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Ever get in one of those moods where EVERYTHING is annoying you? I'm there. Now. I really feel like a good massage and a nap would fix everything, but I don't seem to have time for a nap or flow for a massage.

Irritation #1--I don't know what to wear tomorrow night. This is compounded by the fact that I hate packing. Therefore, I have to sit here and think about what my options are and what is appropriate. Personally, I feel I should take the morning off and fix this problem by going shopping. (which, could in turn, further annoy me because I won't be able to find what I'm looking for because I'm not sure what I'm looking for.)

2. Maggie woke me up 30 minutes before my alarm went off because she needed to go outside. YAY good dog! Then she proceeded sit outside of our window and wine and randomly jump up and press her paws against said window--annoying and loud. Then, the husband was snoring. Then, I laid there and thought about how I hated my life at that point in time. (not really, but I'm being dramatic.)

3. I hate cleaning the house. (This is also not true--I get great satisfaction when it's done. I also hate to leave the house to go out of town without our house being cleaned, sheets changed, laundry done etc.) I've cleaned--dusted, laundered, mopped, swept etc etc 2x this week. I despise dog hair.

4. I hate sitting in a car. Yes, the drive from here to Dallas is short--I don't like it. I also do not enjoy 35 on a Friday afternoon and creates in me a need to get a light saber to quickly disintegrate urge people out of my way.

5. I need to find time to run 9 miles this weekend. I considered doing it this AM, but didn't get up. I NEED to get up and do it tomorrow morning, but will be hanging out with friends tonight. I require much sleep.

6. I went to leave this morning and there was a jeep parked in the middle of the drive way. bug.

7. What I really need is a red tent right now and to lose 10 lbs.

My red tent...

In my red tent there are some requirements.
1. You do not go to work when in the red tent.
2. This red tent has air conditioning.
3. There is no straw.
4. You must be able to eat 5 cookies a day to be in my tent.
5. All pants will be elastic.
6. Someone will wash my hair for me at any point in time I desire. You know, the goooood kind of wash with the head massage.
7. there will be a pedicure-ist.
8. Someone will tell me I'm pretty and hand me a glass of wine.
9. creme brulee.
10. I can online shop for whatever I want.
11. Clinton Kelly will sit around and gossip with me (ps. He's always on my side and thinks I'm freakin' fabulous.)
12. No screaming children
13. Other things I decide at any point in time will be there--because it's my red tent.

I like cookies, but I don't like cake.

Addiction?

So I went home from work yesterday because I didn't feel well and maybe stopped and bought 3 pairs of shoes on the way.

(we'll know asap if Ben reads this amazing work of literary art.)

You see... it's B's 10 year reunion this Saturday. We will be heading to Dallas where I will run my 9 miles at White Rock with Kelly Clarkson all by myself. Hopefully this will happen. Currently the goal is to wake up before it is 8 bagillion degrees, so around 3 AM and get this over with so that I can eat Gloria's without feeling guilt and shame.

So back to my original statement. I needed the shoes. I haven't bought black heels in approximately 5 years--no lie. Ok, I bought one pair for a friends wedding but as they were of the devil I only wore them a handful of times before they met their demise (sitting in our garage suffering the texas heat.) Anyway so luck of luck, wonder of wonders, I found a pair of cole haan's on clearance yesterday for only $50. I'm sure that because they were originally $175 they should be the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn. Granted, I felt this way about the chaco's I bought for Italy only to find that my $15 target sandals were more comfy for walking. Anywhoo....

I also got this super cute top at Anthropologie with orange embroidery on the puffy sleeves and I found orange Michael Kors flats that match perfectly. I needed them. I also found a pair of bedazzled steve maddens for $13. I needed them out of sheer bedazzled glory. I think that because of the sparkle that radiates from them I will look 20 lbs lighter and wouldn't a husband want a wife to feel her best? I mean, if I've learned anything from the Real Housewives of New Jersey (other than that people in Jersey are crazy with fake bubbies) it's that a husband should always say, "Happy wife. Happy life."

And, because you asked. Yes, I do feel much better today.

If not me, then who?

If not now... then when?

I'm sure you all know that I'm training to run another marathon (or half... I will not commit currently. I'm still overwhelmed at how far 26.2 miles is.) Either way, the distance doesn't matter. I know that I am a little crazy for doing my 3rd TNT event in 3 years--but people have been known to do many many more. I'm on a mission--relentless for a cure to blood cancers. As part of my training, though essential, the reason I do this is to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Every dollar of donation counts $5, $10, $25, $50, $200,000.

SO, as I am beginning to work my self out (aka rid myself of the lbs. I've gained since I STOPPED training in January and going to core classes that make me feel like I've never worked out in my life) I'm also focused on raising funds. I believe in this cause. I believe it makes a difference because I hear the personal differences it makes. I listen to the people with whom I run those that just wanted to get in shape, but then met our honored heroes, those who heard that our training program is amazing and when they started fundraising people came out with tons of stories about how leukemia had affected their lives, those who run for their children, their husbands, their moms. I've met them all in the last month. I meet them all every season. This is why we run. This is why I put myself through this training in the HEAT of summer in Texas, nonetheless--because I can. I can do this, but only with your help and support.

SO please visit my website and you can follow my other blog where I talk about the trials and tribulations I encounter with all this craze.

Thanks!

I like pretty things

and I like for them to be affordable. Actually, I typically like the things that are NOT affordable and then have to stalk them until they go on sale OR I find them at the Maxx... at which point I must purchase them because it is a really good deal and I'm actually saving money.

Anyway, This blog--Fantabulously Frugal, EVERY DAY posts amazing things that are deals. My kinda love. They also have an awesome, Oprah style giveaway today--of Favorite things! You should check it out and fall in love the way I have :)
http://http://www.fantabulouslyfrugal.com/2009/06/favorite-things-giveaway-bonanza.html

120, no maybe I lost some, maybe 115?

So I went to the doctor today and they took some of my blood. I do not like this event--at all. I've gotten much better. I no longer have to lie down when they do it. Big steps people Big steps!

Anywho, I should have gone with my instincts when the first "woman" (term used loosely here because I SWEAR she was only 16) said, "I'm a student. Is it ok?" I should have said... um no, indeed it is not. SO, she stuck me and a. It hurt. B. She got NOTHING.
Instead I told her, "Is it ok that I'm a wimp?" She thought I was being funny. I wasn't.

So, this other girl came in because first "lady" said, "When I mess up, I always have to call on Crystal." (ACK! How often do you mess up? I mean, she is a student and has to learn somehow, so I really do forgive her and understand... less so when it is my arm.) So here comes Crystal (who apologized for "being all up on me") and got enough in one vile but the arm refused to participate for the other one so they went BACK to the original arm.

Have I mentioned how I do not enjoy this?

I also liked that instead of weighing me they just asked. Apparently the weight I gave them was realistic. Next time I'm going to say 120 (which is a blatant lie) and just see what happens. I mean, do they go with it? Write "delusional" on your file? Say, never mind lets weigh you?

Test. This is only a test.

For when people stop being polite

and start getting real.

I heart this show. I longed to be on it. I feel secure in this because Am's wanted to be on it, too. Whatever.

SO, I leave for Italy today. Today today. I've just spent the last bagillion hours schmoozing way above my pay grade (Which was great and impressive and really nice to meet people) but it makes me tired. It is amazing how much schmoozing can take out of a person when they do it from 8 am-9pm. I think this ensures I will never run for public office or be the senior pastor of a large congregation. I'm sure you are now thinking, "well hells bells, wtf is she going to do then? These are the exact jobs I had picked out for her." Sorry to confuse you and change your opinion of me.

In other news I've had a very good friend recently diagnosed with breast cancer. It turns out that life has stopped being polite and started getting real. I think that when we're thrown into these situations it definitely means that we're grown ups. I mean, not that I didn't know this before (the 8-5 job did that, and the marriage, and the paying our own bills, etc etc etc), but this part. Sucks. I suppose that "on the edge" is where we meet people in life. IT's where we recognize one anothers humanity. It's where we can understand someone despite our backgrounds because we understand the emotion and the confusion. Without this "edge" we would fail to know lifes great hope. SO here I sit... on the edge of hope, on the edge of anger, on the edge of confusion, and on the edge of vacation.

With all of this edge-ness, I sure could use a big fluffy couch--one where you sit on it and your feet don't hit the ground.