Day 11: Work-a-holic

That's right, PM it says. PM!!!

...

...No more words.

I am going home.

Day 10: Dry Erase, Dry Humor

Backstory:

• Elaine makes an entire rack of ribs for dinner. Sister questions Elaine's sanity and demands that she freezes half of it.
  [flashforward 5 days]
• Sister makes a veggie lasagna for dinner-- 9x13 area, 5 layers thick. Elaine's eyes bug out of her head when she lays eyes on it.
• Elaine leaves snarky note.
• Sister leaves sassy rebuttal.

Next week, something else snark-worthy will come up, the board will be wiped clean and the cycle will continue.

I rather enjoy it. :)

Day 9: Y-Chrom Repellent

This all from a 3 mile run.

Up where the flash goes off, it gets even more humiliating.

Maybe next month I'll take a pic of the awesome back sweat that chased off the last guy that thought he wanted to date me.

Day 8: Labor of Love

I've always hated Chuck E. Cheese.

The idea of a giant rat roaming around a pizza parlor grosses me the heck out.

And yet here I am.

I agreed to take my two cousins (cutie-patootie & sweet, darling) to the Children's Museum but they closed early today. So we packed up and headed to Chuck E Cheese- land of the giant, dancing rats.

Happily for me, they were terrified of him! (Can you tell?) After this lovely pic, we never got within 10 feet of him again!.

Day 7: Welcome

...to my reality.
Where there are much more important things to be considered other than whether or not I will have a clean towel to dry my sopping wet hair with upon exiting the shower...

Day 6: Trash

This was my lunch today.
About 20 minutes after I ate it, I threw it back up-- first on a box in the coding room, then in my co-workers trashcan.

This marathon training is kickin' butt and takin' names.

My apologies. This is a whack picture and I am well aware of it. Just know that, immediately after it was taken, I collapsed into bed in a semi-catatonic state.

Like I said, spankin' butt and takin' names.

Day 5: Happy Hour!

This is my sweet, darling cousin.

It was his daddy's birthday so we made an event of it at happy hour. Where there happened to be a giant banana man.

My sweet, darling cousin loved giant banana man and thus, so did I... That is, until I found out giant banana man was NOT for the children. Giant banana man was for the dirty adults.

Dirty, nasty giant banana man!! Should have punched him in his mushy banana gut for daring to get that close to my sweet darling cousin.

The nachos were good though. 

Day 4: Sick Day

This is where I spent the majority of today. Slept until 2:30, yes I sure did.

Ashamed? Nope, not one iota.

...My body loved me for it.

Day 3: High Mileage

 

If these shoes were a car, they would be a 1993 Toyota Corolla.

 Is it ridiculous to be somewhat emotionally attached to your running shoes?

Day 2: "Mawwiage..."

"Mawwiage is what bwings us togwether today..."

(If you're not tee-hee'ing uncontollably right now, you need to click the link and get on board. Like right now.)

This is the UH Chapel. It is also the place I've decided I want to be married. Seriously.

I go to a Bible study that's held in the chapel every other week. So this means that at least twice/month I swing open those double doors, march down that red-carpeted aisle and imagine that all eyes are on me and my stunning white gown (that I naturally bought on clearance). Don't judge.

(But seriously, is that window not gorgeous?!)



Day 1: Halfin'

Per my DayZero list, I have purposed to run a half marathon on October 23rd. Today was the first day of training-- stretching and strength.

I actually have a pretty amazing weight room at my complex. Sadly, this is probably the second time I've used it in as many years...

Fingers crossed, praying for a sore upper body tomorrow-- there's nothing like it! 

(i know, imma freak. gawk and then move on with your life.)