Tuesday, March 22, 2011 |

Relaxation Math

Time for some math.  Just some simple addition.  Don't worry.

Take this:  

Add this: 

Throw in a little of this: 

Hopefully subtract this:

 Might as well toss in some of this:  

Add some of this too:  

Better throw in a couple of these:  

And to top it off, add 2 of these:

All of that makes for a nice 3 days.  See you soon!
Friday, March 11, 2011 |

The Mouths of Babes

I love Sam's age right now.  He is funny, wise, learning to articulate his thoughts and feelings, and SO incredibly precious.

Today at lunch, Kris was a bit grumpy.  Usually the grumpy bum around our house is me.  And that usually occurs before before I've had my morning coffee.  (Maybe that's what I should have given up for Lent?!  I don't want to talk about it...)  So please keep in mind that this particular scenario happens far too often with me as the central character, too.  

Kris was trying to help Sam in the bathroom, and was getting a bit frustrated with some whining and lack of cooperation.  

So Sam, sweet, sweet Sam, responds, "Dad, don't yell at people.  That hurts peoples' feelings."  

Wow, how do you argue with that.  If only we, as adults, could permanently impress such a truth on our own hearts.  

Thursday, March 10, 2011 |

Back on the Wagon

I went running outdoors yesterday afternoon, for the first time since getting back on the fitness wagon.  Here are some things I learned from my experience:

  • Car exhaust and the fumes from the back door of Panago Pizza are not welcome smells while breathing heavily in an attempt to stay alive.
  • Running in cold weather makes me taste blood.
  • Brand new running shoes should be worked in prior to running 6km in the first shot.
  • Dogs that need to be contained because they want to eat human flesh should not be taken for walks where people frequent.  
  • I need to practice my Billy Blanks side kick, and preserve it for the neck of the next dog that jumps at me.  (Come get me, PETA.  I dare you.)
  • Though fitted Lululemon pants look cute and fashionable, looser, less becoming attire might be better.  (See next point.)
  • Certain members of the male gender are pigs.  
  • Next time I run in public, I think I will don a sign that reads, "I am married.  I have birthed 2 children.  I haven't shaved my legs in... a while.  Right now, I am listening to 90s Praise music.  I'm sure you are a nice gentleman, but please continue driving."  (See previous point.)
  • Turns out that my issues with worrying about what people think of me actually work in my favour when running in public - I will purposely NOT stop just because I don't want some stranger to think I'm a wimp or a phony.  In fact, I will often speed up as a I pass someone, just so that they will think I'm hardcore.  
  • My 3 year-old son really does have a large head, which came in handy when I couldn't find a light toque of my own, and had to borrow his camouflage toque.  
  • I look terrible in a boys' camouflage toque.
  • My prior concerns of not being able to run the 8k race I already signed up for were completely nullified yesterday.  In 2 months, I am going to be able to kick the crap out of that race.  
  • Running on my treadmill has actually produced some decent results that translate into running on a piece of ground.  I was worried that would not be the case.  
  • I love running, despite the smells, the looks, and the feeling that I might expire at any moment.  I never feel more alive than when I am that close to death.
So there you have it.