Gender Differences in the Farmer House.

We are in the middle of watching all the episodes of Breaking Bad.  So far, so good.

Yesterday, I was incredibly sore (I'll get to the marathon adventure in another post).  It was especially hard to sit down, and then after sitting get back up.

I was sitting, and decided I needed popcorn.  So, I attempt to get up and before I do utter, "5-6-7-8" and get up.

Shiloh was dumbfounded and said, "wait, you count up??  Aren't you supposed to count down, like 3-2-1." 

I was equally as dumbfounded, and muttered "obviously you have never taken dance!"

He has not taken dance, and because I am not about to blast off will continue the up count.  Perhaps, I am the only one that does this - it wouldn't be the first time.  However, I would like to think there is a group of us girls that will forever begin with 5-6-7-8.

... for all the ladies!!

... and on Sunday - I'll dance.

BARF!!!  It's coming fast and furious.  I'm leaving for Boise today, to-day.  (seconds after I post this).

Marathon.  It is such a crazy word, for people who do crazy things.  Uh, I watched a Honey Boo-Boo marathon and I am ti-red (neckonize)!!

I'm not watching a TV show, or working long hours, or shopping long hours - or doing any of that.  I am merely running 26.2 miles.  Miles that will allow me to bask in all of the glory of my training, and laugh at all the lessons I've learned the hard way, and high five strangers, and shed tears of joy, and have perfect strangers cheer for me.  I LOVE this process, and it is a process.

I know what I've done.   I know what this is going to feel like (this isn't my first rodeo).  I know that ANYTHING can happen in 26.2 miles.  And I know that I have worked my ass off for the past year, and now,  now it is time to DANCE!!!

See you at the starting line.  Muah!!!

Whoops

This happens all the time really.  (okay, not really, not to hardly anyone)

But our internet has been sucking lately.  It starts, stops, kicks you off, starts, blahblahblah. 

So, my blogging has come to an abrupt hault.  BUT Mr. Internet Fix It Dude (official title), was here yesterday, and all seems to be working better.  So, hooray!!

I'll be back, oh yes, I'll be back. 

Oh, I have so much to tell you!!  I'll get right on it (but first, some carbs!)

Meet Henri.

Have you met Henri??  Please tell me that you have met, Henri.

Tell me that you love Henri.  That you understand Henri.  That you have an Henri of your very own.

No, well - meet Henri:

De Rein.  Muah!!  *insert french laugh here*

When I run the world.

Yes, you read that right "when" not "if" - you see I have super secret plans for the zombie apocalypse, and you'll all elect me madame president.

In other news...  given 5 rules to make, as said leader, what would mine be??  This make take a little more time and effort than I am prepared to put forth (as they change daily) but here are those on the top of my head.  To keep from offending the entire Universe - I'll leave my handy dandy examples out of these.

1.  If you get caught participating in hypocrisy of any kind - Face punches. 

2. I would automatically institute Fat Sunday (thanks, Becca) - anything and everything you eat on Sunday doesn't count, doesn't effect you, won't make you gain weight, won't hurt your tummy, nada.  It's magic.  Hooray for Fat Sunday.

3. You must dance daily.  No exceptions.

4.  When you make a statement of opinion that will be offensive, and you begin it with "no offense, but" - your ability to speak, write, type, or otherwise communicate will be removed for 24 hours.  Just don't be an ass.  Pretty simple.

5.  You will not be allowed to take yourself too seriously.  I understand that there are times in which we need to be adults, and be serious.  Of course there are serious things that effect the world.  However, if you can't let your guard down, laugh at yourself, smile at others, dance in the store, or smear oreos all around your mouth and ask if you have anything in your teeth - then, well, if you can't do that - magic will make you fart in public.

Now, as you can clearly see - when I am ruler the world will be a much better place.

Until then, carry on!!

Let's Not Break The Rules.

I am pretty upset by a RULE that is being broken.  I like rules, I follow rules, I will tattle on you if you break the rules.  They are the RULES for a reason (at least that is what I would like to think).

WHHHHHHHHEEEEEN, my friends, did it become okay to wear white after Labor Day??  Maybe it is the strength of my southern roots showing, but my dear grandmother would roll over in her grave (well, she was cremated - but you catch my drift) if she knew people were breaking this very significant, very cardinal rule of fashion.

I googled this very rule to see when people decided to lose their damn minds.  What I found was people have decided that, "you should just wear what you want," and that "that rule is old fashioned."  I say, "bullshit."  I say the fashion industry is offering up some ruse to insight mass rule breaking hysteria.  Don't fall for it.

Between Labor Day and Easter keep your white stuff in your closet.  If you chose to break the rules, I can't help but judge, and say (in my very best southern accent)... "well bless her heart."

(oh, and just in case you were wondering - "winter white" double bullshit).

Awkward Runners.

We're talking a lot about running lately.  It's on my brain.  I can't help it.

In every sport you have your outliers, the weird, the strange, the wonderful, those that make it seem as though it's art, and those that make it effortless.

... and then you have these.

I swear I have seen each and every one of these runners on campus, and I am pretty sure that I have been the T-1000, and the stiffy. 

You know, it's funny cause it's true.  Keep it up fellas, keep it up!!