Get home and leave

I've been home less than twenty four hours and I'm getting ready to go again. Two parties in one day, it's sure to be a good time.
I'm totally slacking on my workout. My plan is to resume Sunday night. It's far too hot to do anything outside during the day!
I'm proud of myself for keeping up with my routine during vacation.

Nine? Good Lord! - Steel Magnolias

Home Sweet Home

Vacation was on overall success. But in my opinion, coming home is the best part!
I love the first dive onto the bed, the smell of your own pillow. The comfort knowing that all you need is right around you. To get out of the car and stretch!
I'm absolutely already to go back next year though! The condo is amazing and the people are the best! I love the beach, but I'll be de-sandatizing for 6 months!

Find a bush Audrey!- Vacation

Middlepause

According to the almighty From the Couch to a 5K, I should have done my 18 min walk/jog yesterday but I decided to sleep. I'm thinking this might have been a bad idea because I had a piss poor attitude the entire day.
Maybe there is something to having a routine. Starting you day off a certain way, getting to eat breakfast before noon. I wouldn't say I'm a morning person, but when I sleep late I feel horrible all day.
Our boat trip was fun, but my mood just didn't fit the mold for it. Had I been in the same mood I was Monday then it would have been magical. I guess it's one of the burdens of womanhood. Mother nature she does know how to piss me off sometimes.
I blogged in my mind on the boat, because my phone was safe in the hotel room. In my Girl, Interrupted mood, I sat on the deck and watched the sun melt an ice cube. It got me to thinking how everything always changes. How people, places, and actions change and they all affect something else. Physically, emotionally, mentally, all sorts of transformations. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse and sometimes because it's necessary.
So today, I'm changing my mood. I woke up, worked out and ate a banana. I'll be headed to the beach soon, with or without the gang.

It looks like a flamingo threw up in here- Beaches

I'm on a boat

Yesterday was our beach day. The water was really rough so I was a sand baby all day! I successfully got an awkward sunburn on my back! Score!
After all the sun in the fun, I went into a slight coma, breaking my sunglasses in my sleep. And not moving for hours. The others went to get Marble Slab and I stayed in and slept. I was an emotional hot mess for some unknown reason. Crying at Pinterest ideas and commercials!
On the agenda for today, a boat ride to Shell island. I'm not overly excited about it but I'm sure once were on the journey it'll be fun!

There's no crying in baseball- A League of Their Own

Poor Willow

My neck feels like I had some Linda Blair action going on last night. No matter where I go I always find a karaoke bar, sing badly and flip my hair entirely too much!
What can I say, I'm a performer. I couldn't simply sing Proud Mary. No, I had to channel Tina Turner and flip my hair with like my life depended on it.
I don't understand how I don't have a television show. Who cares about Debby, we are the ones who took Panama by storm last night! Yelled at by Pineapple Willy's employees, stuck in the mud, bar brawl brewing, cold pizza sandwiches and a slight inappropriate grabbing moment.
Waking up with shorts backwards and my eyes stitched shut by mascara is a sign of a successful night. The weather is back to normal and I'm ready to storm the beach like its D-Day!

I hear the ice clinking in the glass mama! - Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood

Argh she blows

The Grandview East condo has a not so grand gym. Walking on the beach is hard enough as it is, imagine putting hurricane winds on top of that, so obviously that wasn't going to be happening. Since a member of the Nike team was already occupying the only treadmill, I opted for the elliptical.
I forgot how wonderful this gift from
God is! It's like walking/jogging on air! I know it probably won't help me when I get to The Color Run, but it was so nice not to have my feet aching and my shins screaming.
I felt that it was a good workout though. Almost a mile and a half in 17 mins. I don't think I'll qualify for the Olympics, but it's good enough for me.
And the fact that I remain faithful to this pinterest project during vacation is totally surprising to me. I guess I've reached a point to wear I believe this effort will pay off. I absolutely don't enjoy it, I don't thrive on it either. It's hard, I'm hot and sweaty, and I'm worn out afterwards. But I won't get skinner by sitting on the couch watching infomercials about Insanity and P90X.

She's like the wind, trough my trees- Dirty Dancing, the soundtrack

What storm?

Day one of the friendcation. Oh yeah, there is a tropical storm that is about to hit Florida head on! Yay!!
I've got my Budlight and supplies for cold pizza sandwiches, I'll be good no matter the weather!
Real Housewives of New Jersey and drinks, make room for these party animals over here!

What, like it's hard? - Legally Blonde

S'more what?

Since the girls have been here, I've lost my keys, been kicked out of my own bed, watched Toy Story three time, swam in a kiddie pool and drew with 3D chalk. And one the agenda for tonight, Chinese food and s'mores! Probably Toy Story again.
I really need to go through my suitcase and make sure I have everything ready for tomorrow's journey to Panama!
In an effort to regain my youth I'm going to try to reenact my first trip to Panama, which was a hot mess! I don't consider myself a grown up, so why act like one just yet?
According to my high school rules of conduct, I should return in one piece. When do I need to adopt new rules? As a kid I had my parents rules, or my sister's that she pretended were legitimate. Then there were the school rules, team rules, club rules, college rules. And now I don't have any set before me, it's my turn to make the rules. This could be dangerous!
I'll give a full report when I figure out my rules, till then I'd like to think I follow the law of the Gilmore's!

You're killing me Smalls- The Sandlot

Friday Nightlights

It's too hot to walk/jog in the middle of the day, so it'll have to wait until this afternoon since I couldn't get myself out of bed!
All three bugs are spending the weekend here while my sister and her husband head to Mississippi. I'm pretty sure this is our first full weekend with all three. Should be entertaining to say the least.
Originally, I would have been packing my bags for a week on the beach, but because of an upcoming baptism of a new addition to our friend family, it's been delayed to Sunday.
I can't lie, I love those three nuggets more than I could possibly describe! I also can't lie about my spelling, I need a proofreader! I just re-read earlier posts, yikes! Bids well for my future students eh?
Jogging with a three year old in a stroller is a challenge! No wonder all the new moms around here are already skinny again! Power to them, I hope the next time that happens, it's my kid....in a million years from now!

Life is like an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond, except it's not funny- Knocked Up

Weight, what?

Day one of the Shake Weight and it's 6 minuets to fabulous arms. Although hysterical, it did actually make my arms a little sore. The inventor of this creation is obviously man, I'm sure you know why!
As the day progressed I somehow ended up in a conversation about first dates. To say the least, they're awkward. Then again, I haven't been on one since 2005 so things might have changed since then.
This may be the result of my wardrobe choices that I seem to choose from Lisa Leslie's closet. Comfort is key for me, and I guess it's not the key that opens the door to dates! Maybe once I get fit arms and the body of the runner on a Nike commercial, I'll get a sparkly dress or something!
Till then my 'Merica cut off sleeved t-shirts and running shorts!

My name is Andrew Shepard and I am the president! - The America President

Crazy Feet

The jog/walk was like the title of this blog, a successful failure! Successful in the fact that I was able to jog for 4 minuets in the Louisiana heat and on its unforgiving "paved" road. However, when it came time for the 4 minuet jog, I was a failure. I had to break it into smaller spurts for the duration of the workout. I did make a mile in 11 minuets though, which seems to be good according to a google search and a textversation with my successful running friend.
I find my biggest obstacle is my feet. I have horrible ones, I'm always more comfortable bare foot. I'm hoping that over time, they adjust to the stress I'm putting on them. Or an even better scenario would be that I would stop putting so much stress by decreasing my mass!
I was given a Shake Weight for my birthday, which was by far my favorite gift! I haven't broken it in yet, but I plan to tomorrow! I feel as though it'll e a double workout. Firstly my arms, and secondly my abs from the fits of hysterically laughing! Who said working out wasn't fun?

Now I'm crazy in Abu Dhabi- Sex and the City 2

I've got class...rooms to clean..

Today I had my alarm set for 7 to do my walk/jog but my body was not having it. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. It was a fitful night, I woke up sore and just drained.
My mom and I went to school and worked in my soon to be Kindergarten classroom. We spent almost four hours packing up the previous teacher's belongings into boxes. It's amazing what she had accumulated over the years. I didn't technically have to go in and pack all that, but I want to move the process along quickly so I can move in.
I'm completely exhausted and looking forward to a nap, so hopefully I'll have the energy to do the 17 minuet walk/jog that's on the agenda today.
My parents have been married for 31 years today, it's amazing that they found someone they could hang out with for that long. I'd settle for a second date at this point...let's be honest, a first date.😳

It's not a tumor- Kindergarten Cop

Running Start

I just bought new "running" shoes. I use the term running lightly since I actually only walk/jog, but hopefully I'll get to put myself into the category of a "runner" one day! I'm on week 3 of a 10 week program that should have me jogging a 5k. What's better motivation than documenting the journey?

Run Forest, run!

Have to start somewhere, right?

Google has everything eh? Being the compulsive person I am, I out of the blue decided to start a blog. Well maybe it's not so out of the blue and more of the result of a Sex and the City marathon on E! Either way, here I am. The first 23 years of my life have been documented in seven journals from Walmart, why not document this year virtually like most of the modern world? We'll see how it goes! You go Glen Coco!