Good luck on your date, vw.
Sorry to hear about the furnace, lisah.
Glad you're having so much fun on your vacation, Laga.
Sorry about the frustrating MIL(ish), sj.
Gronk. I really have to shift my sleeping patterns back to school hours this week. I need to be in bed by midnight and up by 8:00 the first part of the week and work my way back to asleep by 10 and up by 5:45 by a week from Monday. I also need to go into school and figure out what the heck I'm doing. Every summer I completely forget how to teach and feel like I have to do a crash course the week before school starts. It would be funny if it didn't cause panic and anxiety dreams every. single. summer. Blah. Bad brain, no cookie.
I mean, I love teaching, and I'm entering into my (gulp) second decade of it. This is absurd.
Yay date!
Boo bad furnace!
Ugh on frustrating parental units.
{{All the teachers}} I appreciate you so very much and can't wait to dump my boys on you get my boys back to the thrilling learning environment. School starts for us 7:25am Wednesday. I don't even know their schedules yet. I'll have to swing by the schools on Tuesday and get the scoop.
My fun thing for today was learning that I'm going to have to get a new furnace before the winter! Home ownership is sometimes not the best thing ever.
Oof, lisah. Yeah, I'd easily agree that owning is not a bed of roses at times.
Made it out of the house for a trip to PetSmart and SuperTarget. Oh, and the cig store. Yay! I was hoping that being productive would get rid of my headache. NSM.
Ensalada Rusa means "Russian Salad" but it's from Spain. It's sometimes called Ensaladilla. I'm making mine with boiled red potaotes, mayo, peas, carrots, roasted red peppers, hard boiled eggs and tuna.
Fernet in a cut crystal apertif glass (from the first class cabin of Singapore Air) backed by Reed's Ginger Brew on ice is so far my favorite cocktail of vacation.
Home from the zoo. Our team ended up painting the animal hospital. Now, this is at the Oakland Zoo. The "animal hospital" is a small set of three tiny rooms, one for x-rays, one for surgery, and one for examinations. Tiny. Low tech. Tiny. Sad. Tiny. But now with a fresh coat of paint.
Yay for good deeds done, Suzi. Did you get to see the animals, as well?
::hobbling into thread making whincy faces::
Oooh. Oww. Erg.
I walked 16 miles this morning with my marathon training group. And, while the spirits are good and the muscle fatigue is abating...my feet? They are like unto mincemeat. Want I should show you them?
Seriously. I'm not even kidding when I say that my blisters have blisters.
Something about passing the 12 mile milestone has suddenly made my previously supportive shoes my mortal enemies. No amount of Bodyglide or multiple sock combination is working.
I've got to figure out a way to get to the primo running store (not Metro accessible, which just seems weird) where I bought them...shake my tiny shoes at them and say, Fix this shit!
At this rate, my feet won't recover enough to make it to next Saturday's long miles, much less the foundation miles during the week.
The upside though is that the weather was fantastic today and I'm $40 from my fundraising goal.
Whoot.
I'm not even kidding when I say that my blisters have blisters.
Sports tape is your friend. I taped my feet like crazy. Little pieces all over because you want to be able to swell a bit. Also, carry socks to change into fresh ones. New socks every 8-10 miles makes happy feet.
eta: And go you!!
Do you have those socks that are two layers? They help a lot.
