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Holiday recap:

I wore myself ragged the weeks leading up to Christmas. The Italian in me came out and I bought way to much food to serve, made to many cookies and stressed to much. I got a cold the week before Christmas so all runs were out of the question. I was lucky to get 4 hours of sleep a night the week before also. The day of Christmas eve I got my house ready for our big buffet for the family and some neighbors. I didn't eat anything all day with the exception of 7 cups of coffee. Partay started at 3 and everyone was there by 4. At 5 pm I went to the garage to get more ice for the beer and found one of my dogs had died. Very upsetting. She had been sick and we were going to put her down the Thursday before Xmas, but she got better. I went inside told my husband and he being the asshole he is told me to shush up about it. I went in the bathroom and cried. My father (who rocks) bagged her up (while her brother kind of flipped out during that episode) Later that evening I found the little ones playing on all the tikes in our garage. I started to get all the kids onto our driveway b/c Dawn was still bagged in there. But.....she wasn't there anymore. My father came out and said "oh I buried her already". He had already dug her grave the day before b/c he knew the end was coming. He left the party and went to our pet graveyard and was finished and drinking wine before anyone noticed he was even gone. Dad's rock!

Ok so the party goes great and I finally get to sleep! My husband puts all the gifts out for me and I'm tucked nicely into bed. At 1:30 am the two oldest jump on our bed and tell us Santa came. We tell them to sleep with us till morning. I wake up at 3 am sweating. I go downstairs and eat some oatmeal. Of course I'm wide awake. As I watch bad tv my stomach starts churning. Then I realize I either have to vomit or have a bowel movement. I run to the bathroom and do the latter. (anything NOT to throw up) I'm seriously ill. I get up and flush and start to pass out. I run/crawl to the kitchen and wail out my husband's name. It takes him some time to get to me. By this time I find that the kitchen floor is wonderful. He gets down with me and tells me to get up.

me: "no, it's so nice here"
him: M you have to get up you can't sleep here"
me: "please let me just lay here, it's so cool"
him: "i'm going to pick you up"
me: "i might throw up on you"
him: "you have to get up, you can't lay on the kitchen floor. I'm getting you up now"
me: (thought process....why did I call him in the first place? it's so nice here) He was right though and he helped me upstairs.

I get up to bed. At 6am I wake up and another visit to bathroom. My daughter meets me at the door. "Look Santa brought me an IPOD!!!!!!!" (i hid that thing in the bottom of her stocking! Why is she even in her stocking? We always do those last. How did she even get the stocking down?) I'm pissed. That morning, not a picture was taken and I layed on the couch while the kids opened all their gifts. I vagely remember David shaking me to get up and play. I slept a total of 10 hours that day and 8 hours that night. I managed to get one UNO game in with the kids. My husband lost his asshole status and became the greatest husband/father: he made breakfast, lunch dinner, cleaned like a Marine Corp Vetern, entertained my family, set up all the kids games toys and undid every wire and security device that the true assholes of this world invented . He kept everyone away from me while I got better too. The next morning I felt great, but was so dehydrated that I reached my goal weight (and driver's license weight) of 135 lbs. Needless to say after drinking mountains of water, cookies, Boars Head meats, Italian wedding soup I put on 4lbs. For the first time I didn't mind gaining weight.

I went out for a 3 miler this morning. It had been almost 2 weeks since my last run. I took it slow since I'm still on the weak side. I wasn't running my 8:45 to 9:01 pace (i did clock mile 2 in 8:30) but I haven't lost my stride. It felt great and I'm glad I pushed myself out the door.

Anyhow not the best Christmas ever (hopefully this will be the worst one I will ever have)

Dear Diary

What should I write about?

My awesome twilight run where I rocked to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Free Bird" while enjoying all the Christmas lights? (try it!)

That my husband got to go hunting 2 days in a row and on the third he disappeard to the mall (not to shop for me) for a couple hours. All the while I spent quality time with OUR children while he did his fun stuff and slept for a couple hours. That is until the end of day 2 of his sabbitical I said "i'm getting the hell out of here and running. GET UP!" That is where Skynyrd released me.

That I was stressed out as all hell by Sunday night and that day I only ate a donut and two home made cookies. When I bitched to him he asked whose fault is that? (ahhh, you've been gone god knows where all day and I've been catering to playdate children) Right back at you dick "I don't know, you tell me whose fault it is?" End of conversation b/c it wasn't my fucking fault!

That I wonder if my husband is always an asshole or is it only when I have PMS that he becomes one? I know I've written several times that he's great. I wonder why.

How about I tell you how I scrubbed my grout with a toothbrush, steamed, then scrubbed parts of my kitchen floor. It sparkled! Then I spilled half of my homemade wedding soup stock all over it. (just on the clean part, not the stuff I didn't get to yet) hmmm, mmm.

That I swore my daughter wasn't getting an Ipod for Christmas.

That I talked to all the neighborhood ladies at a party Saturday night and all the girls are getting Ipods/MP3 players for Christmas.

That I bought my daughter 1POD matchbox for Christmas 12 hours later.

My son wants a cell phone for xmas (he's 6). Probably to call the real life train yard he expects to show up in our backyard. I'm getting him a skateboard instead. In the end they will probably cost the same. (doctor visits and all)

That I wonder if all the neighborhood kids get a car someday for Christmas that I will have to buy her one too?

That I got extremely excited that I bought a new lampshade. I can't stop turning my lamp off. The kids and I kicked the other lampshade around like a soccer ball. Believe it or not it was a paneled lampshade. It's the simple things in life that make us laugh.

I get my new leather sofa set tomorrow. Hip Hip Hooray!!!!!!!!

I dropped my weight to 138lbs this morning. (I wasn't trying)

I don't know what to write about, but you get the gist of how things are going.

Fast and stuff

I'm getting faster. I did a quick run on Thursday and punched it out a little harder and ran an 8.45 pace. Though it was only for 3+ miles b/c I didn't have a lot of time. Another run Saturday morning (again not much time) that was 30 minutes. Later that night at a party I got compliments on my size and fast running from some of the older walkers in my neighborhood. Make my day! I also drank too much cheap wine (b/c they had tap beer which is a no-no) so I felt like crap yesterday and did not get another run in.

I must be known for wearing high heels. Before the party everyone said they had on their "m" shoes and had a hard time walking. I guess 3-4" heels are kinda high. Oh well, I've mastered that.

Other shit:

I'm having trouble staying asleep at night. I wake up between 1-3 a.m. thinking it's 5 am. I am wide awake too. I think I take my zoloft to late (2pm) I've switched my anxiety/depression meds to earlier and have set a timer on my watch to remind me. I keep forgetting to take them. Cold vampirish weather does that to me. I forget I'm depressed/anxious and all the rest.

David took a sharpie marker and drew all over our couch. He rocks. I guess I should of disciplined him so it doesn't happen again when I get my new leather couches, but I did nothing but whisper a thank you under my breath. My husband thinks we need a new roof more. I think we need new couches more than an over-under 12 guage shotgun that costs $800+ but that is HIS poker winnings. (no it's not, but the story is too long to explain) I'll just let him think I believe him. My sectional has blue sharpie all over it and is ripped down to the head rest and when you sit on it you sink. God knows how many stains are there. Leaking sippy cups, yogurt from david's face (you have to chase him to wipe it and he is fast!) and I'm sure there was a potty training incident there sometime.

My oldest son wants a real life train yard in our backyard. He has asked Santa and expects it Christmas morning.

My daughter had head lice. Yes again. This time I caught it very early. I'm sick of it. She's getting her hair cut after the final treatment. No more long hair.

Chow.

Brrrrr.

I must say I do like running in the cold. I went out yesterday for a run and it was so nice. I love the feeling of cold air in my lungs. It is so refreshing and cleansing. I got some hills and downhills in and was shocked that I was running 9 min miles. Usually I'm in the 9:20's and I really wasn't pushing myself at all yesterday. I actually felt like I was loafing the whole time. I would love to do a repeat today, but it will probably have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe everything seems easier after the xctrail run.

I've been debating about joining a gym for weight training (my legs) b/c I miss it so much. Yesterday my "baby" decided that jumping on mom and asking for "big hugs" was hysterical. So I changed the game a bit and we did this instead.


A good work out with a little giggle drool all over myself as an added benefit. As I get better I should start trying to leg lift the other two. (and I do look fat, but my pants are actually falling off, so my arse is hanging out...could my skin be any more Irish?)



Here is a failed xmas picture attempt.
I think the kids look like they belong on the cover of a rock album. J is trying to be slightly sexy, T looking slightly bored, and D, very pissed off. Well let's just hope he isn't sucking his thumb at 21.


Here's the pic that made it. Not too excited about it, but it's a "true" picture.

Just boring stuff

I quess posts are going to be more rare and rare as Christmas approaches. I've been so busy with work, the kids, cooking and all the other stuff.

I only ran once last week. I was sick the entire week and by Saturday I had to hit pavement even though I still didn't feel great. My mood quickly got better after that run. I'm in desperate need of new sneakers, but am trying to hold off until January for them. The cold weather has finally hit. The bad thing about it is that I don't feel like doing morning runs anymore. It gets dark to early to do late afternoon/early evening runs so my running is a bit sketchy anymore. I'll be happy to get in 3 runs per week during the winter.

I started baking cookies. So far three batches of the easiest out of the way. The kids now think I'm the best mom in the whole wide world. Have I mentioned that I'm not a baker? I'm doing it for their memories. This coming weekend the kids get to help me make sugar cookies. (note to self don't do while in throes of PMS) There always seems to be be a LOT of arguing during the decorating these cookies. (eg....no I want the red, MOM he/she won't give me the red, MOM he/she is eating the dough, MOM, MOM, MOM .... shit like that)

I finally got the Christmas card kid picture out of the way. Of course one kid (3rd one) isn't even looking at the camera, my other son's hair is doing some kind of wind flip, but my daughter looked cute.

During my PMS I got this huge surge of energy and decorated the house and even managed to make some wreaths. That is amazing b/c I am NOT a crafty person.

My weight has stayed at 140lbs. Awesome for lack of running. My diet has been pretty good these past weeks. Though homemade cookie dough might change that.

Other musings:
Who are these parents that invite the entire 2nd grade class to their kid's birthday party. They should be shot. Daughter cried today b/c she can't go to some boy's party.

Why didn't my high school make me read Pride and Prejudice? I caught part of the movie on HBO and went out and got the book. I'm not one of those love story girls. I would rather die than read some romantic book with the half naked lady and long haired man on the cover. Bridget Jones is my idea of a great love story. P&P movie was so good. And there was a Mr. Darcy. I just "heart" Mr. Darcy. (in both movies)