Part of the post-race festivities for the NYC Half Marathon was a free Jamba Juice for all runners. I LOVE Jamba Juice. I first discovered this little gem in Arizona and have not had the pleasure of having a JJ in my residential area for a very long time. There was a JJ on the campus of GW, so the years spent in graduate school were made slightly better when I could get a nice, cool JJ for lunch or something.
Jamba Juice is delicousness. It is fresh fruit juiced and usually slushied so you're having a wonderfully healthy smoothie. You can add things to it to make it even better such as protein powder or fiber powder, and basically make it into a meal, which is often what I did. Yum!
Well, after the race and after my dear friend Kate was taken to the hospital, we didn't know what to do. So, we passed the time waiting to hear from Paul, Kate's husband, by making our way over to the post-race festivities and the Jamba Juice tent. I had been looking forward to a smoothie for the latter-half of the race. In fact, it was the only thing motivating me for a while. Even with the nausea, I wanted that freaking smoothie. We get over to the tent and, like a slap in the face, we're told they're out of smoothies. WTF? Someone should be fired for poor planning. But they gave us some coupons for free Jamba Juice.
We had two wonderful coupons for Jamba Juice and we were going to redeem those things if it killed us. My parents and Keller came into the city in the morning and we were walking around doing some shopping. My mom took Keller for a little walk so he could take a nap and my dad and I went to JJ to collect the goods. I could list all the wonderful yumminess that was contained in each of our smoothies, but I won't. I just will say that it was well worth the wait!
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Dazed and Confused
I'm tired.
On the way into work this morning, about 800 blog topics were popping in my head. It's not that I have so much to say, it's more like fleeting thoughts that I should write down because I bet other people have them too.
Like, have you ever eaten a meal that left you so satisfied afterwards? Generally, I'm a pretty healthy eater. I try to eat as well as I can. But sometimes I just need something bad for me. I stopped at Chick-fil-A on the way to work for breakfast. Have I told you how great their breakfasts are? Well, this morning I had chicken and cheese on a multi-grain bagel. YUM! I mean, really YUM! I was so happy afterwards. Who knew chicken for breakfast could be so good?
Another thought: Sometimes you just have to say, "screw it" and go shopping. I was so down yesterday with everything that is going on that I just went to DSW and bought shoes. I wouldn't say I have a shoe fetish, but I really like having a lot of shoes. It comforts me for some reason. I just like having options. We could go on an overnight trip and I'll bring 4 pairs of shoes with me. You never know what kind of shoes a situation calls for. You need to be prepared.
Another thought: Sleeping on the couch with the TV on does not allow for a restful night. Last night, I had my book club and got home around 11 or so. I wasn't sleepy yet, surprisingly, so I sat on the couch to watch TV. Well, I fell asleep. I kept waking up to strange TV throughout the night. Who knew Access Hollywood was on at 3:00 in the morning? I woke up to some story about Brad Pitt's new tattoo that Angelina drew. I thought I was dreaming. So I starting wondering why I was dreaming about Brad Pitt and tattoos before I realized it was the TV. It was really weird. You'd think I'd go up to bed, or at least turn the TV off. No. I just rolled around a little and went back to sleep only to wake up to the Early Today show. Why do news people deliver the news as if the world is about to end? Oh, the drama! Really, if I was a foreigner here in the US watching the news, I would think the world was about to end with the way the news people tell horror story after horror story. There has got to be some good news out there somewhere.
We are traveling yet again tonight. We're going back to Williamsburg for our niece's high school graduation tomorrow morning. I'm thinking we should just sell the house and everything in it and live in our car with the amount of time we've been in it lately.
On the way into work this morning, about 800 blog topics were popping in my head. It's not that I have so much to say, it's more like fleeting thoughts that I should write down because I bet other people have them too.
Like, have you ever eaten a meal that left you so satisfied afterwards? Generally, I'm a pretty healthy eater. I try to eat as well as I can. But sometimes I just need something bad for me. I stopped at Chick-fil-A on the way to work for breakfast. Have I told you how great their breakfasts are? Well, this morning I had chicken and cheese on a multi-grain bagel. YUM! I mean, really YUM! I was so happy afterwards. Who knew chicken for breakfast could be so good?
Another thought: Sometimes you just have to say, "screw it" and go shopping. I was so down yesterday with everything that is going on that I just went to DSW and bought shoes. I wouldn't say I have a shoe fetish, but I really like having a lot of shoes. It comforts me for some reason. I just like having options. We could go on an overnight trip and I'll bring 4 pairs of shoes with me. You never know what kind of shoes a situation calls for. You need to be prepared.
Another thought: Sleeping on the couch with the TV on does not allow for a restful night. Last night, I had my book club and got home around 11 or so. I wasn't sleepy yet, surprisingly, so I sat on the couch to watch TV. Well, I fell asleep. I kept waking up to strange TV throughout the night. Who knew Access Hollywood was on at 3:00 in the morning? I woke up to some story about Brad Pitt's new tattoo that Angelina drew. I thought I was dreaming. So I starting wondering why I was dreaming about Brad Pitt and tattoos before I realized it was the TV. It was really weird. You'd think I'd go up to bed, or at least turn the TV off. No. I just rolled around a little and went back to sleep only to wake up to the Early Today show. Why do news people deliver the news as if the world is about to end? Oh, the drama! Really, if I was a foreigner here in the US watching the news, I would think the world was about to end with the way the news people tell horror story after horror story. There has got to be some good news out there somewhere.
We are traveling yet again tonight. We're going back to Williamsburg for our niece's high school graduation tomorrow morning. I'm thinking we should just sell the house and everything in it and live in our car with the amount of time we've been in it lately.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Eat It
What a weekend!
My parents came down for a visit this weekend and it was quite fun. On Friday, we went to the park with Mary and Noah, then had dinner and hung out. It was so nice to just hang out. Considering the last time I saw them was when my grandmother passed away, and there was so much stuff to deal with, this nice laid back visit was awesome.
Saturday, John and I went running with some friends. We never get to run together anymore, so it was nice. It's funny because most people go out for a date to a movie or something when they have the grandparents in town. We go running. Hey, it works for us. After our run, we went home, had breakfast and got cleaned up. Then we went shopping! For some reason, we always go shopping with my parents. It's fun. We went to REI to get Keller his sandals for the summer. OMG! I thought I was going to lose my mind. The store was busy, so it took a million years just to have someone help us. Then we had to get Keller's little feet measured. By the time it was our turn, he was spent, so we had to chase him around and force him to stand in that foot measuring device (which is actually called a Brannock device for those of you who care). Then we had to wait another million years for the person to actually get the shoes. Finally, we tried them on, and Keller tested them by running around the store and up and down the stairs. It was ridiculous. But his little shoes are so darn cute!
After that, my dad and John took Keller home for a nap and my mom and I continued shopping. When we were done, we went home and I got ready for my girls night.
Nine of us got all dressed up, went to dinner at Guapo's and then saw Sex in the City. It was a great time. The movie was cute, I cried. But I think it was the Sangria from dinner and not the movie itself. But I enjoyed it. It was just really nice to be out with the girls.
Sunday, we went to Ikea. I LOVE Ikea. I have been in an anti-clutter mode for a while with rearranging furniture and throwing stuff away. But I really needed to do something with our kitchen. Anyway, we went to Ikea and got some pantry cabinets and some other things to make our den more clutter-less. Once we were home, my parents left and we started getting things together with our new pantries.
As we were putting things together, Keller, who never took a real nap, was running around the house like a crazed lunatic. Seriously, it was like he ate a pound of sugar. Well, he was running around and runs into the living room where John is working on one of the pantry cabinets and Keller proceeds to tell him, "Eat shit, Papa." Um...what?
Yes, we heard correctly. Keller told his father to eat shit. And what's more, it was completely unprovoked. John was just doing his thing and Keller came in and said that. If it wasn't worrisome that he's going to say that to one of his teachers or little friends, it would be hysterical.
And who do we have to blame? Well, my parents of course. When my parents banter back and forth, it usually ends with an "Eat shit" or two. While they are in love and have been married for almost 40 years, they bicker like you wouldn't believe. But it's all said in jest. Anyway, they are the only two people that I hear saying that, so I know they must have said it in Keller's presence this weekend. But when I told my mother about it, she tried to blame me! I never say that! The nerve!
Anyway, my child now has the mouth of a trucker and he's probably going to get kicked out of school. And he's not even three.
My parents came down for a visit this weekend and it was quite fun. On Friday, we went to the park with Mary and Noah, then had dinner and hung out. It was so nice to just hang out. Considering the last time I saw them was when my grandmother passed away, and there was so much stuff to deal with, this nice laid back visit was awesome.
Saturday, John and I went running with some friends. We never get to run together anymore, so it was nice. It's funny because most people go out for a date to a movie or something when they have the grandparents in town. We go running. Hey, it works for us. After our run, we went home, had breakfast and got cleaned up. Then we went shopping! For some reason, we always go shopping with my parents. It's fun. We went to REI to get Keller his sandals for the summer. OMG! I thought I was going to lose my mind. The store was busy, so it took a million years just to have someone help us. Then we had to get Keller's little feet measured. By the time it was our turn, he was spent, so we had to chase him around and force him to stand in that foot measuring device (which is actually called a Brannock device for those of you who care). Then we had to wait another million years for the person to actually get the shoes. Finally, we tried them on, and Keller tested them by running around the store and up and down the stairs. It was ridiculous. But his little shoes are so darn cute!
After that, my dad and John took Keller home for a nap and my mom and I continued shopping. When we were done, we went home and I got ready for my girls night.
Nine of us got all dressed up, went to dinner at Guapo's and then saw Sex in the City. It was a great time. The movie was cute, I cried. But I think it was the Sangria from dinner and not the movie itself. But I enjoyed it. It was just really nice to be out with the girls.
Sunday, we went to Ikea. I LOVE Ikea. I have been in an anti-clutter mode for a while with rearranging furniture and throwing stuff away. But I really needed to do something with our kitchen. Anyway, we went to Ikea and got some pantry cabinets and some other things to make our den more clutter-less. Once we were home, my parents left and we started getting things together with our new pantries.
As we were putting things together, Keller, who never took a real nap, was running around the house like a crazed lunatic. Seriously, it was like he ate a pound of sugar. Well, he was running around and runs into the living room where John is working on one of the pantry cabinets and Keller proceeds to tell him, "Eat shit, Papa." Um...what?
Yes, we heard correctly. Keller told his father to eat shit. And what's more, it was completely unprovoked. John was just doing his thing and Keller came in and said that. If it wasn't worrisome that he's going to say that to one of his teachers or little friends, it would be hysterical.
And who do we have to blame? Well, my parents of course. When my parents banter back and forth, it usually ends with an "Eat shit" or two. While they are in love and have been married for almost 40 years, they bicker like you wouldn't believe. But it's all said in jest. Anyway, they are the only two people that I hear saying that, so I know they must have said it in Keller's presence this weekend. But when I told my mother about it, she tried to blame me! I never say that! The nerve!
Anyway, my child now has the mouth of a trucker and he's probably going to get kicked out of school. And he's not even three.
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