Where do I start and what do I admit in order to remain “incognito”!

So, I have this friend you see……….and um…………… Well, it is not THAT bad, just sensitive.

 I really do not want to get into everyone’s (like 3 readers) opinion but I really had no interest in the MJ story. By MJ I mean the dude that just died with the glove.  Not saying his name to avoid google hits. Moving on….I am very sorry for the loss of his life and how it affects the kids but all the drama around it, I can just do without. The loss of any life is tragic.

So, I meet an old high school friend {who is in town for the same reunion I mentioned yesterday} for lunch and a friend we found out we have in common.

Nothing big….. she is just sharing her life story………. Blah, blah, blah, I am moving back to town, blah, blah, blah, I’m gay and decided to “come out of the closet” when I move back, blah, blah, blah, I have been in the same relationship for 11 years now, blah, blah, blah, I have an incurable disease and will eventually need a lung transplant…………………….

Holy crapacus! We were very supportive as you can be for seeing her for the first time in like 20 years and all was well…. I escaped looking like as ass up to this point so that is an improvement. This is usually where I trip over myself. As for her, I truly feel for her to be diagnosed with a disease at such a young age. She is doing very well and has maintained the same lung capacity since diagnosis so that is GREAT!

Well, for some freaking reason the conversation turned to MJ and I expressed my opinion in a “nice” way and Jen (the other friend) agreed with me. Neither one of us is MJ fans. Well, my old high school friend had a look on her face that bothered me as she said “I really liked him and his death had a huge impact on me”……. I blew it off……

Just found out………. They have the same incurable disease. What the hell are the odds of THAT!???

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, *&^@*&#^*&^@^!!!!!!

 I will need to apologize for this one………………………..

 “That is where I know you from!” he says. I use the name “He” since I still do not know his name. He told me but I forgot in the mix of my Faux Pas.  He and his wife Lisa {which I found out later} sat next to us while eating Sushi and both stared at me through most of dinner trying to figure out who I was. Me, I just ate my sushi and kept my buzz going……really did not care too much where I knew them from since there was a class reunion that night, next door, and it was one class ahead of mine.  So, there were people everywhere that I “thought” I knew.

 He – {blurts out in the middle of my conversation} “THAT IS HOW I KNOW YOU!!! Lindsay, you are talking about Lindsay, the 5 year old  that you Baker Acted years ago” {he was totally eavesdropping and freaked me out}

Me – {shit, how the hell does he know that and WHO IS he? I was totally talking about a confidential situation and thought I was safe just using her first name} …. Blank stare……

He – “ My EX used to babysit her for years and I remember seeing you back then. My Ex’s name is Cindy” 

Me – Oh…… {I nod since I have NO clue who Cindy is…….I should have transposed babysitting for daycare and it all would have clicked, damn…..}

So, we go on to talk lightly about Lindsay and the likely hood of her growing up to be a sociopath and hoping she can not locate either of us…… She was/is that disturbed. Now, “He” is having dinner with his wife {Lisa} and she informs me she sees me on FaceBook all the time since we have a ton of friends in common.  She thinks I am funny, how cute!!!

Me – “Oh yeah……. I only know one person with your last name and I can not tell from the picture……and I prefer not to friend her” {What the heck was her name, I thought it was Lisa, but this is Lisa so what was her name???}

Conversation drops off and we leave the restaurant and on the way out…… here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Lisa – “See you on FaceBook”

Me – “Yes, I need to figure how which one is you. The only one I know is a women who’s name is similar to yours. She does not look like you, no sister, and she owns a crappy child care facility off of center road. Where Lindsay used to go.”

{CLICK}

He – “That is my EX, Cindy, the one who watched Lindsay”

Dead Silence………

Me – {It all clicked}…….”Oh, that is why the last name is familiar…..”

Guess, I will “friend her” on Face Book as an apology….

 

Random Photos – These freak me a lot. Glad I was not there. It was a “drop off” party…..

A few minutes here and a few minutes there is what I used to give when I did it my way. Then, I discovered all these cool blogs and joined in the mayhem of posting with them and loved it, for realsies! {stolen term from Jenboglass) Now, I am just back to doing it my way. That’s it…….. no more, no less. For now……………

The summer is killing me……..being in south Florida in the summer just makes you want to quit your job and hang by the pool/beach all day. It is truly painful to get up and go to work when many of my friends (who happen to have the summer off as teachers) do not have to. If there was Wi-Fi at the beach……. We might have an issue. But, alas, I sit here at work, with my co-office-mate a few feet from me as see sleeps in her chair…… awwwwwww, the joys of work.

This AM we were all relaxing waiting to leave and……

{Warning….. tangent…… I really hate it when we all get ready too early, especially on a Monday. This morning, we could all have slept an extra 8 minutes. Annoying I hell ya!!}

And…… Beano says “Daddy, I wish you were a girl…….

Dead silence….{daddy freaking out internally}

Beano says “So I could marry you”

Oh my, what a riot. Such innocence……

Yesterday late afternoon after all 3 rugrats were out of the pool, all PJed up and calmly watching TV, I jumped into the shower. Dude, I knew something was wrong…… way too quiet. As I get out and follow the trail of PJs, all 3 are back in the pool with Daddy. All 3 in their underwear as Daddy tosses them, which they love. Here are a few pics and I have to say, I just love the one of Beano (bottom middle).

I am sooooo stoked for the new Harry Potter Movie coming out tomorrow night. My midnight tickets are purchased and Pickle is going with me. It is a tradition for me. I have seen all {that have been available} at midnight…. Movies and books.

Thought I would toss in a little HASAY update……… The dang brick wall is killing me. I call it my “Running Brick Wall” Cleaver name , isn’t it! I just keep running and running and running {Run, Forest, Run} with little improvements and it is my own fault. For some insane reason I prefer to run at lunch time and it the Florida heat, it is hot as hell at lunch time. So, I get my heart rate up but I am not moving very fast. It is also amazing how I always have things to do at lunch time on the day I am suppose to hit the gym. Amazing I tell ya!!!

Wow, gotta get back into the mode of “remembering” things worth blogging about………

1. I really having a love hate relationship with exercising and running. Love the running but hate the exercise. This must be why I keep running and have yet to drop any weight in the last few months. ^&%&^%&^%!!!!!!! I will be running on the beach tonight for the summer run series and can not wait!

2. Totally never thought I would have to deal with one of my kids’s BMI being too low. Dude, Pickle is just not eating.   He eats only after running or other heavy activity. The little dude is too skinny. Good news…… He is running tonight with me so he will be eating dinner….. Have a call into the Ped’s Doc to see if I need to supplement with Pedisure or something like it.

 3. There I am, sitting at the Doc’s office due to a rash thingy to a mixture of sun, salt water and sunscreen and once again, I forgot to turn my phone sound down. It rings to the theme song of Bennie Hill! I thought my Doc was going to pee his pants.  I just love that ring tone and laugh each time it plays.  I even “bluetoothed” it to my Doc.  Just makes me laugh.  I will share if you want it. It is great for a laugh.

 4. Yep, beano was kicked out of camp. Just too young and they warned us he will probably not make it. Ummmm….. think it had to do with him hitting and kicking his brother at camp???? Dude…..

 5. “Stop this nonsense” is Beano’s new favorite statement to say to Pickle when he is being silly.  That is just as funny as Pickle saying “Let me demonstrate it for you.” and Beano stating “I have no clue what you are saying but demonstrating does not seem to be in my best interest, I think.”  Kids say the funniest things…..

 6. So, it is summer time and I can not believe I had to bribe my boys with an ice cream cone for a Mohawk!!!! Beano gave in immediately after I offered ice cream. Pickle held out for a few days and them succumbed to my constant pressure.  It was a first for me so they are not perfect but riot.

7.  I have the next 3 days off ALL TO MYSELF!!! Boo-YAH!!!!!  Lots of reading, relaxing, rearranging my house, cleaning out closets and hanging (for the day) at a country club with my free day pass. Should be interesting since I am not a member. Lets see how much of an ass I make of myself.

 8. New thing for me…… bought a “throw away couch”. We totally need a new couch (that I can lay down on since a love seat just does not work) and I am just not into buying a new one with 3 little kids. So, stopped by a thrift store and found a used green (crappy teal green) leather couch for $350 marked down to $115!!! SOLD!   Perfect for them to destroy and easily cleanable! Boo-Yah!

 

1. Do you remember me telling you I HATE MRSA?? Well Mini-Mi has it again, as of today. Figures it happens the week my Peds Doc is on vacation and I have to use the “other” doc that annoys the hell out of me. Although, I will eat a few words, she was very nice this AM.

2. Beano is about 2 days from being kicked out of camp. Dude……. He is just too young for camp. They made an exception since he starts Kindergarten in a few months but he turns 5 the first day of school. I see a repeat if kindergarten in our future.

3. The movie UP sucked. I could are less that you liked it. I think it sucked. I had the opportunity to see Star Trek and Beano wanted to see UP. So I sat through that craptastic movie whose theme was way over Beano’s head. I was bored off my ass…… I could care less if Kevin was killed, really.

4. Am wondering if I just delete the 97 unopened work e-mails from my account if anyone would notice I have not responded. Removing them would make me feel better…… really it would.

5. OOOHHHHH!!!!! Thanks to google, I think I found a way to get out of my Sprint contract so that I may buy an iPhone. Boo-Yah!!! I am stoked!! Now, to convince the hubby I need to buy a new cell phone……

6. Wow, I am not in the random thought mode yet, stilla  little green, so that is all I got. Lots of craptastic stuff and nothing too funny.

What can I say…… I am “towing the line” with little positive results. I am on a plateau from hell. Toss in a few lingering months of residual “Darth Maul” inflicted ankle injury (torn ligs) , some heal pain (bone spur) and that is where I am. Only goods new with the injuries is that I have 2 great sports Docs and and am usually sportin’ some kinesio tape (pink tape in picture) to improve healing.

With that said, I am switching it up  the next few weeks and plan on spending a lot more time in the gym and doing biometrics to try to burn a few pounds.

My running coach this week informed me I am “not eating enough” and that has lowered my metabolism. WTF???   Really, not eating enough?? I guess skipping meals has the opposite effect. Dang body is storing up for an alien attack or something….

On a GREAT note……Over the past few months Pickle has “placed” at every race  usually as the youngest runner. Mostly third but the last race was very small so he scored a first place medal for his age. He is stoked, as am I!!

See, Casey, I am back, I promise.

HASAY what? Click her to see……..

Chapter 3-Final

 Lost, read this

{Beep, beep, beep, beep, Beep, beep, beep, beep, Beep, beep, beep, beep, Beep, beep, beep, beep…………}

 

Myself: Oh shit, what the hell is that?

Me: A yellow construction machine thingy.

 

Myself: What?

Me: Hold on…… let me google it……… Excavator, yeah that it is.

 

Myself: OK, so what the hell are you doing to MY room!

Me: Cleaning it up, finally, in one large dump, and starting over.

 

Myself: {blank stare, looking pissy/cranky/all the above}

Me: Is that OK?

 

Myself: Do I have a say?

Me: {blank stare}

 

Myself: Then do what you want, I do not care anymore.

Me: Hey, I am doing it for us, I swear!!! I realized that there is just too much in here to really tell it all; therefore, I will never do it. So, I will clean it out and we can start over. What do you say about that?

 

Myself: OK, but I was looking forward to telling everyone about all the crapsastic stuff that has happened to you. I tell you, it is a ton.

Me: I know but I just do not want to relive it right now. Just stupid stories.  We can tell them later if you want, how about that?

 

Myself: OK but I just want to say only you would wait until your car is 3 miles from empty to have your battery die and then the next day have your checking account hacking by on line thieves followed up by Mini-Me having MRSA again, then break 2 cell phones within a week  and then…..

Me: STOP! I get it. I know. I lived it. It sucked. I’m done.

 

Myself: {sniff, sniff} But what are we going to talk about if you get rid of it all?

Me: Are you really saying my daily craptastic adventures have ended and moving forward we will have nothing to report?

 

Myself: {smile} Oh , yeah, that is right, you are full of craptastic adventure. SWA-EAT!

Me: OK, is there anything final you would like to say before I do this week’s spin cycle?

 

Myself: Spin Cycle? Really we are going to do it???? Yippee!!!!!  Can we tell them about the ER visit?

ME: NO!!!! Nothing from the past!!! Lets move on!!!!

 

Myself: OK, moving on…….

Me:  Done……..

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Spin Cycle  -

I LOVE YOU GUYS AND HAVE MISSED YOU I THINK OF ALL YOU BLOGGY FRIENDS OFTEN!!!! I AM BACK.  I SWEAR THIS TIME! LOVE YA!!!

 

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If you are lost, read Chapter 1 first

 

Chapter 2

 

Me: We are making progress. We have one whole corner cleaned out.

Myself: yeah, my back is killing me. Having fun sitting in the lounge chair drinking lemonade???

 

Me: Hey, it is all mental work for me. I can do it sitting down. Not my fault that since you’re a figment of my imagination, you have to do physical imagination labor.

Myself: That makes no sence.

 

Me: Yeah, I know but it is my logic so deal with it.

Myself: Pfft…..

 

Me: Dang, I have so many little stories to share from in here…

Myself:  I know but keep it in order, follow the list….. so where did we leave off?? Oh yeah, the Masters…. Tell them about it….

 

Me:  Long story short, we ended up going with 2 guys Daddy works with. I was the only girl and pretty much had a blast. Ended up driving them around most of the time after 3 guys with a Garmin got lost and I just had a blast. I will post a bunch of photos at the end of this post.  We had tickets for Wednesday, followed a few golfers around, verified I do not like their infamous pimento sandwich, bought a cool blue shirt that I have lived in since returning home and was told by the guys, “You are not bad to travel with”…… Well, I was also the “room mom” since I brought snacks, drinks, wet wipes, hand sanitizer and all the other mommy stuff.

Myself:  That sounds pretty cool. Pardon me while I looked a little miffed you went off to the Masters left me here and waited a few weeks to share the story with me.

 

 

Me: I get it. I get it. It will not happen again, mkay.

Myself: {looking pissy} OK, so what’s next?

 

Me: Easter….. typical Easter…… nothing odd, crazy or inappropriate there. Eggs, Jesus and bunnies.

Myself:  So, when did the bad luck start up again??

 

Me: Oh, that? I will get to it, promise.

Myself: OK. I also heard of a few running stories…..

 

Me: Yeah, but back to the story. Geez….. OK, so the Monday after Easter was Mini-Me’s 2^nd birthday. Very low key and loved it. Of course she was splashed in pink clothes and toys. Really cute. Will post photos at the bottom.  Pickles biggest concern was verifying I was not going to share the fact that he was playing with girl toys….. He was only “testing them” for Mini-Me. Bwahh hahaaa.

Myself:  Now that is funny!

 

Me:  So, since my last race at the end of March, I have not been running. Well, up to this point in the story….  Not “allowed”. I have been seeing the sports chiro peeps 1-2 times weekly for rehab.  Well, I just could not take it. Pool running sucks.  So, I went out and ran. No one ever sees me, no one. Well, 7 peeps saw me, all know I was not to run and all called me out on face book. Geez….. Good news, it felt good and though deduction we “think” it is more of a muscle issue {like tight muscles} due to under use. So, I am allowed to run some…

Myself: That is pretty cool. Boring but cool.

 

Me: That was rude!!!

Myself: Well, I am just thinking of your readers. You are not adding any humor to this.

 

Me: {blank stare}

Myself: What?

 

Me: I am just trying to update everyone and move on like you said to do!!!. Shut it!!

Myself: {blank stare}.

 

Me: Well, Mini-Me made it to a well baby appointment without being sick. That is HUGE in our house. She has not had MRSA in like 5 weeks!

Myself: Again, boring……

 

Me: Well, the next week of my life was hell and the readers are starting to skip text again so I think I need to save it to Chapter 3.

Myself: Ever think it is just your writing style and they were skipping text in the first sentence?? Hee hee

 

Me: I bought you into this world chicky, I can take you out.

Myself: {blank stare}

 

Me: I think we are done for now…

Myself: Ya think? Meanie……

 

 

To be continued……..

 

Me: {click, click, click} {cash} *&*^^*&!!! Where did all this crapolla come from? {silence}

Hello!…….Hello!……. Hello!…….Hello!……. Hello!…….Hello!…….Hello!…….Hello!…….

Myself: {groggy, trying to wake up, giving the cold shoulder}

 

Me: So now you won’t talk to me?

Myself: Why should I. You left me alone in this hell hole for weeks how. Where the Eff have you been?

 

Me: {looking away} What is with all the crapolla on the floor and is that a dust bunny?

Myself: {looking pissy} it is a dust bear and keep up the passive aggressive stuff and I will sick him on you.

 

Me: Dust bear?

Myself:  It was the biggest animal I could conjure up with all the dust around and I needed someone to talk to since you left me alone. It is scary in here.

 

Me: So, tell me again why it is so messy in here? Also, were are all my peeps?

Myself: You are kidding right? You expect to dump all of your craptastic adventures in here like a pensieve [Harry Potter term] thinking I will go though and sort it for presentation to your small audience upon your unexpected arrival??!!?? Oh no chicky, mkay. Think again.

 

Me: Do you think they will come back?

Myself: I have seen a few stop by from time to time but they just look around and leave. I am pretty sure you have lost a lot of your base.

 

Me: Wow….. I have been away too long. Being back in here…. Well, I forgot how much I enjoy being in this room…. Um, with you.

Myself: Is that your way of apologizing for leaving me alone in this hell hole with no protection from your 1/2 baked crazy thoughts and ideas wandering around in here?

 

Me: {blank stare}

Myself: I will take that as a yes. So, first things is first, we have to clear out all this crapolla, make a list of what we want to keep to share it with any readers you might still have and delete the rest.

 

Me: {blank stare}

Myself: What?

 

Me: {blank stare} I am overwhelmed. Where do I start?? There are a ton of broken pieces & dust bunnies (bears) everywhere.

Myself: Start at the beginning. We will make chapters out of it until it is all clean and shiny new.

 

Me: awwwww……… you’re pretty cool.

Myself: {blush} But, listen here, we have to do it different this time. For realsies.

 

Me: ????

Myself: You set your standards way to high, could not keep up and just bagged it all.

 

Me: I guess I did. With work, kids, life, running,  OT for both boys, the baby having  MRSA again and again, the need to read my reader’s blog, responding by e-mail and web to each comment and face booking….. I just lost it all. Too many balls in the air.

Myself: So, what are we cutting?

 

Me: Well, um…I should be able to do it all, right?

Myself: Um, no, but we will take baby steps…..  and since neglecting your family and job is not an option and I can not seem to make you give up face book, lets start with e-mail. I know how much you love to respond to each comment so respond on the blog and they will have to check back there.

 

Me: Really?

Myself: Really!!

 

Me: OK, what’s next?

Myself: Time to start the chapters so we can dispose of all this crapolla in an efficient way.

 

Chapter 1

Me: So we just clean it all up, the 2 of us with no fancy presentation?

Myself: Yes, I think that is the best way to dispose of all of this.

 

Me: The oldest piece of text in here is from the end of March. What do I do with it?

Myself: Just quote it and then if we feel like discussing it we can. If not, move on.

 

Me: Ok, here is goes….. End of March……. “Although I was not “allowed to run” we had a great day. It was Saturday, the first day of my week off. Pickle ran a 5k on the beach, sporting his best time of 34 minutes and after that we meet up with Beano and Daddy to watch a friend’s baseball game, finishing it off with lunch at a local sports bar.”

Myself: Good. Anything else you want to add?

 

Me: Um…. The next day, I also hung at the beach with friends, lost my all time favorite Oakley’s (in the ocean) that are discontinued and look mini-me on a long bike ride. Not that exciting although it was about 15 miles with 20 pounds on the back of a bike and over a bridge twice.

Myself: Hey, you came up with a nickname for the baby!!! Cool

 

Me: Yeah, I like it. It fits. Mini-me. It is sooooo fitting, for realsies.

Myself: OK, go on……..

 

Me:  Wait…. There has to be something funny about that weekend…… um….

{10 minutes elapse}

Myself: {eyes rolling} Lets move on…….

 

Me: OK, what’s next…… um, yeah I had the whole week off.

Myself: and……

 

Me: I WENT TO THE MASTERS on Wednesday!!

Myself: Ooohhhhh, you should have a few good clips from that.

 

Me: Yep, I do but I think the readers are getting bored. I see them skimming some of the text so we better end this chapter, mkay.

Myself: Sounds good………

 

To be continued……..

 

 

 

 

 

 

……………Put a cap in your arse, really. You have messed with me all week and I have had just about enough. What’s that? You think this is funny? Well I don’t. I say share the love and go find someone else to torture, like NOW! I think I have hit my quota for a while…… It all started last Monday evening…..

• Tummy virus, late Monday evening. Both Pickle and I got it. 12 hours of eliminating yucky stuff. Warning to Pickle’s future wife…… he is a baby when it comes to being sick. I mean it! You are screwed!

• Unable to work Tuesday, thus not being able to prepare for my trip to Tallahassee. I knew I was going to get screwed if I waited to the last minute to prepare for a full day meeting and I did.

• Pickle’s expensive running shoes fell apart again only 1 month into wear. Shit, we will be returning them after the Saturday race, again.

• Pickle managed to “dirty” just about every towel and rug in the house requiring my mom to come over and do some laundry so I did not leave town with a pile of puke laundry.

• Unable to run…..

• 2 hours late leaving for Tally due to being sick, rental car….. blah blah

• OK, I am weird but I have had this obsession to see if I can own a cell phone without having to buy the car charger. I have been able to work around this for 8 months now since the phone came with a second battery. That is until I left for Tallahassee without it. Dang, had to buy a car charger.

• Unable to run……. Still sick…… puked up hummus somewhere around Gainsville on the ride up….

• Hotel reservation got effed up and the confirmation took me to one hotel and I was registered clear across the city in another. WITH A 13INCH TV instead of a flat plasma!!! I was pissed. Hotel {and the bed} sucked!

• I managed to jam both printers more than once trying to print out all the crapolla I needed for my marathon management meeting an hour before it started. Found a new hiding place for jammed paper so it was educational.

• Unable to run…….. still sick{ish}

• I am so far behind with my blog reader I am shaking.

• Without a wall charger, my cell phone rarely lasts a night {hence Sprint giving me 2 batteries} so I had to rely on the hotel wake-up-service. Well, since my power went out 5 minutes into Grey’s Anatomy {before I called for the wake up call} and was out for 3 hours, lets say it was not a fun evening…..no Grey’s, no Internet……

• Drove home {from tally} in a nasty storm Friday evening after everything that could have gone work with both databases I manage, did go wrong.

•Got up at the arse-crack of dawn for a 12K race {5K for Eli} for a 7am race {got there @ 6:10} only to find out the web site was wrong and the race was at 7:30. PISSED I was.

•iPod decided to die on me 3 miles into a 8 mile race. I only run with tunes so singing to myself was all I had. It was bad…..

So, Murphy I think I had enough…..

Upside……….

•Eli came in 3rd for his age in the 5K. I love to see his smile when he walks up to get the award. Not his best time by far but still 3rd. He is going to start practicing with me this week. We have another 5K this Saturday.

•Without an iPod and overcoming the tummy virus a few days earlier, I was able to run 8 miles in 1:20. Boo-Yah!!!!! This is 10 minute miles!!! Not very good when running 2-3 miles but I maintained it for 8 miles without music!!!

•My ankle is improving. I “felt” it throughout the entire race but no major pain. Sucky part is the last 40 yards or so was on grass and sprinting on that with my ankle hurt like hell.

•The race was great, I have made a few friends and they were their on bikes cheering me on or running the race and we all went out to eat afterwards.

Very nice….. Um, yeah I just realized it is all a list……..it comes naturally…..