Words to live by...

So my friend Pammy has a super cool daughter and she has a sticker that is my new life motto.

How completely awesome is that??   So immediately I had to go through my lipstick.  Let's face it, I have a drawer full but really only four that are in current rotation.  

The first is an every day lip color that is called Delightful.  Yeah, that one is a bit of stretch isn't it?  So maybe it's not a coincidence that it wears off very quickly.  It probably just can't jive with my true mojo or something.  

The one that Mr. P doesn't like but is my "I'm not going to work today" lipstick is called Lustering.   It's a bit um, "in your face" but I think I pull it off.  Since I didn't know what lustering meant, I had to look it up.  I didn't want to be wearing something that meant I hated giraffes or something.  (because I am totally giraffe friendly-totally)  Here is the definition of lustering as a verb:  

1. To give a gloss, glaze, or sheen to. 2. To give or add glory, radiance, distinction, or splendor to.

So there you go.  All gloried up and but where am I going?

My date night lip color is called Amorous.  My friend Lynn knew what that meant right off the bat.  She's super smart like that.  Once again, I had to look it up.  Because I'm not super smart like that.   So here it is:

1. inclined or disposed to love, especially sexual love
2. showing or expressing love
3. of or pertaining to love
4. being in love; enamored 

Hmmm. No wonder Mr. P likes that one.  

And my favorite color right now is called V.I.P.  I love it.  Love.  Or maybe it's the amorous part of me.  Now I just need to figure out what the V.I.P. stands for.  Very Important Princess?  We shall see...  :)  

So, can I be as wild as my lipstick suggests I am?  You betcha!  Can you?  

Tagged!

You've been tagged!

Laura Belle tagged me and I'm finally getting around to getting this done!  Finally.  It only took like a billion years....

The Rules:1. Post these rules. 
2. You must post 11 random things yourself.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
5. Go to their blog and tell them that you've tagged them.
6. No stuff in the tagging section about ‘you are tagged if you are reading this.’ 

11 Random things about me:

1. I'm a Libra.  Sit back and watch me find balance.  

2. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 16.  (my mom about threw up at the thought...)

3.  I'm naturally pigeon toed. It's a good look-trust me.  The advantage?  I can do some STRANGE stuff on the dance floor naturally!  

4. My first car was a 1979 Plymouth Horizon.  Her name was Molly.  

5.  Mr. P and I were a blind date.  He had Metallica tickets.  Enough said.  

6. I'm right handed
7. I still wear the ear rings that Lynn gave me as a birthday gift back in college a billion years ago
8.Mr. P and I got married in Maui
9.I still haven't learned how to play the harmonica.  It's on my list of things to do...
10. I've eaten cooked squirrel  It was pretty tasty.  No I wasn't on Survivor.
11.The first time I was on an airplane was 1998.  

 Laura's questions:

1. Did you have a pet when you were a kid?  Yeppers!!  Cindy was our dog. She was awesome.
2.  Favorite sports team? The one that had Joe Montana on it.... (49ers preferably)  If you listen closely you can hear Mr. P gag just a little...
3.  If you had all the money in the world and could only by either shoes or purses, which would you pick? Purses.  I'd just have Kate Spade kidnapped and keep her here forever....
4.  Do you wear more brown or black clothing? Black.  I was going to insert a crazy "once you go black" comment here but decided not to...
5.  Have you lived in the same area all or life? Heck no!  I lived "up north", and then school in various cities, and then Vegas (the one that's in Nevada) and now here....  See?  Lots of places!!
6.  What was the last movie you saw? Hmmm don't remember.  One with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston.  Why doesn't she EVER wear a bra??
7.  What was the last book you read?  Some mindless trashy romance that didn't have nearly enough romance but lots of trash....
8.  What's your perfect idea of a 'free Saturday' (nothing to do)? I haven't the faintest idea.  Knowing me, I'd probably "unfree" it and schedule it full of stuff....
9.  What do you wear most: Heels or Flats? Flats.  The air gets thin if I wear heels...
10. Have you ever shot a gun? Yeppers!!  My Bro gave me one when I graduated from high school.  He's cool like that....
11. Favorite food?  ice cream

My Questions to you:


1. What's your favorite game show?
2. Popcorn or Fritos? 
3. Do you walk to work?
4. Do you sing in the car or hold a cell phone to your ear so no one knows you're actually singing?
5.Do you have siblings?
6. Dogs or Cats?
7. What do you do on vacation?
8. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
9. Do you talk back to the TV?  
10. Can you curl your tongue like a taco?
11. When was the last time you wore a dress?

And who I am tagging?

Fast Traxx

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Pumpkin to Princess

A Dirt Road Anthem  

Full Tilt

Happy Birthday C J!

Today is the day that our most beautiful Cally Jo was born.

Happy 9th Birthday CJ!!

How does a Cally spend her birthday?  Any way she wants!!  Her day started off with a massage, and a nap,

Cally nap time, (I don't think she knows she's being attacked by a turtle!)

and she spent the day sporting her new collar from Pelli's Castleworks,

A one of a kind-just like Cally!

then some howling for a little while, and a bully stick.  (feel free to look up what that is, or just ask my friend Pam--she'd love to tell you)  What a great birthday!!

Cally and Mr. Stick

We love this little yellow wonder more than anything.  She's taught us so much and we wouldn't trade her for the world!!

A Mother's Guilt

Mr. P has been nagging me because I haven't been keeping up with the blog.  Apparently he doesn't know what's going on unless he reads it here.  Silly Mr. P.

The main reason that I've been missing in blogging action?  

Well, Bunker tangled with the tire jump and lost.  What does that mean?  It means he either misjudged his jump or slipped or who knows what.  It doesn't matter. He hurt himself.  But I didn't think he did and couldn't really tell if he was really hurt.  I didn't think it was a big deal until our trial last weekend.  He was slow.  That boy isn't ever slow.  Ever.  He doesn't know how to be slow.  But he was.  Obviously, he hurt.  I was able to do a massage on him on Sunday and he was a soft tissue train wreck.  This is where I go into panic mode.  Here's the Bunk-a-chunk that never ever ever gets hurt and he's hurt.

Bunker and a tire jump

Enter mother's guilt.  A good mother would have noticed that he wasn't right and wouldn't have run him last weekend.  A good mother would have gotten him fixed up right away.   A good mother would have---I don't know what.  None of which is what I did.  I ran him anyway, thinking nothing was wrong.   Things were wrong.  Bad dog mom.

He got to visit our favorite puppy chiropractor this week.  He was a mess.  I feel so bad.  Poor kid.  Somehow, even though he didn't feel good, he managed to qualify three out of four runs.  He picked up QQ #15.  He was a very good boy.  I don't know how he did it, but he did.  Bless his little puppy heart.  

He now gets some time off of training and showing.  I don't think he's liking that decision, but I do know he's feeling better and that makes me happy.   The good news is that he'll be A-OK very soon.  That's  very good puppy news.  

It also means that this is a girls weekend!  Or is it girl-cation?  Cally Jo and I get to run this weekend and the boys will just have to cheer us on.  If you listen really close, you might be able to hear them over Cally's barking.....or not...  :-)

Random News of this Monday

Ok, first off:

Please keep Sherry Arnold in your thoughts and prayers.  To my knowledge she still hasn't been found. It's just not right that you go out for your morning run and don't make it back.  Very not cool.

Second off:

I made lasagna for the very first time.  Wait, let's rephrase that.  I'm trying to make lasagna for the very first time. It's in the oven right now.   I have this super cute dish thingy that I got for Christmas (thanks Mom) and it looks perfect for lasagna.  Perfect.  I got all the ingredients needed and then I realized that lasagna is an engineering nightmare.  Really??  It's 2012.  Why hasn't anyone figured out that the noodles don't fit into a 9x13 pan with any type of semblance???   Do you go length ways?  Then there's space left over.

Noodle Shortage

 If you go the other way, then the noodles are too long.

Excess Noodle-ing

 I also learned that you can't cut lasagna noodles.  They shatter.  A person could lose an eye with one of those.  Totally dangerous.   I'd probably have to wear a patch.   Once again, not cool.   This is a totally great opportunity for someone to swoop in and make a noodle that will fit the freaking pan correctly!!!  (ok-I'm a little obsessive. Maybe...)

Dangerous Noodle Weapon

If it doesn't turn out, there's a pizza ready and waiting.  I only burn those on occasion.  (Like Christmas-sorry people!)

Engineered Lasagna In the Oven

More news:

What?  You can't handle it?  Too bad people-there's more!!  I found out today that with this half marathon training, I've gained sixteen pounds.  You read that right.  Gained.  Sixteen.  Pounds. The nurse and I had to weigh myself twice at the doctors office today, just to make sure.  And because it wasn't uncomfortable enough the first time.   Funny, my jeans are actually a size smaller than they used to be, but sometimes my pants get hung up on my HUGE, Ginormous (That's for you, SUAR), muscle ridden quads.  Apparently, I'm strong like an ox.   I'd better let the county know that they may need to do some road repair after I'm done running on them. Boom. Da da Boom.  Here comes the Ox Girl....

And finally, I've been diagnosed with a strained Gastrocnemius muscle.  Sounds terrible doesn't it?  Almost like the consequence of a promiscuous sexual behavior.  Did you hear?  She's got a strained gastrocnemius.  Stay away.  You don't want to catch that.  Hopefully, it's not that big of a deal and will "unstrain" quickly.   I guess it's part of the hugely muscled drumsticks I'm sporting these days.......

Ok-enough.  I need to go check the lasagna.  OR burn the pizza, either way...

Happy Monday!!

Hitting the Wall

I did it.  I hit the wall.  Actually, it was more like spinning down a dark vortex and crashing head first into a brick wall with as much momentum as humanly possible.  That'd be me right now.   Just an FYI an impact like that makes an awful noise.

Not the actual wall I hit. 

I hurt.  My leg freaking hurts.  It's no ones fault but my own.  This stupid half marathon.  Actually, I can't even blame it.  I didn't randomly get signed up.  I signed up on purpose.  But as I hobbled through my twelve miles yesterday I realized that this isn't my dream.  It's my friend's dream.  I just made it my goal.  'Cause that's what I do.  Obsess, get competitive and set goals.  There are worse things in life than a goal now and then isn't there?

Either way, this week has been more painful than pain free.  I hate pain.  I'm a wimp.  It's annoying.  I'm sure Mr. P was glad he was out of town this weekend.  I'm glad he was out of town too, for his sake.  Because even though I can't navigate the stairs nicely, I'd be able to lash out at him somehow.    I have that kind of skill.

My biggest fear is that I won't be able to run my dogs in our upcoming competitions.  Fear makes me angry.  Angry at myself for putting me in this situation.  If it was a question of my dog's health, I wouldn't even think twice and would pull in a heart beat.  Their well being is more important than any race or competition.  Hands down.  Why is it that a different set of rules applies to myself?

I'm sure I'm not the only person that has had this happen.  What do you do when you hit a wall?

The Glamorous Life

Today I had the day off.  Since I live this super glamourous life, my day was spent with exciting things like this:

 Washing and folding this:

And for the last, um forever, I've been putting the extra socks that the laundry fairy leaves in the basket into the drawer of my nightstand.  Today, I emptied that drawer.

I haven't decided if I really want to go through them or just shove them back in the drawer for another zillion years.  These are the choices of the charmed life.

Oh, and I got to go shopping.  Since Victoria's Secret is having their really big sale that has some kind of crazy Victoria's Secret name, I went there.  But, they don't sell Moving Comfort bras there.  So, I bought this super sexy sweatshirt instead.  It's lined with fur, making it ultra glamorous. I'm such a sex kitten.  Doesn't everyone go to Vicky's Secret to buy sweatshirts???

I also read the mail.  Well, most of the mail.  We got the annual calendar from the local power plant.  It includes a prescription for radioactive iodine in the event there is a nuclear disaster.  I live in a great neighborhood.  I love getting that calendar every year.

I DID get to take the pups on a nice hour and a half walk.  It was a beautiful day.  Hanging out with those awesome pups on an awesome day makes for a super glamourous life!!

Lessons from 2011

That's it.  It's done.  Finished.  Over Rover.  So much for  ol' 2011.   I wouldn't chalk it up to my best or even favorite year so far.  But, here are some of the things that I learned in 2011:

• that twelve years is waaaay to long between girlfriend get togethers!  

• that there isn't a pair of gloves out there that will keep my hands warm when walking the dogs when it's only fifteen degrees and there is a ten plus mile an hour wind blowing (that's why I'm trying mittens this winter and bought a ton of hand warmers to go in them...)

• that I'm not as smart as I think I am

• that our dogs ROCKED the 2011 AKC Agility Nationals!  

• to stop asking God for patience because He will keep putting me in situations where I need it 

• that I'd like to go to Chicago again and spend more time there with Mr. P.

• that I can run foot races but really don't like them because of all the people in my way  (I can only imagine how it will be at the Princess)

• that I have amazing friends that do amazing things

• that Cally is a PACH diva and I think it's awesome

• that I might be addicted to buying running gear.... (sorry Mr. P!)  :)

• that I can be tenacious

• that Ohio State folks cringe when you call buckeye cookies "chocolate covered nut balls"  

Chocolate Covered Nut Balls

• that I have the best Hubby, friends and family on the planet

• that I should reconsider any more of Pam's bright ideas, but I'm so proud of her anyway

• that our dogs are amazing all the time

• that in the event I make bacon, the house will smell like it for two solid days

• that apparently I was supposed to be curling my eyelashes all these years.  Who knows how long I would have gone on being all straight lashed if it wasn't for the super sweet gal at the MAC counter... You'd think a friend would have pointed out my freaky straight lashes earlier.

• that I'm not done learning....

What did you learn in 2011?  

Happy New Year!  May your life be blessed in 2012!