Stetson's rough day...

Let me explain:

Sunday morning Adam and I woke up super early to get ready to go see the start of Ironman (more on that later). I let Stetson out while I got ready, as is our usual routine. I open the door moments before we leave to see him covered in a burnt red color. He got into some clay that the previous owners of the house had left behind the shed. Darn it! So after a bit, we washed it all off him. Only moments later we opened the door again to see him looking like this:

what a punk! We had a good laugh behind the door first, but then he got in trouble.

And then after another couple hours, we came home and his eye was super red and puffy (I'll spare you the details) and we ended up having to take him to the vet. 10 minutes and $70.00 later, we got some ointment and all was ok again.

Needless to say, Sunday was a rough day for him....and for us.

HP Marathon?

So what happens when your husband is away for another weekend, and the weather is still terr.i.bleeeee (meanin high 50s-low 60s and gray. gray. gray. rain. and more gray) ?? You decide to join the rest of society and watch Harry Potter. Since I've never seen the movies before, any of them, I decided it was a good weekend for this. Now, I will know why my nephew has a onesie that says "Future Gryffindor", or what the heck Keje and Jord are talking about when they say "Expelliarmus" and get into what I used to think looked like a Karate stance. I dont necessarily have to do it with them, but at least I won't be clueless.

I'm on the fourth movie, and when Adam comes home, we'll watch the rest of them since he hasn't seen beyond number four either. I mean at least now I know what all the hype is about, right?

a pat on my own back...

I like setting goals for myself, but I dont always achieve them. Like most people I'm sure, I get lazy, distracted, unmotived, blah, blah, blah...

but about 3 months ago I was fed up with my gym. There was never any parking, I often had to wait for a changing room (this is even including a bathroom stall), which was then usually followed by waiting for a machine (which usually translated to standing there wondering why someone who was leisurely walking on a treadmill needed a 5 minute cool down). Top that with a $40.00 per month fee because I obviously needed to have the Gold Membership, and it was becoming a recipe for a grumpy Tricia around 6:30 PM, 3-4 days a week.

So, I thought to myself "I should suck it up and learn to run".

Here's why:
1. you can do it anywhere, no gym necessary.
2. you only really need sneakers as equipment--though I'd argue I need music too, but fortunately I already had the capabilities for that.
3. running is a total body workout, and I'm a lazy exerciser. If I could run, then hopefully I wouldn't have to do any other kind of workout.
4. I'd save myself $40.00 per month, if I could do it outside.

A while back, Jordan posted on her old blog about Couch to 5k. I thought this was the perfect thing to teach me to run. I downloaded the free app on my phone, and away I went.

As of yesterday (finally! It def. took me more than the 9 weeks the program suggests. :\ ) I did it! Well, I ran for 30 minutes. Now I have to see if my 30 minutes are approximately 3 miles, but who cares. I ran for 30 minutes straight!!!
(I know that's not really a big deal to most people, but any one that knows me knows how HUGE this is for me because I HATE running. Every time it came up in Philadelphia--which was surprisingly often--a new family member would say "seriously? you're running??? you hate running...". I think this made Adam realize how serious I was when I said I hated running).

I still dislike running. that will probably never change. BUT having it be free, and the only workout where you can do it really 3 times a week for 30 minutes and still feel good about yourself, are enough to make it worth it.

I'm in love...

...with the fact that starbucks finally got coconut syrup. yu-um.

one of my favorite scenes.

I know you can barely see him, but this is what see almost every day when I pull up to our house. It's one of my favorite scenes.

Spring Cleaning

This weekend was gorgeous. *sigh* . Just the weather North Idaho has been craving: warm, cloudless, perfect. It felt like the perfect time for some "Spring cleaning". I seriously spent most all of Saturday cleaning. (Although you already can't tell).

But part of my "spring cleaning" involved making us go through all of our clothes and get rid of what we don't wear--and by all I mean down to our underwear and socks.Poor Adam. I usually take several sorting sessions to do this, so it's a constant event in my life, but my dear husband is a bit more lax about it. So on Saturday when I had the chance to nail him down, I definitely took advantage.But he was a good sport, and we have at least one black trash bag full of his clothes heading to the second hand store in hopes of making a few extra bucks.

But it's worth mentioning the difficulty he had when we stumbled across his old Subway polo. The conversation went something like this:

Me: "how about this subway polo"

Adam: [long pause]..... "I guess you can give it away.... [more pausing]...but, it even says sandwich artist on it...I don't even think they make those anymore..."

as a compromise, I suggested I take his picture in it and then send it onto it's next new journey. (He was pretty pumped that he was conveniently wearing black shorts, which I guess made it his actual uniform. )

Isn't he the cutest sandwich artist? Subway really lost a gem the day this guy left.

...it's funny the things that we hang on to sometimes. and I'm totally guilty of it too.