On Running

9 Sep

The Man of the House is training up for his Army PT test and is considering running a 5K.  I told him that if he ran, I would be his Juice Box Bee-yatch.  He got all confused and was like “What?”

Seriously, how can this man have been married to me for 14 years and not know about Juice Box Bee-yatches?

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I may never have run a marathon or even a 5K, but I’ve seen the news shots.  And anybody who has seen pictures of marathons or videos of Iron Man Tri-athalon knows that every racer needs someone on the sidelines who is ready with water bottles or Gatorade or juice boxes and Cliff Bars or honey packets or whatever their preferred running fuel might be.  That person on the sidelines is your Juice Box Bee-yatch.  Duh.

If I ever became slightly unhinged and decided to run for “fun,” I would insist on having a Juice Box Bee-yatch.  (It goes with out saying that I would need a sparkly pink velour track suit as well.) Otherwise, where’s the reward?  I mean, sure you can brag that you ran, but there are only 2 kinds of people in this world:  normal people and people who run by choice.  (It doesn’t count if P.E. teachers, coaches, or drill sergeants make you.)

See, so I would either be bragging to someone who could totally one up me by saying something like, “Why yes, your little 5K run sounds very impressive.  Yesterday morning while I was running my ½ marathon…”

Or I would be bragging to a normal people.  When you brag to a normal people about running, they may say something like, “Wow that’s really impressive.”

But inside they are thinking, “Mental note:  this person is slightly insane and cannot be fully trusted.  EVIDENCE A: they claim to enjoy running.”

Yeah, I’d much rather be the Juice Box Bee-yatch.  I could still wear a sparkly pink velour track suit, even.

picture from: http://www.demotix.com/news/56638/london-turns-out-support-marathon-runners#media-56635

Tiny Pigtails

25 Jul

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Things that make me happy.

12 days and counting

7 Jul

Season 12 of Project Runway begins July 19 at 8pm. Happy Sigh.

6 Jul
This girl was our Heat Winner today in backstroke and cut 3 seconds off her best time!
This guy cut 25 seconds off his 200 meter Medley!
This girl cut 19 seconds off her time for the 100meter medley!

First Swim Meet of 2013

27 Jun

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Saturday was our first meet of the summer. The Kiddie Pies were great.

Blueberry Pie executed his first successful flip turn in competition and bettered his time in the 50 yard freestyle by 3 seconds.

In fact, each of them bettered at least 2 of their times.

Cherry Pie and Pumpkin Pie swam their 100 yard medley without getting disqualified. This is a pretty tough thing to do. They swim 25 yards of each stroke: Butterfly, Backstroke, Breaststroke, and FreeStyle (crawl). There are turn and stroke judges watching and there are 100 ways to get disqualified, even if you don’t get confused and forget which stroke you are supposed to be doing. Blueberry Pie has to swim 200 yards for his medley and swam it successfully last week, but was disqualified Saturday because he paused to adjust his goggles at a turn. I consider wardrobe malfunctions to be my fault, so I’m wracked with guilt about it.

Butterfly is the hardest for all the kids. I was helping time the IM races. That dolphin kick that goes with the Butterfly is difficult. I saw lots of kids doing a frog kick or a flutter kick (which got them disqualified). Done right, the Butterfly is beautiful and also intimidating (those clips of Michael Phelps are like watching steam train hurtling towards you). The weird one, in my opinion is breast stroke. First off, it is tough to move forward for the swimmers. The race slowes down considerably on that leg every time. Plus it looks really silly. The whole pool suddenly looks like a huge whack-a-mole game, all the swimmers heads bobbing up and down. I looked it up , and the breast stroke does have a good reason to be used. It keeps your head above water for the most amount of time. So if you were swimming out to rescue someone, you would be able to keep them in sight the best by using the breast stroke. Also it is easier to breathe swimming this way.

Pumpkin Pie’s relay placed 2nd, she swims the first leg which is backstroke, and she came in 8th place in her 25m backstroke, earning points for the team. (8th place and up receive ribbons and earn points for the team.)

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I do love swim team and let me count the ways;

1. Practice every day from 9-11 keeps us on a schedule all summer, but it’s an easy schedule.

2. All 4 of my swimmers practice at the same time and go to the same meets at the same place on the same day. No driving to 3 different towns for 3 different ball games.

3. Swimming is good exercise that the kiddie pies will be able to do their entire lives.

4. It is not during the school year.

5. The atmosphere is so positive. It’s all about beating your own best time or winning your heat and less about beating everyone. Any child who betters their time gets a best time patch for the race.

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6. I can play at the park with the little kids or exercise during practice.

7. Swimming makes the kids hungry enough to eat the healthy food I cook.

8. Pumpkin Pie is actually good at it, and Tamalie Pie might turn out to be.

Tamalie Pie still looks like she might drown any second–she fights the water instead of swimming through it, but she is just beginning.

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Monett Swim Meet

22 Jun

DAD

17 Jun

Call me Mrs. Fix-It

14 Jun

Yesterday I wrestled with a four foot long snake using only this:

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And my own brain as weapons.

I won.

Here is the snake, subdued to my will:

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Victory is mine!

Letter to a Deploying Soldier

12 Jun

My friend Jon has a brother, and that brother is soon to be deployed for a long time.  Jon’s brother & army buddies like to read his blog, so he asked all of us to submit something for the guys to read.  I thought over it a long time, and today I figured out what I wanted to say.  The inspiration came as I was staring at the hood of our Ford 350 Van trying to decide if I was brave enough to change the air filter– which needs doing– and my husband is gone away for 2 1/2 weeks for his National Guard AT.

Dear Soldier Guys,

We love you and we’re proud of you.   We appreciate the sacrifice you make to serve our country and make people free across the world.  While you are gone, we have to learn to do the things that usually you did for us.  Stuff we know you loved to do for us, and we loved to have you do it.

Some of those things aren’t really so hard– once we manage to remember that they have to be done even though you aren’t here to do them.

Things like:

Filling the car with gas.

Mowing the lawn.

Checking the weather report so the kids know what to wear to school and we know whether to mow the lawn today or can it be put off until tomorrow?

Cleaning out the rain gutters.

Some of the things require more technical skill, and we consider asking a brother/father/friend to do it, before our pride kicks in, and we do it all on our own after all.

Things like:

Using power tools to install a baby gate at the top of the stairs.  (Don’t worry, we recorded the baby crawling so you won’t miss seeing her first taste of independence.)

Changing the air filter in the car.  (That check engine light seemed like the a small blinking herald of doom, but it turned out OK.)

Filing taxes.

Opening pickle jars.

Emptying mouse traps and/or killing spiders.

The one thing we never quite get good at is falling asleep at night without you there beside us.  We never quite get the knack of that, no matter how long your deployment lasts.

So promise you’ll come home to us,

Remember we pray for you every day,

And know that we are alright, just a little sleep-deprived.

And we love you.

And we can’t wait for you to come home and take over squishing the spiders and maintaining the car.

Love,

The Girls Back Home

Happiness

10 Jun

Money may not buy happiness, but it does buy ice cream, and that’s kind of the same thing.

(As an adult, it’s hard to find an ice cream cone as big as your head, that’s why adults are less happy than children.)