tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37437418655154688372024-03-19T05:24:34.939-05:00The Bitchy RunnersRandee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-61847619950585271072012-01-09T10:11:00.000-06:002012-01-09T10:11:32.347-06:00Signing OffOne year ago today The Bitchy Runners blog was born. This is what I wrote on that day as our bio.<br />
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<div style="color: #674ea7;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Two 30 something mothers trying to become runners. We run for stress relief, we run for sanity, we run for girl time. However, we tend to do quite a lot of bitching along the way! Join us as we train for the Chicago Marathon on October 9, 2011. Should be an interesting journey!</span></i></div><br />
And an interesting journey it was. But that journey has came to an end. A year full of miles, sweat, tears, poop, laughter and attractive pictures is forever documented on this blog. January 9, 2011, I created the blog with hopes of motivating the gang and sharing our adventures with friends. It turned into so much more.<br />
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Including today's final blog, there were 252 posts. Randee posted a grand total of nine times, all in January 2011. However, there is no shortage of her presence here. She really was the main character of the blog and inspiration for the majority of my posts.<br />
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The blog has had 62,530 page views, from the United States, Canada, United Kingdom, Germany, Australia, Argentina, Spain, Ukraine, Russia and China. October 2011 was our most visited month.<br />
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I must say "thank you" to <a href="http://www.shutupandrun.net/">Shut Up and Run</a>, <a href="http://skinnyrunner.com/">SkinnyRunner</a> and <a href="http://www.runningoffthereeses.com/">Running Off The Reeses</a>. They sent the most traffic to the blog from their sites.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I got to meet Cely from Running Off the Reeses while in Chicago. Remember Doug got drunk with her friend Brian. The blog about how they (Doug & Brian) <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/10/falling-in-love-at-knob-creek.html">fell in love</a> is one of my top 10 most read blogs!</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">#5 - <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/10/whats-next.html">What's Next</a> - This blog was written just after returning home from Chicago. I was still on my marathon high and ready to do it again. Since then Randee and I have decided we would rather become swimsuit models versus marathoners. We're very talented at looking good while laying by the pool & sippin' wine.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">#4 - <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/10/chicago-marathon-race-reviewmission.html">Chicago Marathon Race Review</a> - This post was written the evening after we finished the marathon. I wanted to make sure all of the details were fresh on my mind. Even though it slowed me WAY down, I'm happy I stopped at all 26 mile markers to take a picture and update my facebook status.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">#3 -<a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/08/ifitness-belt-giveaway.html"> iFitness Belt Giveaway</a> - I was so excited to have our first blog giveaway. I felt like I was somebody real special to get a free hydration belt to review and then have a lucky reader win their own. I loved the iFitness belt so much I bought a second one (non hydration) in Chicago for the marathon.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">#2 - <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/07/pool-party-wrestling.html">Pool Party Wrestling</a> - This post was put together after a fun weekend of hanging out by the pool. You know it had to be a fun day if I got this photo greatness. I don't think it is my writing, but the search term that got so many hits on that post.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">#1 - <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/04/warrior-dash-review.html">Warrior Dash Review</a> - I took a disposable water proof camera and took pictures of every obstacle. This post gives a very detailed look at the event. This post has 2287 page views so far!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> The Bitchy Runners blog has been found by all kinds of fun search terms. Some of the most recent are:<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nude Child Family - Well, my kids usually wear clothes, However, I did post this awesome photo bomb picture taken in Spain. My mom was just taking a picture of Audrie on a camel and a naked hands on hip boy showed up.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peeing Squatting: This one is all Randee. Well, at least that's the only incident that has photo evidence. I'll admit we squatted together behind a very skinny tree around mile 5 of the Chicago Marathon.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thick Legs: Rude. It was probably my husband using that search term. It was him who looked at this picture and said, "WOW, look how much thicker your legs are at the top compared to Randee's." Then I beat his ass.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crawling on Hands and Knees: That was us pretty much every time we did a Jillian Michael's video.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> I have posted a whooping 2287 photos on this here blog. Just about all of them have been exceptionally flattering. Especially our yoga poses.<br />
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I don't have statistical proof, but I'm going to declare 'Whine and Wine Wednesday' the best damn idea EVER.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The purple section of the wine cellar is basically a world wide phenomenon.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">People around the globe popped a cork on Wednesday's and got their whine on.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Whine and Wine Wednesday - The only way to survive marathon training.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Bitchy Runners blog is coming to and end. However, I will keep up the facebook page. I would love you to join us there. Click this <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Bitchy-Runners/260364593991833">link</a> NOW so you don't forget! I'm sure Whine and Wine Wednesday will make an appearance there, and I'll do my best to post as many unflattering pictures of Randee as possible.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So, it is with a heavy heart and literally tears in my eyes that we say our final "see you later". (I don't like goodbyes.)<br />
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</tbody></table>Keep on running. Keep on bitchin'. Keep on being YOU!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-28168108634077437092012-01-08T12:55:00.002-06:002012-01-08T13:05:22.211-06:00Then We RacedThanks for all the love over our Bitchy Runner Blog Eulogy Part 1. It made me a little sad and nostalgic. Glad to know I've made at least a couple of people smile with our stories and beautiful photography. It really has been a fun journey.<br />
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Yesterday my alarm didn't go off and I missed P90X Yoga. Dammit. The rest of the gang somehow managed to do it without me. When I finally dragged my lazy butt out of bed I discovered, after a week of P90X and the elimination diet, I gained a pound. Isn't that nice. My energy level is up. I'm feeling great. I have to do the wiggle dance to get into my pants and suck it in to button em'. Listen here body....we are NOT going to gain any more weight. Capiche?<br />
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**Drum Roll Please**<br />
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The Bitchy Runners Eulogy Part 2 - Then We Raced<br />
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Originally we were planning to do a race per month in 2011. We almost succeeded. <br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was a fun women's only race where we wore camo and tutus.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We won first place for the largest..in numbers not butt size...team. WOAD...Weapons of Ass Destruction.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>In late January we did the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/01/too-cold-to-hold-race-review.html">Too Cold to Hold</a> 15K.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was a fun race day. We started with coffee. I ran even slower than usual due to a hamstring injury. We finished with massages and then greasy hamburgers and fries.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>In February it was time for the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/02/cowtown-10k-review.html">Cowtown</a> 10K.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our first start line self portrait...a tradition was born.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>March was the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/03/rock-n-roll-dallas-half-race-review.html">Rock 'n' Roll Dallas Half Marathon</a>.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We decided we were cool enough for compression socks.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Randee's first half and my half PR.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>April brought the Warrior Dash! Are you ready to get muddy? My <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/04/warrior-dash-review.html">Warrior Dash Review</a> is the all time most visited post on the blog. Warrior Dash is also one of the highest search terms.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So. Much. Fun.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Notice no Randee. She does not do mud. The rest of us are way cooler than her and had a fantastic time. Even Ms. Thang Talia got all dirty and enjoyed it. I'm planning to do this race in 2012 in my actual wedding dress. It's 'trash the dress' 14 years (almost to the day) later!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>In May we did <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/05/heels-and-hills-half-marathon-review.html">Heels and Hills Half Marathon</a>.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Entertaining ourselves while waiting in line for the port-a-potties turned out to be the highlight of this race.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This race was all kinds of horrible. The path is BORING. Oh yes, and there was rain and a shortened distance due to severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings. Good times.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I also did the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/05/moms-run-race-review.html">Mom's Run</a> 5K with Trent in May. It was our second year and we finished in under 30 minutes. I was so proud of him for pushing through till the end.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The sad thing is there website is no longer working. I'm thinking they may not do the race in 2012. I'll have to find us another Mother's Day race to continue the tradition.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>June was when we did our one and only bandit run. We crashed the party of the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/06/wounded-warrior-illegal-race-review.html">Wounded Warrior</a> race and ran our 9 miles scheduled for marathon training.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three out of four of us were very hung over in this picture. It doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to figure out which one of us didn't party it up the night before. </span></td></tr>
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July was the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/07/too-hot-to-handle-15k-race-review.html">Too Hot to Handle 15K</a>. And dang if it wasn't hot.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We all about died 189 times, but the ice cold rags at the finish were nice.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>We didn't race in August. Losers. It was only 187 degrees. What was our problem? I really think it was the fact we were running 16 - 20 miles every freakin' weekend getting ready for Chicago! <br />
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September we did the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/09/whine-and-wine-wednesday_28.html">Heels, Hills and Him Half Marathon</a>.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hate when I look so much cuter than Randee on race day. This day she was in rare form and I about kicked her butt out of the car before we even parked. Lucky for her I found my inner happy place and put up with her for 13.1 miles.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then you know what happened in October? <br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We won the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/10/chicago-marathon-race-reviewmission.html">Chicago Marathon</a>. Well maybe not won...but close. We finished.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I loved the race. I loved the long weekend we spent there. I loved the company I went with. I just all around loved it. Heck, I even enjoyed Randee.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>In November Talia and I lost our damn minds and ran the Fort Worth Marathon 20 miler. Worst. Race. Ever. I disliked it so much I never even blogged about it or posted a picture. That says a lot.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was hot. We were sad. Our first race with just the two of us in over a year.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Talia and I ended the year with the <a href="http://www.bitchyrunners.com/2011/12/white-rock-marathonaka-hell.html">White Rock Marathon</a>. It's a close tie. I'm not sure if the 20 miler or this race was the worst. This was definitely the hardest mental race I've EVER done.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This race had it all. Rain. Freezing temps. 26.2 miles. What else could a girl ask for in a race to finish out such a fantastic year?</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">At least the medal is super awesome.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>WOW! Going down memory lane makes me want to sign up for a race! Nothing in January this year. Cowtown 10K in February will most likely be my first race. Randee still swears she is never running again. I must admit I feel a little sad to think our regular running adventures are coming to an end. We were an unlikely quartet, but dang if we didn't have fun when we were together.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Randee The Bitch. Photo greatness just pours from her palm tree hair. She may be small, but she is feisty as hell. No one has ever liked her the first time they met her, and she probably won't like you. If you work at Starbucks there is a 99% chance you will make her coffee wrong, and dang if you misspell her name on the cup you better run for cover.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I' m the organizer and planner of the group. Some might call me bossy, I call it helpful. I'm sweet as pie and have nothing but nice things to say about everyone all the time. Maybe not so much. If I like ya, then you're golden. If I don't, then just go away. There is a 100% chance you will know how I feel about you.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Thang Talia is the girly girl of the group. Full makeup and jewelry are required for all events, including marathons. A little gangster. A little couture. Very high maintenance. There is a 110% chance this girl will look good no matter what she is doing.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Little Brittany was the baby of the group. Always giggling. In the end faster than all of us. She is also the only one that ended the year much skinnier than when it started. Bitch. There is a 1% chance I will ever beat her at a race. I will have to hire someone to keep tripping her at every water stop so I can catch up.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brittany + Angie + Randee + Talia = One Hell of a Good Time!</span></td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-17571384501228751842012-01-06T08:42:00.000-06:002012-01-06T08:42:48.726-06:00In the beginning....P90X - Day 5 - Today we did legs and back. It had me sweatin' and cussin'. No pain no gain...right? My diet is going good. My energy level is up. My bowels are constipated. That's me in a nutshell. <br />
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Today is party 1 of .....The Bitchy Runners Blog Eulogy. Yes, I have made the decision to sign off on January 9, 2012. It has been one hell of a year. However, the time has come to move on. I'll still keep the facebook page for those of you interested in our P90X success and other workout adventures. I'll also continue to stock the blogs I love as time allows.<br />
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So, without further ado...<br />
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IN THE BEGINNING:<br />
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January 9, 2011 the Bitchy Runners Blog was created. Randee and I both were loving running, but found ourselves doing a lot of bitching as we pounded the pavement. We would document our journey to training for our first...and supposedly...only marathon. We were so naive and innocent. We never knew we would...<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Suffer constipation. Have to poop in the woods and wipe with leaves. Have to poop on the side of the road after a race and beg your running buddies to find napkins. Have to poop after the freaking marathon in a port-a-potty and rinse with a water bottle since all the toilet paper was long gone.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Grow to DREAD running. No more running. No more running. No more running. Ever. Again.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>But we also didn't realize....<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">What a great friendship we would build along the way. You REALLY get to know someone when you spend endless hours with just them and the pavement. We had days we wanted to punch each other in the face. We had days when we chatted nonstop. Randee was my cheerleader when needed. I told her to get her shit together and keep running when she needed it. I think we made a pretty damn good team.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We were loud. We were obnoxious. We were dedicated. We were THE BITCHY RUNNERS!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Ms. Thang - Damn you! I never could get an unattractive picture to put to good use on the blog. I love you and your obsession with boobs and Twilight. I also want your calf muscles. <br />
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Little Brittany - It was fun getting to know you as an adult. You've turned yourself into a damn good runner. Keep it up! And by the way, you're looking amazing!<br />
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Randee - RAN-Dee. What do I say to you? Thanks for all the photo greatness. For letting me do what I pleased with your face and your poop stories. For listening to my endless chatter and horrible iPod music. And for getting your shit together and finishing the damn Chicago Marathon!<br />
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Stay tuned tomorrow for THE BITCHY RUNNERS BLOG EULOGY - PART 2!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /> </a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-53895356712773480712012-01-05T09:03:00.001-06:002012-01-05T09:05:56.234-06:00Dang, We Look Good!P90X - Day 4. Today was Kenpo X. I really like this workout. It goes by super fast and works up a good sweat. I'm pretty sure after 90 days I will be able to kick Randee's ass.<br />
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I took pictures of myself in a bikini. Well, actually I made Doug take them. Front. Side. Back. Oh my, let's not talk about the backside. SCARY. Anyway, the pictures will only see the light of day if I have a freaking, 'make the preacher have naughty thoughts' body when this is all said and done. I'm sure hoping that happens!<br />
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My elimination diet is going well. The past two days I was insanely tired. I think it was a combination. New workout program. Getting used to early morning workouts again. Dang Texas seasonal allergies. Detox diet. And the always fun, that time of the month. All of those colliding was just a grand ol' time. However, I woke up this morning feeling much more like myself and with energy. Hopefully things only get better from here!<br />
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Saturday, Sunday and Monday I will post a bloggiversary year in review. It's going to be pretty much the best thing you have seen since Kirk Cameron was on Growing Pains.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh how I used to love me some Kirk!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> Anyway, for your viewing pleasure today I thought I would give you some of the most attractive pictures from the past year. I'm pretty sure that once everyone sees how good marathon training made Randee and me look they will be signing up for every 26.2 they can find. I mean really, it takes hard work to look this good.<br />
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I would have included Little Brittany and Miss Thang, but they just didn't look <strike>bad</strike> good enough! It takes a real woman to look that dang sexy. Good thing we are doing Kenpo X to learn to fight off all the men!<br />
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And for those of you who aren't convinced yet that marathon training is the best beauty secret ever. How about the fact that we both gained 10 pounds. If that doesn't make you lace up your shoes and start running I don't know what will!<br />
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Today also called for the Ab Ripper X. Another killer. Just image four girls grunting and bitching for 15 minutes. <br />
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</tbody></table><span style="color: #660000;">Apparently I will have before and after pictures that look like this in 90 days. I don't know if I'm more excited about those abs or the perky fake boobs.</span><br />
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We did take some BEFORE pictures, but I promised not to share them until we had a jaw dropping AFTER to put next to them! <br />
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When we finished we rewarded ourselves with Starbucks. It was my last VENTI NONFAT VANILLA LATTE for 90 days. Sad face.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheri is joining us for the 90 day challenge. She is super stoked about our 4:45am start time...starting tomorrow!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Julie says "hello." I had a zit the size of Ethiopia on my face I was hiding with my coffee.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I was WAY too lazy yesterday to get to the grocery store. I did that today after our workout. Therefore, the elimination diet starts tomorrow. My kitchen is now stocked with Rice Milk, Hemp Milk and Coconut Milk in regular, vanilla and chocolate. Surely I'll like one of those! The guy bagging my groceries at Tom Thumb asked me if I left anything for the other customers. I guess he thought I purchased more than I needed.<br />
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Now let's rewind to New Years Eve. We went over to Randee and Chad's house. We brought the kids and a trunk full of champagne.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why yes, I am 12 foot tall. By the way, I LOVE my hairdresser, but she cut my hair WAY too short this time! C'est la vie...it shall grow.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Princess Randee and Talia with her boob necklace.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The mini bitchy runners had fun getting to stay up late and celebrate the new year.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> Tomorrow is back to reality. Boo. Hiss. My lazy mornings are gone. My late nights are gone. My not having to herd the kids off to school is gone. 4:15am tomorrow my alarm will go off. Woe is me.<br />
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The only thing I've registered for race wise in 2012 is to volunteer for the Rock 'n' Roll Dallas half. I asked for the finish line. Let me know if you are running so I can look out for you, and maybe but your hard earned medal round your neck!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-69428727846877748332011-12-31T11:11:00.003-06:002011-12-31T11:19:48.762-06:00Living WellIt's the last day of 2011. Oh what a year it has been! No recap yet though. My Blogiversary is on January 9. I plan on doing a three day recap leading up to that date. I know you just peed your pants with anticipation.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Wednesday night we had a fun adult's night out for Mediterranean food and copious amounts of wine.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Thursday evening we took the kids to Holiday in the Park at Six Flags. The weather was great, but it was very crowded. We only rode a couple of rides, but it was still fun.</span></td></tr>
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Okay, so right before the marathon Randee went to a new chiropractor. She is more than just a chiropractor, she is all about total body wellness and living well.<br />
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One of the big parts of her practice is food allergy testing. It cost a butt ton of money, but it shows you all foods that your body is allergic or sensitive to. The theory is that years ago people ate with the seasons. Whatever was currently growing in the garden is what you ate, thus you were rotating your foods. Nowadays people eat the same foods, over and over again, causing them to develop allergies to those foods.<br />
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I have been gluten free for 1.5 years. I was having stomach pains and have a daughter with Celiac Disease. I did it as a 30 day trial, and felt so much better I never went back. Therefore, I really believe that diet changes can make you feel so much better!<br />
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Randee got her test results several weeks ago.<br />
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Randee was not real happy with her results. So she wadded up the paper and threw it in the trash.<br />
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I found this fascinating, so about a month ago I went in for my first visit. I had the allergy and hormone blood work done. I got my results yesterday. Here is my list of foods I'm allergic to:<br />
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<ul><li>Almond</li>
<li>Banana</li>
<li>Pinto Beans</li>
<li>Swiss Cheese</li>
<li>Corn</li>
<li>Egg White</li>
<li>Egg Yolk</li>
<li>Gluten</li>
<li>Cow's Milk</li>
<li>Peanut</li>
<li>Safflower</li>
<li>Sesame</li>
<li>Soybean</li>
<li>Tomato</li>
<li>Black Walnut</li>
<li>Wheat</li>
<li>Red Bean</li>
<li>Blackberry</li>
<li>Brazil Nut</li>
<li>Blue Cheese</li>
<li>Cherry</li>
<li>Chestnut</li>
<li>Duck</li>
<li>Kiwi</li>
<li>Goat's Milk</li>
<li>Millet</li>
<li>Oyster</li>
<li>Parsley</li>
<li>Red Pepper</li>
<li>Peppermint</li>
<li>Walleye Pike</li>
<li>Radish</li>
<li>Turnip</li>
<li>Whey</li>
<li>White Bean</li>
</ul><div>Quite the list don't you think?</div><div><br />
</div><div>The doctor gives you a 90 day "elimination diet." Basically, for 90 days you remove foods that are bad for you and those that you are allergic or sensitive to. You also drink detoxification shakes twice per day. You eat on a four day rotation plan. This means that you don't eat the same foods except every fourth day. This is supposed to mimic the eating by the seasons diet. By eating on the four day rotation plan you keep your body from developing sensitivities to foods. </div><div><br />
</div><div>After 90 days, we will reintroduce the foods I showed an allergy to one at at time. If I tolerate the food, it can then be added back into my diet.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I think I am going to give this diet a try. I ran two freaking marathons in two months. I trained for what seemed like forever. If I can do that, I can alter my diet for 90 days. It won't be easy, but neither is running a marathon. It will take sacrifice (like more cooking & taking away my favorite foods like cheese and hummus!), but so does training for a marathon. You are supposed to eliminate all alcohol and caffeine for 90 days. I'm not allergic to either. I'll drink them in moderation. I have too many social events coming up to agree to totally do away with both! </div><div><br />
</div><div>The hardest parts of this diet will be...</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Corn free means no tortilla chips!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Nut free eliminates a lot of the gluten free products I currently eat, like bread and crackers!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">Sesame free seemed like no big deal till I realized that meant no HUMMUS! </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>January 2nd is THE DAY. I'm starting 90 days of P90X and 90 days of the Elimination Diet. For those people I interact with on a daily basis, you might prepare yourself for at least a week or two of uber bitch. By week three I should be back to my normal mildly bitchy self. Who knows, maybe by 90 days I'll be a new woman and eliminate my bitchiness too!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Anyone ever done a diet like this? Anyone done 90 days of P90X?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Also, what are your New Years Eve plans? We're headed over to Randee's house for fun times. If I have any blog appropriate pictures I'll post them tomorrow! :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Happy New Year's Eve!</div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-75224662775536689992011-12-27T18:29:00.000-06:002011-12-27T18:29:30.081-06:00Not even Hal can make me do it.This morning we did not ONE, but TWO of Jillian Michael's 'Let me kill you' workouts. It was Level 1 and 2 from the "30 Day Shred."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">I was very serious and working hard.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">These two did nothing. Well, that's a lie. They bitched.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">In my mind I looked just as sexy and graceful as Jillian and her perfect body sidekicks. Surprisingly this photo proves otherwise.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Randee was off work today, so we got to go for coffee after our ass whippin'. Great way to start the day!<br />
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Look what I got for Christmas...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;">An autographed copy of Hal Higdon's Marathon Training Guide. <a href="http://www.tincantreader.com/">Alecia</a> got it for me. Apparently she thinks that this personalized message will make me run a marathon in 2012. So far it is not working!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>However we are gearing up to totally get kick butt bodies by doing P90X. Julie put this message on facebook today<br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Ladies looks like we are about to have some fun! Looking at the P90X schedule for the next 3 weeks is as follows:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Monday: Chest, Back, & Abs</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Tuesday: Phyometrics (AKA HARD CARDIO)</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Wednesday: Shoulders, Arms, & Abs </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Thursday: Yoga (90 min) </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Friday: Legs, Back, & Abs</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Saturday: Kempo X (AKA We might need a pogo stick and a chin up bar) </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Sunday: Rest or do the X stretch</span></span></i><br />
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Mercy me. This is going to hurt worse than the marathon! I haven't decided yet, but maybe we will do some before and after pictures. You always see those when people are doing P90X. I guess we could do weekly updates. Julie? Randee? Will y'all participate?<br />
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Alrighty, it's a girls sleepover at my house tonight. I need to pour myself some wine and mentally prepare for all the giggling that is about to take place.<br />
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Happy Tuesday!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-40217516715106317832011-12-26T13:26:00.000-06:002011-12-26T13:26:43.363-06:00Have you met my new fat rolls?I've started naming my new fat rolls. There's Nancy and Debbie and Pat. It seems like a new one arrives every day. They have about worn out their welcome, and it's time for their departure.<br />
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I guess Randee has a few unwanted guests as well. She sent me a text telling me she had ordered two new videos this morning. <br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Apparently Bob's Total Body Transformation will either make us look good or kill us.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And of course she had to order more Jillian. Randee loves Jillian so much she wants to have her babies. It's sick really.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>We are also supposed to start 90 days of P90X on January 2nd. The hard part at this point is getting motivated and back in the routine. It is super easy to become LAZY! I plan to get naked and look in the mirror today. I'll say a proper good bye to Nancy, Debbie and Pat. I'll remind myself that none of my clothes are fitting. I'll promise my body there are no marathons in 2012. It should be a grand time.<br />
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We had a very nice and relaxing Christmas. We have been eating and present opening since Thursday. I have no idea how my children will fit all their new loot into their rooms. Right now it's all still in the living room and they are playing together. It's quite lovely really. Later this afternoon the tree comes down, the toys get put away and reality returns! For now, we sip coffee and play.<br />
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I hope you and your family had a very Merry Christmas, filled with family, laughter and making memories. Oh yes and good wine! I feel very blessed to say mine was filled to the brim with all of these. <br />
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Our Christmas festivities....<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not sure this tasty gift from my son is gonna help with getting rid of those fat rolls!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love this awesome wine glass Alessandra gave me.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Look at that chair under Trent...there are two dogs and lots of tissue paper down there. Those pajama pants got quite the excited response.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drinkin' some tasty champagne at mom & dad's house. Cheers!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trent was lovin' his Uncle Brad and Aunt Alecia.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mamma got herself a brand new Moving Comfort sports bra. Fancy.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alecia at <a href="http://www.tincantreader.com/">Tin Can Treader </a>was lookin' mighty cute on Christmas Eve. It was kinda weird she brought her bedroom toys out to show the family.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I bet my granny is more stylin' then your granny!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wish I could say I won big during the traditional family poker game...but I was the first one out.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Twas the night before Christmas...</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wake up sleepy heads....it's Christmas morning!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trent was lovin' his laptop Santa left him.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Santa hooked Audrie up with lots of duct tape for her crafting pleasures!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTa1ghcZ9vk/TvjCKuiIcTI/AAAAAAAADSk/jRbsbZ68JGE/s1600/IMG_8337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTa1ghcZ9vk/TvjCKuiIcTI/AAAAAAAADSk/jRbsbZ68JGE/s320/IMG_8337.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We may never have to actually talk to each other again. With each family member having their own laptop we will just IM if we have something to say.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Doug and I looking all cute in our Christmas PJ's....did you notice my sock monkey slippers?</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another family gathering...more cousins and more presents!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My mom hooked me up with this awesome ornament.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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The video is my adorable niece and nephew signing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" with Trent and Audrie. It was for my stylin' grandma...who happens to have an iPhone and facebook account!<br />
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It has taken me about three hours to finally finish this post. It's now time to feed Nancy, Debbie and Pat. Eating healthy starts tomorrow...after I go to the grocery store!<br />
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What was your favorite memory from your holiday festivities?<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-45117006418877108002011-12-22T09:13:00.002-06:002011-12-22T14:11:05.020-06:002012 RacesI have been fighting a sinus infection since last Friday. Enough already! Today I got all excited because I found some old antibiotics in the cabinet. Hopefully, they will make me better and not kill me. They are not expired and I did read about them and learn they are for upper respirator infection and pneumonia. Dr. Angie thought that sounded just like what I needed. Why yes, I should have just gone to the doctor but....<br />
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Yesterday my daughter had a mean stomach bug. We went to her pediatrician in the morning to learn it was just a virus and to let it run its course. By 5pm she had vomited a zillion times and was screaming in pain from the cramps. The doctor suggested I take her to Urgent Care. So off we went. They gave her a small pill that dissolved under her tongue. Within ten minutes she was a new person. Cramps stopped. She was able to hold down a sip of liquid for the first time all day. We got to go home. She is fine this morning. Now why in the hell can't they give you those meds at the doctors office? The doctor at Urgent Care was FANTASTIC. He checked on Audrie multiple times and was very personable. He gave me a prescription of the meds to keep on hand. He called it the miracle drug, originally used for chemotherapy patients. It's good stuff!<br />
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Okay, yesterday Doug was having me check my calendar for dates he might have to travel. He kept asking me about races I had planned. Then I realized...I have no 2012 races actually planned! Today I have been trying to decide what I want to do. Below are a few I'm considering. I haven't hit "register" for anything yet.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Talia is wanting to do this race on February 11, because of the great swag. It's a bit pricy for a 5k, but you do get a jacket!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnMfuFTg-Ys/TvNF9aBb3hI/AAAAAAAADP4/b3e3lsXXqPg/s1600/2012CowtownMarathonLogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnMfuFTg-Ys/TvNF9aBb3hI/AAAAAAAADP4/b3e3lsXXqPg/s320/2012CowtownMarathonLogo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My brother has started running and wanted to do a 10K together. The Cowtown 10K on February 25, is my choice. I did great on this course last year, but I was 15 seconds over my goal. I need a rematch!</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My parents are doing this race on March 3. I will do this at whatever pace they are going. However, dad if you are reading this...I think at least a slow jog is in order!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XoL9YSg-yyc/TvNGtVIsUsI/AAAAAAAADQQ/fUcFTBfzOlo/s1600/BigDMarathon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XoL9YSg-yyc/TvNGtVIsUsI/AAAAAAAADQQ/fUcFTBfzOlo/s1600/BigDMarathon.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm only going to do one half marathon in 2012. I'm thinking about the Big D on April 15. I don't know much about it, so any input would be great!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqeuorzya7Y/TvNG8skoC_I/AAAAAAAADQc/IxIbQwqoDSA/s1600/warriordashlogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqeuorzya7Y/TvNG8skoC_I/AAAAAAAADQc/IxIbQwqoDSA/s320/warriordashlogo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">For fun's sake, I think I have to do the Warrior Dash on April 22. The most important decision will be what to wear! I really want to do a costume this year. I'm seriously considering my actual wedding dress. It's already ruined with champagne all down the front!</span></td></tr>
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My other decision to make is a race where I volunteer. I really want to work an aid station. I think I need to give back! Especially after those nice people helped me out in the freezing rain at the White Rock Marathon. I'm looking for suggestions here. I also hope the entire gang will join me to volunteer. We can make it fun. I would also like to drag my kids out.<br />
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Other ideas are:<br />
<ul><li> The Mom's Run - On Mother's Day weekend. It will be three years in a row for Trent and me.</li>
<li>I would like to do a Marathon Relay </li>
</ul>Do you have your 2012 planned out? How early do you register for races? <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-58209185197186234652011-12-20T11:18:00.000-06:002011-12-20T11:18:36.849-06:002012 GoalsI have been thinking about my goals for 2012. I was quite successful in 2011. Why was this? I gave myself attainable goals. I set goals that I had a strong desire to accomplish. I held myself accountable. I involved others. <br />
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I actually had not looked at my list since January 2011. I was kinda shocked to see I accomplished almost everything. I hope I will have the same results in 2012.<br />
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So without further ado, my 2012 goals.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">1. Focus on speed training and meet the following race distance PR's: </span><br />
<ul><li><span style="color: blue;">5K goal = 28 minutes</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">10K goal = 59 minutes</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue;">13.1 goal = 2:10</span></li>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And is it too much to ask to have nothing but attractive race photos in 2012?</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: blue;">2. </span><span style="color: blue;">Be able to do 20 "real" pushups at one time</span>.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Less hands on hips and more push up photos in 2012!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">3. Begin a regular yoga practice (at least 1-2 times per week)</span>.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully 2012 will be full of pictures of us in all kinds of pretzel positions.</span></td></tr>
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<br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">4. Excel at my new position. Success will be determined by meeting goals set in business plan.</span><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's hard to read, but that says: Success - Find the biggest ass and kiss it</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">5. Implement a budget and plan for being able to build a new house by 2014.</span><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can finally build my dream house. (This is a house in Park City, Utah we passed this summer. Quite...interesting...don't you think?)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">So there you have it. What do you think? Are they realistic? Too easy? </span><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-76969800090144433402011-12-19T21:03:00.000-06:002013-06-17T14:21:57.199-05:002011 Resolutions...How did I do?I found my 2011 New Years Resolutions. Let's see how I did!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">1. Run a half marathon in under 2:20.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Well I did this in March at the Rock 'n' Roll Dallas Half. My time was 2:16. </span></span></div>
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<tr style="color: #38761d;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's hard to have so many attractive race photos to choose from.</span></td></tr>
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2. Finish the Chicago Marathon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">I did do this, and LOVED every minute of it. I was slower than your granny, but my goal was to finish and finish I did!</span></span></div>
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<tr style="color: #38761d;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was a goal that took many months of sacrifice and dedication to accomplish. Very rewarding.</span></td></tr>
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3. Find my passion for teaching again or find a position in education that I love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Well, I did not necessarily find my passion for teaching, but I did find a position I love. It still involves education in the area of yearbooks. I'm going to consider this a success!</span></span></div>
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4. Work on home improvements as the budget allows & put together a list of long term goals for the house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Umm, I didn't do so well in this category. However, I did replace the shower heads and the hail storm got us a new roof. I guess that's a start in the right direction!</span></span></div>
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<tr style="color: #38761d;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My 'I just used this tool that I have no idea what it's called, but I replaced the shower heads and they work' photo.</span></td></tr>
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5. Get myself a sporty mom mobile that I love & look cute driving!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">I did get a new car, that is great for my new job. I'm pretty sure I look cute driving it. Not super sporty, but definitely a step up from the minivan! </span></span></div>
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<tr style="color: #38761d;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This car and me spend a lot of quality time together these days!</span></td></tr>
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6. 156 times!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">I'll have to check with the hubby on this one. I'm sure he will say I failed.</span></span></div>
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<tr style="color: #6aa84f;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Some things I just can't get into on this here blog! :)</span></span></td></tr>
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I guess now it's time to begin thinking about my goals for 2012. What's on your list?</span></div>
Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-38286265724039284702011-12-19T09:21:00.005-06:002011-12-19T09:26:12.139-06:00Who wears short shorts?I canceled on my workout buddies today. They got their sweat on. I got my sleep on. A win, win situation. I'm getting better, but still have some congestion in my chest. NyQuil and I have been the best of friends the past couple of nights.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">There was a lot of this going on over the weekend. Why yes, the tree does look like it's about the topple over.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Saturday I did get out of my monkey pajamas just long enough to make a run to Costco. I needed to load up the purple section of the wine cellar for the holidays.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I also picked up my new glasses. Don't mind my scary, medicated, half shut eyes.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sunday Randee and I did a little New Years Eve outfit shopping. She found these sequin short shorts and top. Sexy don't you think?</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The main question is this....<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why in the hell are these MC Hammer pants in all the stores? Does anyone look good in these? </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Friday night the boy child had his Christmas piano recital. I can't get the picture to load for some darn reason. So just close your eyes and imagine it....fourteen different kids playing Jingle Bells. <br />
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Now we are off to help my brother and his family move. They just moved back from North Carolina. So exciting! They've been gone for three years.<br />
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Have yourself a Merry little Monday. Less than a week till Christmas!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-28592959612152708472011-12-17T15:15:00.000-06:002011-12-17T15:15:06.119-06:00Nyquil take me awayIt's 3:00pm. I have moved from my cozy pajamas to my cozy robe after a long warm bath. Yesterday and last night I felt like poo. A large dose of NyQuil and I slept like a baby for 13 hours. I feel better today!<br />
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Yesterday morning we did Jillian Michael's Yoga Meltdown.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #990000;">Randee was singing "I'm Sexy and I know It".</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Julie was cussing us as she got into down dog.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can't remember what this position is called. I think my legs are supposed to be together. Who knows. It might not even be a yoga position.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Randee put Doug in charge of the champagne for New Years Eve. True story: right at 12:00am on 1/1/11, Doug dropped and broke his full champagne glass. Hopefully we won't have a repeat. Another true story: Randee is a clean freak. She had a mop bucket ready. Right at 12:01am on 1/1/11 Randee was mopping up the mess.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ready to celebrate!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now I'm off to possibly put on real clothes. I'm quite tempted to get back into my pajamas and take another dose of NyQuil. Decisions. Decisions.<br />
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Have a great Saturday! <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-72568566474273637232011-12-15T18:03:00.003-06:002011-12-16T07:23:24.291-06:00Northern Cali Trip RecapWe spent the week of Thanksgiving in Northern California. Kid free.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We flew into San Jose, CA and stayed with a friend for a few days.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We love Santa Cruz, and spent a day there pretending we were on the Titanic.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We met our friends Tom and Martha in San Francisco for our drive to Napa. Rainbow over the Golden Gate Bridge. Super.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our first night in Napa we had a 7 course meal at Morimoto. Holy crap! I've never been so full, but it was crazy good.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We did some wine blending at Joseph Phelps.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then we did a tasting at Caymus.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">They treated us like royalty at Beringer.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Doug had a tea party at the C.I.A.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We found the world's best coffee!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seriously heaven!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I helped make wine at Spottswoode.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We got the grand tour at Chateau Montelena.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just like the wine label.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I crapped my pants 100 times going up a mountain filled with blind corners. Finally we found the sign for Chappellet.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well worth the panic attack! We even got a barrel tasting.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Great Italian dinner and a little more wine sippin'.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A day trip over to Sonoma and this for breakfast.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNi1AzP8Yc4v9kwpQpHt3eRGcBLdyBE0XPWncl6pfJtUlJCE-NeQeX_O4vP2Fiz_LxYp5wuVGZz9wT6sd9QY9vUSbhKYPNcNBkdEfidpMgV6rITI8GIJI3Lxtk1Web29fEuEyd9QLUw/s1600/374960_10150483541623688_770573687_10663777_2004284091_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNi1AzP8Yc4v9kwpQpHt3eRGcBLdyBE0XPWncl6pfJtUlJCE-NeQeX_O4vP2Fiz_LxYp5wuVGZz9wT6sd9QY9vUSbhKYPNcNBkdEfidpMgV6rITI8GIJI3Lxtk1Web29fEuEyd9QLUw/s320/374960_10150483541623688_770573687_10663777_2004284091_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Williams Selyem was my favorite overall tasting.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOiHTRhW23uMrNg8tR8p43Kalc-4_aYn5Klg26nTfMZuGdgoQOo7Q55K11lufvzKMk4T9J6YpXw6Jjr1HAeo3Bqxh93H3b8FBMiipbENVg3mRQ7Taf4_7vTGo1MTTfRrUFfaU20I5_g/s1600/IMG_7777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOiHTRhW23uMrNg8tR8p43Kalc-4_aYn5Klg26nTfMZuGdgoQOo7Q55K11lufvzKMk4T9J6YpXw6Jjr1HAeo3Bqxh93H3b8FBMiipbENVg3mRQ7Taf4_7vTGo1MTTfRrUFfaU20I5_g/s320/IMG_7777.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"> Pax, the wine maker at Wind Gap, gave us an autographed magnum with strict instructions to consume at dinner that night. Yes sir.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Doug finally found a bottle big enough to make me happy.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;">The day we headed back to San Francisco was crazy foggy.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A quick walk through the bay area and the Christmas decorations.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then back to reality.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh Napa, you caused me to gain 10 pounds.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This bottle caught my attention and made me giggle.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The fall colors in the valley were gorgeous! I wasn't really expecting that.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And I found this poster in a store. The Sisterhood of W.I.N.E. Women In Need of Excitement. That just about says it all!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Napa was fantastic. We ate every meal like it was our last. We drank amazingly good wine everyday, all day. It was glorious. You only live once. Do it right!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-6017929752797232232011-12-14T17:15:00.000-06:002011-12-14T17:15:52.145-06:00Whine and Wine WednesdayToday was our first attempt at Zumba. If only I had a video. That is some crazy stuff.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">These people have rhythm.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I. Do. Not.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This was either me doing a Michael Jackson move or having a nervous breakdown from my white girl syndrome.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Julie was shakin' what here mama gave her, and giggling the entire time.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>And Randee....Lord help us. She had pole dancing flash backs and was grinding on the Christmas tree.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not sure those were Zumba moves, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. The Christmas tree, not so much.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><u><b>WHINE:</b></u><br />
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I don't feel very whiny today. Well, unless you want to bring up the subject of LAUNDRY. Oh how I loath laundry. I'm so far behind, as always. I'm considering relocating to a nudist colony. I'm sure the kids will adjust. Our Christmas cards might be a little disturbing, but dang if the laundry wouldn't be done!<br />
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Oh yes, and my inner thighs are SO SORE! Jillian sure knows how to put a hurtin' on a girl.<br />
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<u><b>WINE:</b></u><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think I'll pour myself a glass of this tonight. It arrived straight from Italy, and taste oh so good!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I realized I never wrote about my Napa trip over Thanksgiving. Perhaps I'll do a quick recap tomorrow for those of you interested in seeing how much food and wine you can consume in seven days. Just know, the price is 10 pounds!<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The girl child is making cupcakes for her holiday party at school tomorrow. It's her passion. Works out great for me. She even cleans up the mess. Awesome!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">What's your whine and wine for the week?</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-21859069181364052722011-12-12T21:36:00.003-06:002011-12-12T21:41:30.934-06:00Come on baby make it hurt so goodI'll keep this short and sweet. We worked out today at 4:45am. The first time since the marathon. We had a new friend join us. Jillian Michaels made us cry. Now it hurts to sit on the toilet. Tomorrow we rest. Wednesday we Zumba.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meet Julie. She may never speak to us again.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nice to know Randee is sexy as ever.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">You sure as heck would never know I've ran two marathons in two months by the size of my legs. Mercy me.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Operation Fat Ass to Phat Ass is officially underway. Hey, I know the name is goofy. No one gave me a better solution and I'm too lazy to come up with anything else! <br />
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Oh yes, and this was the hubby and me looking all cute at the work Christmas party this past weekend. Good times.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-74118858510628865722011-12-10T10:36:00.001-06:002011-12-10T10:43:59.857-06:00The PLAN!We have a plan! Randee and I have been L-A-Z-Y since Chicago. Well, I've been lazy with a 20 mile run and a marathon thrown in for good measure. Randee's just been lazy! (love ya Randee!)<br />
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We have had two months to miss our daily workouts, and on Monday morning we are back at it! Not marathon training, but working out. 2012 will be the year for OPERATION BIKINI BODY. We really need a more creative name. You got any suggestions?<br />
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Fat Ass to Phat Ass?<br />
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Anywho, for the rest of the year we are going to work out just three days a week at 4:45am (versus 5). We will do the Jillian Michael's DVD's and some short runs. On Saturday morning we will do our Fort Worth 3 mile loop or a yoga class (alternating between the two).<br />
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To jump start 2012, on January 2nd we are going to go for 90 days of P90X.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lord help us not to die!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>We will sign up for a few FUN races in 2012. No more than 10K for Randee, and no more than a 15K for me. I don't have any races planned for January, but there are a couple in February that have my interest!<br />
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I was looking back at when we started this blog. January 9, 2011. It's getting close to one year. I will do a full year recap closer to that date. Just know that this blog has caused me to lose friends, helped me to make new friends, kept me accountable, helped me laugh at myself and my running buddies and hopefully motivated at least one person to get movin'! I've considered stopping the blog. I've gone a month without posting. However, I think it's here to stay. It provides me an outlet for my thoughts, no matter how juvenile they may be! My husband says running has turned me into a 13 year old boy. Perhaps. It's also a great way to look back at my marathon journey. And the journey is really what life is all about! Life is what you make of it. If you want to sit at home out of shape, feeling sorry for yourself and lonely, so be it. It's your life. You are the one who controls where life will take you. Not those around you. Quit blaming others and take control of YOUR LIFE.<br />
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Not sure where that rant came from, but I'm over it now!<br />
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So stick around. The next year will include: <br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A little of this.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And this...</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">...and this.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lots of this.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And hopefully these two will come along for the ride.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So what is your suggestion for the name of our 2012 workout plan?</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-46484300107311734952011-12-07T19:13:00.000-06:002011-12-07T19:13:04.521-06:00Whine and Wine WednesdayNo your eyes are not failing you. I really am posting twice in one week! <br />
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WHINE:<br />
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Well, I'm still whining about that marathon on Sunday! I just went to take a look at the race photos. I knew they would have to be spectacular with the rain, wind and freezing temps. You know what happens when 25,000 people are wearing ponchos? No one's race bib is showing. Therefore, EVERYONE is in lost and found. You have to really want to see how sad you look to find your race pics! <br />
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Luckily I'm very vein, and I don't give up easily. Pics were found, but really we would all be better off if they would have stayed lost!<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, I guess Talia and I stayed together longer than I realized. This is mile 8. Why yes, I have morphed into a heavy set man since I last posted.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is my counting 1 to 100 at mile 19.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have to admit the final miles are on a downgrade and a very long, straight road. I'm pretty sure those boys behind me are walking slower than my granny. I'm barely in front of them and it felt like I was really runnin'. Dang my lack of training and wine consumption.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've never been happier to see a finish line!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I can finally walk somewhat normal today. My right knee and ankle were really swollen after this race. Actually, on Monday both of my legs from the knee down to my toes were crazy swollen. I was a little concerned, but all is getting better.<br />
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A couple of stories I forgot to put into the race report.<br />
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At some point around mile 10 police were working an intersection where the cross street was not shut down. They were letting a car or two pass when there was a break between runners. Just before I crossed a car went when they were not supposed to. The first male police officer jumps up and karate kicks the car's passenger door. The other female police officer screams "dumb ass" at the driver. I gasped, and then giggled. Some drama to distract me from my agony!<br />
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The other funny thing was around mile 18 I sent this picture to Doug, Cheri, Alecia and a few other people in a group text. It then began to rain again so I quickly put my phone away and carried on. Somehow my bouncing sent multiple gibberish text to individual people from my group message. Apparently it went on for quite a while. Just my way of letting them know I was alive.<br />
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WINE:<br />
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Well, I had some last night. It was Italian. It was tasty. I think tonight my wine of choice will be NyQuil. I have a little tickle in my throat and want to make sure I don't get sick! We have Doug's formal Christmas party this weekend. I surely don't want to miss that!<br />
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So tell me, what have you had to whine about lately? How about wine? Have you had anything good?<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-30791857932699499712011-12-05T15:53:00.000-06:002011-12-05T15:53:30.056-06:00White Rock Marathon...aka HELL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Holy crap. It's been forever.<br />
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Five second catchup.<br />
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My last workout of any kind before yesterday was three weeks ago. Talia and I ran the Fort Worth Marathon 20 miler. It sucked so horribly bad. Hot. Boring. Lonely.<br />
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The three weeks prior to the race consisted of a lot of sitting on my butt. Drinking a lot of wine. Eating a lot of food. A spectacular trip to Northern California. Lots of greatness, just not necessarily marathon training greatness.<br />
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Fast forward to yesterday. Talia and I registered for the White Rock Marathon while still on our Chicago marathon high. That high was loooong gone.<br />
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We have been in a severe drought for months. That is until this weekend. The monsoons arrived. We almost had to take an ark to the race. Instead we took the train.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A little lonely without our other bitches, and questioning our own sanity.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The high temp for yesterday was 42ish. The low was in the 30's. The wind was windy. The rain was constant. Well that's a lie.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It wasn't raining as we stood in the line for the start of the race. It began about 21 seconds after we crossed the start mat.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We accessorized nicely with these lovely trash bags. Talia wore hers for half the dang race. I ditched mine pretty early on.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was go time. I was still in denial about what was about to go down.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>About 25,000 people were expected. 6000 marathoners, 13,000 half marathoners and the rest were doing the marathon relay. I think about 4500 ended up finishing the marathon. I think the other 1500 were carried away with hypothermia. It was seriously miserable!<br />
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Talia and I hung out together for the first 6 or 7 miles. I forgot my Garmin. I had no music. The mile signs were either non existing or destroyed due to the weather. I saw mile marker one and the next one I noticed was nine. I was truly running blindly.<br />
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Talia kept trying to stay with me. I finally told her I was going to kick her ass if I found her waiting on me one more time. I knew I was going to suck butt and did not want to drag her down with me!<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The rain went to a drizzle for about 30 seconds around mile 18. Just long enough for me to take this spectacular picture and text to a few people to let them know I was still alive.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Around mile 10 I thought about walking. I knew if I did I would never finish. And by walking I mean constantly. I did walk through every water stop, but ran everything else. I counted my left foot strikes from 1 to 100. I tried to go to 101, 102, but decided that was way to difficult. So, for 16 miles I just kept counting 1 to 100. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Somehow it worked.<br />
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Holy crap. And then a freaking angel fell out of the sky!<br />
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With about .5 miles to go Randee comes out of no where to run me in. What a surprise and just about the greatest thing anyone could have ever done! She did the same for Talia. She went from Uber Bitch to Angel instantly!<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hardest earned medal EVER!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The race organizers did a great job. The volunteers who stood in the cold for hours for the hydration stations were beyond amazing, and have much bigger hearts than I do! The fans who came out were such a nice distraction.<br />
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It was definitely a day to remember and a day to find out what you're really made of! My time was a tad faster than Chicago, but still not what I was hoping for. I'm sure I'll give the marathon a go again...but not for a good long while!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-6550109133558606362011-11-02T08:58:00.002-05:002011-11-02T20:43:13.984-05:00Whine and Wine WednesdayIt's Wednesday, therefore I get to whine!<br />
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<u><b>WHINE:</b></u><br />
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I really don't have much. Just can't believe it's already November. I'm going to boot camp three mornings a week. It's kicking my butt. Lunges. Pushups. Toy Soldiers. Burpies. Jump Rope. There are many forms of torture. This week my soreness is gone and I'm already seeing improvement. Yippee!<br />
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Let me toot my own horn (TWSS). I was the best today at the heisman exercise. Finally something I can do! Whoot!<br />
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The ginormous bucket of candy at our house has got to go. The kids brought home a butt ton of candy from trick or treating.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zombies were all the rage at our house. It was the first year I let the kids have scary costumes. Such a mother milestone.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm such a proud zombi momma.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #990000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Doug played the electric guitar, with the amp blaring for all the neighborhood. Kids couldn't decide if they thought he was real or fake. He did jump at a couple of bigger kids and got some screams.</span></td></tr>
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Later in the evening Doug matured, and moved on to the fart machine. It's remote control. He got some good giggles. I'm pretty sure I'm married to a 13 year old.<br />
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Many people gripe about the older kids, not really dressed up coming around for candy. I'm okay with this. What I don't like are the van loads of families that come into the hood. Then each kid has two bags. This one is for me, and this one is for my cousin. WTH? Your cousin can do their own dang trick or treating. And how is it that all 10 of you hoodlums have a cousin who needed you to get their candy? Makes me want to slap some kids....or really their momma.<br />
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<u><b>WINE:</b></u><br />
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I'm gonna have some wine tonight. Not sure what I'll sip on. Did I tell you that I've got a Napa, California trip coming up soon? Exciting! There is sure to be LOTS of wineing going on.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's official. I miss my bitchy friend. I don't think I've gone this long without seeing her in over a year! We do have a happy hour planned for Friday night. I can't wait! I need all the scoop about when she is going to be sweating with me again. This blog has gone all to hell without her to provide me with inappropriate photos and daily bitch sessions.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now go buy yourself a tasty bottle of wine and get ready to pour a glass or four this evening. Yes this evening. No drinking before <strike>6:00pm</strike> 12:00pm. That would just be rediculous!<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">Happy Whining and Wineing!</span></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-92080644813281433682011-10-30T11:10:00.001-05:002011-10-30T11:13:09.949-05:00How's a girl to choose with so many choices?Yesterday we did 10 miles in our abbreviated return to marathon training. It wasn't horrible. We did all question our sanity and need to run another marathon so soon. Is there a 12 step program for running addiction?<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We missed our bitchy friend. We left a spot in our pre-race self portrait in her memory.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span id="goog_1919987663"></span><span id="goog_1919987664"></span><span id="goog_1919987665"></span><span id="goog_1919987666"></span><span id="goog_1919987667"></span><span id="goog_1919987668"></span>I'm pretty sure Randee was not missing us.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm exfoliating. What the hell does it look like I'm doing?</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Yesterday we discussed our WHAT'S NEXT plans. That being, what's next after the White Rock Marathon of course. We would like to do another destination race at some point. I looked over all the fabulous race suggestions you guys provided. Such a hard decision!<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Austin Half Marathon, held in February. The 2012 race is too soon, but I would say this is definitely a possibility for 2013!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;">The Chicago Half Marathon is in September. I love Chicago and I like this medal. However, I think we need to choose another city since we just did Chicago.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Disney Wine and Dine is in early October. I love the idea of this race, but I would feel entirely too guilty going to Disney without the kids.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Fifth Third River Bank Run is held in Grand Rapids, Michigan in May. It's a 25K. It looks interesting, but not at the top of my list.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3EVKKDHe1u-BcWGklJokqUq_F0R0ACuKIlCPnekeV5b90z5F7MtprumKUcx7flrc0pQxTLA09LNtmqgx-beI1z9jT-nSLvnlYG8zf2KlhVraKIyPIWsepfzaGk8ZEpd4cl6PpEurFnc/s1600/indianaplis+500+mini+marathon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3EVKKDHe1u-BcWGklJokqUq_F0R0ACuKIlCPnekeV5b90z5F7MtprumKUcx7flrc0pQxTLA09LNtmqgx-beI1z9jT-nSLvnlYG8zf2KlhVraKIyPIWsepfzaGk8ZEpd4cl6PpEurFnc/s320/indianaplis+500+mini+marathon.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Indianapolis 500 Mini Marathon is in May. I'm very indifferent about this race. I frequent Indianapolis for work. Therefore, I'm not super excited to return there for a vacation.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wfKFkE-Sdk81BWKo5vOzL6ZTmW5WIA56aeBUx9HTXS8CKW09-RC3wrs5V3IleexiT51gpKev_d0dNtCUcO1MxEMcHg5ZbosM2kROcMX5aYegDZXY2b_VNIuu7zC3w3bvJe9geHFXDGM/s1600/RNR+San+Diego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wfKFkE-Sdk81BWKo5vOzL6ZTmW5WIA56aeBUx9HTXS8CKW09-RC3wrs5V3IleexiT51gpKev_d0dNtCUcO1MxEMcHg5ZbosM2kROcMX5aYegDZXY2b_VNIuu7zC3w3bvJe9geHFXDGM/s320/RNR+San+Diego.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon is held in June. This race interest me, however June 2012 is not an option due to my already booked calendar!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rock 'n' Roll Seattle Marathon and Half Marathon appears to be the happening race this June. I think there is even a chance my brother and sister-in-law are doing the race. I'm not sure I can fit it in, but the half marathon is on my radar. </span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Rock The Parkway Half Marathon is held in Kansas City in April. This is another one of those locations that I visit for work, and don't have a lot of motivation to return for pleasure.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Route 66 Marathon is in Tulsa in November. There is very little to look at in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and this would require marathon training through yet another hot Texas summer. Slim chance on this race.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Shamrock Marathon is held in March in Virginia Beach. 2012 is a not an option, but this race looks fun. I'm going to keep this as an options for down the road.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Six Tunnels to Hoover Dam Half Marathon is in March. For some reason this race really intrigues me. It's a no go in 2012, but I'm going to research this course further. </span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Vermont City Marathon is held at the end of May. That's a nearly impossible time for me due to the end of the school year.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Surf City Marathon is held in Huntington Beach, CA in February. This race REALLY gets my attention. I love that you run by the water. February is a nice time of year. It would have to be 2013, but this race is very high up on my list!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Races that were not mentioned, but that seem amazing to me are:<br />
<ul><li>New York City ....marathon or a half marathon as long as it gives a great tour of the city!</li>
<li>Nike Woman's Half...I'm not sure I'd survive the hills, but this seems like such a fun race!</li>
<li>Las Vegas Half....the strip at night, that view's got to be amazing!</li>
</ul> Alright, I need your thoughts and links to your race reviews if you've got em'.<br />
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<i>On a side note, during the writing of this post I found my daughter decorating the bathroom counter....with cake decorating tips and bags...and ketchup. What the heck? She is now scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen.</i><br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Audrie and me at her school's fall festival yesterday.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trent loves to take pictures with his momma.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;">Have a super Sunday!</span></div><br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-21559651516166992942011-10-28T17:10:00.000-05:002011-10-28T17:10:11.542-05:00They call me GraceHappy Friday to ya!<br />
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I had plans to go to boot camp this morning, but the dang Rangers kept me up way past my bedtime. So, I slept in and blamed it on my 10 miles on the books for tomorrow.<br />
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Tomorrow will be my first long run without Randee in many moons. I'm a bit verklempt.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe I'll just strap her in a baby bjorn and run with her.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I'm pretty sure I'm going to look nine kinds of crazy bitching out loud to myself for ten miles. <br />
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Yesterday I was going to make chicken soup.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Note to self: Don't forget you're boiling chicken.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today I was visiting schools. I was getting out of my car, looking all cute and self confident.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then I fell on my face. I'm the epitome of graceful.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I brushed myself off and continued on, just like nothing had happened.<br />
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My only other life changing wisdom today is this facebook post I stole from a friend.<br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Us women will never be satisfied. Unless of course, you have a chocolate penis that shoots out money!!!</span></span></i></h6> Seriously, has another women ever spoken truer words?<br />
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Alright, now go drink yourself silly and enjoy your Friday night! Oh yes, and <span style="color: #cc0000;">GO RANGERS!</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-88094461908736029612011-10-27T09:36:00.001-05:002011-10-27T09:38:18.337-05:00Don't be afraid to be you!Happy Thursday morning!<br />
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I'm sitting in the waiting room while my son does his physical therapy on the leg he broke.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully they have free wifi!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>It is 60 degrees this morning, but it's supposed to get into the 40's and start raining as the day goes on.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Since I'm not seeing clients today, I decided it was a hat, leggings, over-sized flannel shirt and boots kinda day. Probably looking a little ridiculous, but super comfy!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The kids have crazy day at school.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trent's super excited. Can't you tell?</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Audrie worked hard to find the perfect crazy day outfit.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Random question of the day:<br />
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What personality type makes your blood boil? I have come to realize recently there is one type that always gets to me. I can be bit feisty, but I can deal with most people and have a very eclectic group of friends.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not a fan of the know it all, or the person who likes to start fights for fun, or the person with no balls to stand up for themselves. Crap, I guess that's three personality types that I don't like. I'm a horrible person.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's probably not a good thing, but I'm a person who can't hide my dislike of someone. It seems a waste of my breath to talk to someone who does not bring joy into my life. </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table> Life is short. Live it. Enjoy it. Surround yourself with people who make you happy. Don't waste your time on losers and assholes. Speak your mind. Be yourself. Be different. BE YOU!<br />
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Not sure what that tangent was about, but that's my sermon for this Thursday!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Have a super, fantastic day!</span></span></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-25134613049872307242011-10-26T19:04:00.003-05:002011-10-26T21:39:49.852-05:00Whine and Wine WednesdayYou didn't think I would miss two weeks in a row did you?<br />
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Life has been CRAZY! Last week was six nights in Indianapolis for work training. Sun up to sun down I tell ya. There was definitely some wine consumption in the sun down part, but all part of a hard day's work!<br />
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<u><b>WHINE:</b></u><br />
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I miss my bitchy friend!<br />
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Quick update on the ol' bitch:<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It seems her vagina fell off at mile 18 of the marathon. If you're in Chicago and happen to find it, please mail it back.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>No seriously, she is having lots of issues with her back. Apparently all that bitchin' she did was for good reason. She has been given a strict 'no workouts until further notice' lecture from her doctor. Whatever is going on is like a bone spur on her spine or some shit. Sounds painful. Even worse, she's never going to run over six miles again in her life. Sad face.<br />
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Quick update on the other ol' bitch:<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've signed up for the White Rock Marathon on December 4. It seemed like a much better idea about two weeks ago. Now I'm wondering what in the hell I was thinking.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>I joined boot camp this week. I have gone many times before. The first time was in 2006. I went from a size 12 to a size 6 in twelve weeks. It kicks your ass. It hurts to sit on the toilet and to put on my bra. Basically, in two workouts I have worked 1,000,000 muscles that I forgot I had. I have discovered that my lack of cross training the past few months has not been good on my arms. I practically fall on my face with each attempt at a push up. The REALLY sad part is that I used to be the push up master. True story: When drinking I used to be known to challenge men to push up contest ON.THE.BAR. I need that badass to return. I will do my long runs on the weekend with Little Brittany and Talia. We will miss Randee's shinning personality and big boobs very much. (tear) <br />
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In other news....<br />
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My husband has made national news. Well, at least a butt ton of sports blogs.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you haven't heard, the World Series is going on. The TEXAS Rangers were playing in Arlington last Saturday night. My crazy ass husband wore his NEW YORK Rangers hockey jersey to the game. It got his pretty little face on the TV, and I saw it live. I was screaming from the couch I was so excited. Little did I know that many people around the US would see his cuteness and rewind their DVR and take a picture.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Apparently it's weird to wear a hockey jersey to a baseball game. Who knew? Anyway, here are links to several of the blogs that have already featured him. Man, if only he would have had a Bitchy Runners shirt on....oh the possibilities!<br />
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href="http://www.mobypicture.com/user/KeithOlbermann/view/11028259" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.mobypicture.com/use<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>r/KeithOlbermann/view/11028259</a></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><a href="http://blogs.thescore.com/mlb/2011/10/23/the-king-atop-his-throne-pujols-powers-cards-past-rangers/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://blogs.thescore.com/mlb/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>2011/10/23/the-king-atop-his-t<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>hrone-pujols-powers-cards-past<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>-rangers/</a></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/baseball/comments/lm13s/new_york_rangers_fan_at_world_series_is_extremely/" rel="nofollow 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data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"> http://blogs.thescore.com/nhl/2011/10/26/meet-the-fan-who-accidentally-wore-a-new-york-rangers-jersey-to-a-texas-rangers-game/</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"><br />
http://thenhlarena.com/topic/260610-rangers-fan/</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><u><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">WINE:</span></span></b></u></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">I'm having a glass of Secreto Malbec.</span></span></h6><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't hate me because I look so darn sexy after a long day of work.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Now go pour yourself a glass (or three) of some good wine (none of that nasty crap) and sit back and read about what an idiot half the world thinks my husband is.</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Happy WHINING and WINEING!</span></span></h6><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/88/8563EF51582EDD104F7CC6C28D02CCB3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a>Randee and Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08518283389178715696noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743741865515468837.post-17504244118063231652011-10-16T10:30:00.000-05:002011-10-16T10:30:35.871-05:00No time to blog, but....I leave for Indianapolis in 4 hours. I have to finish packing. My house is a mess. I have laundry to do. I need to go buy groceries for the family. I haven't even finished arranging after school transportation for the kids next week. Perhaps I should stop blogging and get busy!<br />
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Yesterday we had a family day at Six Flags.<br />
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was HOT yesterday. Everyone but me was super excited about getting soaking wet.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We rode a few coasters, but it was crowded & some rides had 2+ hour waits. No bueno!</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The girl child.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have no idea why I thought having my large ass in the air was a good idea.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;">I made a friend. </span></span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">He wasn't sure what to do with my mad self portrait skills.</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="color: #660000;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And ladies (and Brian), this hunk-a, hunk-a burning love is all mine. Hands off!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now I'm off to get ready to fly off in a jet plane. My burning question is this.<br />
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</span></div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">What destination race should I consider for 2012. I'm open to a half or full marathon. I think I prefer a winter or spring event, but will look at all options. Give me your suggestions so I can research! Of course, if you are going to be there that could help persuade me!</span><br />
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