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It's the beginning of my work week, so things could be spotty up in here. Fantastic husband took the kids to daycare early, so I slept in until almost eight o'clock. Eight o'clock. I don't know who's life I stumbled into, but it's pretty rad.

So I woke up in a leisurely way, made myself a bowl of oats and almond butter, and got ready to go to the gym.

With a little protein powder.

Now, I've noted before that oatmeal prior to a hard workout leaves me hungry and a little light headed.  I thought adding protein powder might help, but I was wrong. Pretty wrong, actually.  I didn't look at the WOD before I went today, so I didn't notice it was a 20 minute AMRAP. That's a long ass time. The skill work was handstands and L-hangs, so I was already a little lightheaded (from the upside down of it all) before we started the real fun. About 13 minutes into the workout I started getting the cold sweats which precedes the passing out.  I kept moving and drank water, and I finished...but had I eaten smarter I could've gone a lot harder. Stupid oats. Lesson learned...look at the WOD and don't eat oats before CrossFit. Afterwards I wanted to EAT ALL THE THINGS! but first I had to run an errand. Then I came home and had a big fat pile of eggs with a little cheese, also some cajun spice, avocado, and a great big fucking delightful grapefruit.  

Mmmmm....lunch.

Since I have to work tonight, I decided to take the dog out for 3 miles in an effort to get her to sleep a little this afternoon. It worked pretty well.  I kicked back in the chair, she mashed herself in next to me, and we had a nice snooze. 

Kindly ignore my big meaty leg.

I did get a couple of hours of serious sleep before getting up to food prep prior to picking up the spawn. I made Southwest Turkey Burgers and packaged them up with broccoli and sweet potato for the week. I ate one for dinner and the kids opted to clean up some leftovers. I added a little salsa and avocado (because I bought a big bag of those bitches and they are all coming ripe at once). I gave the kids some broccoli and the boys actually ate it without complaint (L always eats it)? You know why? I told them it was Coach Grant's favorite vegetable. I'm going to start using that for everything. 

This was a lot of food.

I was a lot of hungry.

So now I'm just kicked back watching Jeopardy. I love Jeopardy. I feel as though that doesn't make me old. Loving Wheel of Fortune makes a person old. I'll watch it, but I don't love it. It's a fine line, but a line nonetheless. 

I did do a bit of laundry today, likely more tomorrow. My problem is I don't like to put laundry away, and then I get pissy because I can't find my favorite clothes. I declare tomorrow "Put Your Goddamn Laundry Away" day. Maybe if I'm feeling motivated I'll go to the gym for an evening workout. We shall see, we shall see. 

Yawn. 

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So I didn't blog yesterday.  Oops.  I didn't get home until after 10pm and that's way past my bedtime. I tried out the 12:30 WOD, and I met some new people. It was a full day. Here's a bunch of pictures of shit I ate over the last 2 days in no particular order.

Ok, so the computer actually assigned them the appropriate order.

Oats and shit.

Another fucking delightful grapefruit.

P&C giggle factory had their 5 year well child check-ups and Kindergarten immunizations (OMG they'll be in all day Kindergarten this year. I'm so excited I could squeal.  Oh fuck it. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!) The pediatrician checked them over, declared them ridiculously healthy, then got their shots, and we placated them with dessert. We are great parents. They wore the same shirt "so everyone will know that we're twins". When the ped asked them who was older, they both responded "Ummm, we are the same age because we are twins." I thought that was pretty hilarious. They remain exactly an inch apart in height. They were exactly an inch apart at birth and have been at every single appointment since then. And the ped always remarks on it. When they are 6'4" and 6'3" people will still be remarking on it.

We got done at the doc and dropped the boys off at 4K just in time, then jetted home so fantastic husband could go pick up some OT and I could mash some food into my face before heading out for CF. Can you tell I got a good deal on salmon at Costco? I've been eating it like fucking crazy.

Also a tater. No time to steam veggies.

After the WOD I put down some glutamine and protein powder.  I've been using these Advocare shakes. I don't use them as meal replacement, but I do use them in place of other protein powders when I make smoothies or as a between workout snack. It's probably the tastiest protein I've used. I've tried a bunch of different brands and they are mostly yucky. Metallic, artificial, bitter...this one is good.  I mix it with unsweetened vanilla almond milk instead of water and it hits the spot.

Sorta shake-y. Pricy, but I feel worth it.

I got home in time to walk the dogger for 3 miles before picking up the smalls from school. After school they get a snack so I had one, too.

Do you want to touch the Mango?

Fantastic husband wanted to go to rugby practice, so I pulled out a freezer meal from Sunday's workshop and made skillet jambalaya. The kids were not down. I thought it was good.

So colorful!

I had a glass of wine at a trunk show later that evening. No picture. Use your imagination. I know you lushes can picture a glass of wine.

Today I had planned to get up for the #fiveonefive but when I woke up my triceps and shoulders felt...bruised. I don't have another word for it. So I made the decision to rest today. I'll be hitting the 9:15 tomorrow. I'm back in the salt mine tomorrow night, so if I get my errands and my workout squared away in the morning I can nap in the afternoon.  I made a smoothie this morning and I forgot to add the banana. It was still good.

Strawberry.

I went to a CE seminar on Spices as Medicine. It was fairly interesting. I wish it had been more specifically targeted to pharmacists, but it was open to all disciplines and even to the community. There were lots of interesting references on spices for inflammation of all types, and since inflammation is the source and trigger of all maladies (at least this month) it was useful in at least a cursory way. I got 6 CE credits for it, which will count for my RPh and my CNSC.  The woman behind me was an absolute idiot, so I got to listen to her gasp and say "Really?!?" quite a bit.  She also indicated to the woman sitting next to her that she would like to pet a lion's mane. I think the zoo should let her. Survival of the fittest and shit.

Lunch.

Got done a little early so I was able to go with fantastic husband to drop off the spawn at CrossFit Kids. While they played, we went for a 2ish mile walk. It was a nice day, so we made the most of it and got a little alone time and some fresh air.  

Pre-walk snack.

We still have a fair amount of leftovers in the fridge so we cleaned those up.  I had salmon (go figure) and asparagus.  You'll see this one more time as I made 5 pieces and husband doesn't eat fish. 

It's so good, though.

People often ask of fish dishes "does it taste fishy?".  I have no idea how to respond to this. It's fish...so...yes? It tastes like fish...does that make it fishy? I mean it's not going to taste like steak or elk or marshmallows or something. 

I was in the mood for something sweet so finished with some grapes.

Crunchy.

Tonight it's spawn washing, then tax filing. I can't believe we waited so long this year. Usually we do this shit in January.  Oh well, better late than never.  Hopefully we'll get some decent money back. Maybe I can sweet talk fantastic husband into letting me put some of it on my student loans.  

I need to do laundry.

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I woke up today already anxious about stupid 15.5. It is fantastic husband's workday, so I got the kids up and dressed and made breakfast for the little demons.  "Why do we have to get dreeeessssssed?" "Why do we have to have eeeeeegggggsssss?"

I made myself a smoothie. Nothing fancy. Almond milk, frozen strawberries, protein powder and a little vanilla.  Shakey.

It made 2 glasses. I drank them both.

After breakfast it was time to walk the girl child to school and the testosto-spawn to daycare so I could go flog myself in the gym without little people underfoot.  It was a relatively nice morning, so I took the long way home from daycare while I talked myself down off a ledge. When I got home I powered down some water and decided I should probably put some substantial calories in my guts before attempting this workout. I have a tendency to brown out if I don't eat before I workout and this WOD has no timecap so if I passed out before I finished I got a bit fat zero.  Leftover crockpot chicken, broccoli, and half a sweet potato.

Second breakfast.

So I went in and warmed up and had a small panic attack.  The workout itself sucked balls. I did it, I finished, and I beat my goal time by a wide margin (I wanted under 30 minutes, I finished in 23:33). I am not fast, I'm probably one of the slowest in the world (again), but I finished. I was questioning my life choices, however. I also totally cried.  It didn't happen until I was laying on the ground taking great heaving breaths afterward, but I totally did.  I could feel it coming and I couldn't stop it.  My WOD partner (Amanda Zeamer) said "She never cries." My fucking coach replied "Really? She cries every year during the Open." Which is true, but I don't need it pointed out. This was the only time I cried this year. Last year I cried like 3 times, on one occasion through an entire workout.  So the Open is in the books and I didn't die.

After the WOD I tried glutamine powder for the first time. It tastes like burning. If I'm going to use it in the future I need to mix it with something other than water.  Yucky.

So I hung around for a bit and then headed over to Jenstar for lunch hour yoga. I stopped at Starbucks and treated myself to a $1.75 coffee.  It's the first time I purchased anything for myself this month. Not bad.

Black coffee as treat. That's fucked up.

We did some good stretching and breathing. You know how you know you worked your hardest? When holding your arms over your head is an effort. Crescent pose was killing me. Forget chair. Hands to heart center, bitches. I did a few shaky ass chaturangas, but plenty of straight-to-down-dog action as well.  I did feel lots better after this, and I know the hip openers are going to help a lot.

Then I went home and crammed this into my face because I was so empty I felt slightly ill. Leftover salmon, quinoa/rice blend, and asparagus. They say hunger is the best sauce, but I swear it tasted even better today.

Why is there not more of you?!?

After lunch I hitched up the dog and went out for 5. It was more walk than run, but it was such a beautiful day I couldn't not go.  This was a happy doggy. She pointed at birds, sniffed the grass, and pranced her little backside all over the neighborhood.

What is this "done" you speak of?

I picked the kids up from school, got them a snack, girl child finished her homework, and we were off to CrossFit Kids. I thought about going for a walk while they were there, but I opted to stay and watch. I did a few pushups with Pat and cheered for them as they ran laps.  Oh, I also ate some tuna with cucumber and tomato that I forgot to photograph. The girl child had fun and afterwards informed me that she was running "just like a Unicorn". I agreed that she was very much like a Unicorn. She then added "without the horn." Probably for the best. The girl child isn't very coordinated. Had she a horn there would be many impaled children about.  Once again they bitched and cried when it was time to leave and stated that they didn't have any fun at all because they didn't get to stay after. I can't win.

So we made it home, I cobbled together some supper for the whining masses, then made a pile of whatever for myself. Leftover sweet potato fried in coconut oil, egg whites with cajun seasoning, tomatoes, salsa, and avocado. It was a pretty good random mess, I must say.

I ate it shockingly quickly.

I have my snack made up for later.  The other day I went to Costco with my list. On it I had written "apples and/or pears". As I was walking through the produce section I saw-I shit you not- APPLE PEARS. So of course I had to buy them. I mean, I pretty much made them happen with my mind. They're pretty much a 50/50. Skin like a pear, crispier like an apple, blended flavor. 

Also some almond butter.

So there you have it. Today flew by. I can't believe it's almost 7. I'm fairly certain I'll be turning in early tonight as fresh air makes me sleepy. Because I am 5, apparently. I should probably shower, as I didn't do that today. The boys have a well child appointment in the morning and I don't want to smell.  I'm curious to see how big they've gotten this past year.  I want to say we made it the whole year without a single visit to a physician. They should get an award or something, like perfect attendance at school.

Ok. Snack time. I swear I've eaten all the things today. But they were all good things, so I'm down. I also might lay on the floor. Of course then I'd have to get back up.

Maybe I'll just stand. 

Blogging 2015: Same as yesterday down, same to go.

Nope, I didn't run today.  It was sleeting and shitty and I didn't want to. I am failure personified. Also I had a Wildtree party to get ready for and I needed to shower and shit.

After my last two days of overindulging, it was time to get back on the wagon today. Tomorrow is a workout that's probably going to make me cry and I figured that eating well and getting a good night's sleep tonight would be good preparation.

Breakfast was oats. I had some coffee today, but not until later and mostly because it was cold and dreary and that makes me want hot beverages. This is 1/2c oats cooked with water, almond butter and a half scoop of protein powder.  I added some cinnamon and nutmeg. Hit the spot on this wintry day. I love oats. They are deeply comforting.  I can't eat them before a hard effort, though, because my blood sugar crashes hard.

And some water, because I'm shit at hydration when I'm at home.

I ran an errand this morning prior to the party. Just to Target to get another bottle of dandruff shampoo (full disclosure, bitches) and some seltzer water. I thought it was just raining, but noooooooo. Ice pellets from the heavens. Yuck.  When I got home I had a snack. You know, I love grapefruit. If you get a really good ruby red they are just fucking delightful. I don't buy them very often and I really don't know why. Every time I eat one I think to myself "This is fucking delightful. I love grapefruit."  Maybe it's because they look kind of dismal in the summer and fall. It's the midwinter California grapefruit that are the most perfect. I got a huge bag of these babies. OMNOMNOMNOMNOM.  Also please to notice the two perfectly peeled HBE. I win. 

Fucking delightful.

 I set up for the party, poised to offload the remainder of the leftover fruit from the party on Saturday. It was handily consumed. Thanks party-goers!  I also made popcorn with Wildtree coconut oil and cheese powder. I am an innovative salesperson. Or I just like cheese popcorn. You decide.  Here is the spread, and basically what I had for lunch. Some fruit, some popcorn, carrots and different dips, a few pieces of bread with oil. How incredible is bread with oil? Especially infused oil? I might as well just duct tape that shit to my thighs, but cheese and rice it's delicious.  I got some lemon oil to use on my fishy fish and some butter flavored oil for the popping of popcorn. Tasty. 

Shut up. All that shit's organic. Even the booze. Especially the booze.

So once everything was settled up and cleared away, it was time to start prepping dinner.  Fantastic husband took all three smalls to an arena football game this afternoon. He is a brave soul. The kids had chicken and cheese burritos, some veg, and some fruit. I made one of my workshop meals-Lemon Rosemary Salmon. I also roasted some asparagus and heated up some quinoa/brown rice blend. This was a very satisfying meal, and the fish was pretty damn tasty with the lemon rosemary seasoning. 

Behold the food groups.

The weather has been cold and crappy, so last night I decided to give myself a spring manicure to cheer myself up. Then it sleeted today. Fuck you, Mother Nature.  It's at home shellac. We'll see if it stands up to 15.5 tomorrow.

Fantastic husband calls this the "hand job pose"

So the week begins again, the kids are back in school, and I'm back on track and in the gym. I am kind of terrified of this WOD tomorrow. Last year's thrusters/burpees workout left me with fucking PTSD. I'm trying to psych myself up for it, tell myself that it's only 30ish minutes of pain (hopefully less) for a lifetime's satisfaction of knowing I did it. It's kind of working?  After it's over I'm going to lunchtime yoga so I can stretch out right away and hopefully not lock up like a goddamn statue over the following 48 hours.  

At the moment it's time to wash the spawn and cut their nasty dirty talons. Then they're off to bed and I won't be too far behind. Early to bed, early to rise...

If 15.5 kills me, remember me fondly. All 6 of you. 

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My miles have been a little haphazard these last couple of weeks. I'm getting them, but it's more like 2 miles with the dog and 3 on the treader or 5 on the road and 1 with the dog. Oh well. Miles is miles.

This last week was Spring Break at our local school so the kids were off all week with basically nothing to do. I was working through Wednesday, so when the P&C Cuteness Factory turned 5 it was on their Dad to occupy them in the morning while I slept. He took them to see the Spongebob Movie. I am beyond grateful for both the sleep and not having to see the Spongebob Movie.  Yick.

Now that the boys are 5, then can go to CrossFit Kids. This might not seem like a big deal to you or me, but they've been begging to go to the gym for months. I guess when you're 5, swinging from rings, climbing ropes, doing pullups, and burpees look like ZOMGBESTDAYEVER. So we went with all 3 kids and they loved it. Holy shit they drank the CrossFit Kool-Aid and drank deep.  Even the girl child liked it, and she has a tendency to give up when shit gets hard.  With luck, the program will not only help keep them moving but will also bolster their self-confidence. I know it's bolstered mine.

Thursday was my transition day and I mostly focused on making sure no one died by my hand. I took the smalls to the gym for mobility day and tried not to fall asleep behind the wheel. I made them lunch and then foolishly thought I might be able to grab a nap. When will I learn? Children are happy to nap when you don't care if they do, but if you're desperate to lie down or have something pressing to do? Fucking forget it.

I spent all day yesterday cleaning the house in preparation for a WildTree party on Sunday and baking birthday cakes (and doing laundry, cooking, keeping children from murdering each other...you know, mom stuff). I was working non-stop from 7am until 8pm. But, everything got done, the kids got washed, and I went to bed early on my freshly washed sheets.

Here are the results of my labor.

Betty Crocker. Spent about $6 on cake and frosting. Total.

My "lazy mom" trick for cake decorating is just to purchase small toys that the kids would like to play with and use them on the top. The kids think this is fucking brilliant and it takes me no time at all, plus they get an extra toy. C chose an Ironman themed cake.  Ironman came with this "blaster" accessory.  Right. It's a blaster. I totally see that.

Don't fuck with Ironman. Just fuck with his weird penis arm.

Captain America came with a shield and some sort of anti-aircraft missile launcher dealie-bob. I wasn't going to include Ironman's Green Armpenis of Doom, so I didn't use Cpt. America's gun. P wanted to know why no gun, so fantastic husband told him that guns make frosting taste bad. #science

The party was a roaring success.  We took them to Kidz Town for 2 hours of imaginative play, face painting, and balloon animals. There were about 20 kids and I think they all had a great time.  Batman even made an appearance. P looks suspicious. I think the beard might've given him away.  C pointed and shouted "You're a fake!" at one point, because I raised some polite fucking children.

P is all "I'm equally Batman."

Now we're home again and all the presents have been unpacked and unpackaged. They got so much fun stuff, and we are super grateful to everyone that brought something for our little monsters.

I'm not going to share any photos of what I ate the last few days, mostly because I don't have any, but I can sum it up.
Leftover chicken
Root Beer
Beer Beer
Pizza
Cake
Ice Cream
Coffee
Raspberries

So yeah. Not exemplary, but whatever.  I weighed in on Thursday for my employer's healthy weight credit on our insurance.  I made it with a BMI of 25.4.  My bodyfat percentage is down around 26% which is an improvement from the 30 or 31% I was at a year or so ago even though my weight hasn't changed much. I feel like that's a win.

Being off the wagon has given me a headache. Tomorrow is a new day, and every new day is an opportunity to improve.

My feet are killing me, brah. 

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My work week is starting out with a bang.  Or maybe a *hork* as P is barfing.  I feel bad for the kid. Today was birthday snack day at school (next week is Spring break on their actual birthday) and C got to go and get a birthday crown and the whole class singing Happy Birthday to him.

I'm not a sympathetic barfer (well, not since having kids) but cleaning up chunky puke still causes the bile to rise in the back of my throat.  We have several hospital basins that live in various parts of the house and if anyone feels pukey there is a mandatory bucket carrying policy.  P violated that when he got up to go to the bathroom without it. I threw away all the clothes he was wearing and the towel I used to clean up.  *hork* 

Today started uneventfully.  P landed in my bed during the night and I woke up to him holding my hand, which was sweet. He snores.  Early in the morning C joined us. He's a good snuggler when he wants to be as he's a little spider monkey.  He can wiggle into small places and odd shapes and I often wake to him pressing his little face against mine. I can't believe these two are about to be 5 years old. Seems like yesterday I was a 247lb sub-continent with intractable heartburn and a serious Slurpee addiction.

I considered going to the box for mobility this morning, but since I didn't get to run yesterday I figured I'd take the opportunity to get a mid-distance run in. I ate a fairly sizeable breakfast in anticipation of this.

Food groupy.

Fantastic husband took the boys to the Y for bounce house day and I went out for 10k. The temperature was close to ideal at around 40 degrees, but the wind was high. I had a couple of moments of "Why? Why meeeeee? Why nooooowwwww?" but overall it was a nice run and I kept up a decent pace throughout.

I love this orange shirt. It's so soft.

I made lunch for the kids, P vomited, and that was that for the day.  Housebound. Good thing I ran early. I had leftover cilantro chicken and rice for lunch. Nice and carby.

We used to make this all the time when the kids were little.

So for the rest of the afternoon I waited for a small child to barf. Parenting is so exciting. Once the other kids were home from school I did try to grab a nap. I managed a couple of hours.  I stayed up late last night in anticipation of napping this afternoon for 4+ hours. Best laid plans. I do feel bad for the dog as she's cooped up a lot when the kids are barfing for two reasons: 1. She's super bouncy and the last thing a barfy kid needs is to get bounced on and 2. I don't want her to eat the vomit.  Fantastic husband took her for a long walk earlier and they are walking again so she gets some exercise.

Dinner tonight was crispy noodles and chicken/veggie stir fry.  Want to cut down your stir fry prep time? Buy the frozen stir fry mix from Costco. It's got everything.

The kids were slightly confused by the crispy noodles.

P had some noodles and applesauce and it's remained down so far. He's lounging on the couch with his bucket. If this illness runs the usual course he'll be sick until bedtime, will pass out cold, and will wake up feeling hungry and totally normal.  Fingers crossed.  Fingers crossed the rest of them don't get it (or me...cheese and rice I can't get this) because barfing kids during my work week is NOT COOL. 

I was feeling dessert tonight, so I went for a Chobani Flip.  It was tasty.  I'm not going to get anymore sleep before work tonight, so here's hoping there's enough going on to keep me up and moving around.

Coconut, almond, and chocolate.

I'm planning to hit happy hour yoga tomorrow (barring anymore barfing babies). Saturday is going to be an awake day, and Sunday I have to hit up CF to do 15.4 (which will be announced in about 20 minutes). That's going to be a disaster. Random side note, I had a handstand breakthrough at yoga on Wednesday. The instructor had me adjust my gaze from out to straight down and voila I was able to hold a freestanding handstand twice as long instantaneously. It was pretty cool. I gave her a high five.

Well, my lunch is packed and my scrubs are clean. All I need is a hot shower and I'll be as ready as I can be to head back into the salt mine. 

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I am getting sick.  I first felt it on Friday night, that slight ache in the back of the throat that means some viral bully is lurking there.  Then Saturday I got a giant fucking cold sore on my bottom lip (where they always surface, herpetic bastards). It itches so bad right now I want to tear my face off.  Then after my 1.2 mile run at CF this morning I had the telltale ache in my ears.  The kids have been snuffling for the last few days, so I suppose it was inevitable, but it's still irritating.  Now, nothing may come of it.  Often I get the warning signs and then it just goes away, but I'm drinking a shitload of water and tea anyway.  Hydrated is healthy.

The DOMS was strong this morning.  The red dog woke me up at 4:30 with the urgent need to pee, so I got a taste of what was in store bright (dark?) and early.  Creaky doesn't begin to describe my physical state this morning.  I got up for real at 6:20 to start on breakfast and cold lunch for the smalls. My breakfast consisted of a strong cup of coffee with a little chocolate almond milk mixed in and some oats with PB2 and a swirl of honey.

I also ate a banana on the way to the box. It was...bananay.

Peanut butter oatmeal, I love you.

So I went to the box at 9:15 for front squats, which are my worst thing.  I swear, I can't keep my elbows high enough. So today I worked on my elbows. 5 x 10 every two minutes at 55#.  Not herculean, but I kept my goddamn elbows up.  Then it was tabata squats and a 1 mile run (well, 1.2 because we thought there was a 1 mile loop but we were wrong). Tabata squats suck most days. Today I actually felt ill. It's always kind of fun to run on baby deer legs, though.  You're legs are so spent you can't feel them at all for the first half mile.

After CF I headed over to Jenstar for core yoga at 10:30. We did wall sits with weighted twists added. It was horrible. I totally whimpered.  Since I arrived sweaty to hot yoga, you can bet your happy ass (did you think about Nester?) that I was not only gorgeous but fragrant by the end.  Fortunately it's a small class.

Then I drove home to meet fantastic husband for 3 miles with the dog.  With a big uphill and a big downhill. My legs hate me so hard right now.  When I sat down to eat lunch, the dog went over to the back door and yipped to go out.  Getting up was torture.  I had leftover cottage pie for lunch because someone ate the last of the chorizo mac n' cheese.  

It's not a punishment, but it's not chorizo mac 'n cheese.

Here I am looking faboo after 3 hours of workouts.

My hair is crunchy.

I filled out invites for the boys' birthday party, which was tedious as hell.  14 invites for their classmates. I don't think I've written that much since college. I'm so used to typing everything that I forget how to write. My handwriting is perfectly legible, but I really had to concentrate on not using abbreviations. Sad, right? 

Then it was time for Mad Men and another cup of coffee.  The dog crawled up in the chair and smashed herself into the space beside me. I don't see how this is comfortable, but she was snoring so it must be.

Being a dog is exhausting.

I took a "long cut" on the way to get the kids so I could get my daily total up to 6 miles. It was a lovely afternoon, but it did get a bit windy as the day progressed.  Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 40s again, so I turned the heat back on (sigh). Dinner was spinach and mushroom lasagna rolls. We haven't made this recipe in ages, and it's a good one.  Pretty, too.

Fresh basil. Mmmmmm.

The felt the need to dissect the food, then bitch about it. You just can't win.  I'm tempted to serve nothing but Pop-Tarts and fish sticks.  But then I'd hear "Pop-Tarts again? We just had that the other day."

Tomorrow's plan involves #thefiveonefive and then probably a run.  Fantastic husband is going full St. Patrick's Day bar hopping style.  Maybe I'll join him. Probably not, though.  St. Patrick's Day is annoying. It's like New Year's but with shitty beer and whores wearing Kiss Me I'm Irish shirts instead of glitter and desperation.  Now, there are exceptions.  St. Brendan's Inn has good beer, and probably cabbage.  We'll see.

Two things about today:

1. Festival was out of Point root beer and that made me a sad panda.

2. I have not yet showered. But I will. Probably.