Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Run, fat girl, RUN!

So, I had a really crappy run today. My damn GPS wouldn't sync with my running app, my music kept playing slower pace songs, and the weather had me socked in till it was kinda hot (But I'm not crazy enough to run in heavy fog in THIS town!). The one bright spot? As I was running down Kingsway, I look ahead and see a dog. Suddenly the dog sees me, and he's sprinting towards me like I'm a long lost friend wrapped in bacon! As he got closer, I saw the doggie was a Chinese Crested and he was hairless except for a sparse black mohawk on this cute head! I reach down pet him, look for a person and upon seeing none, look at the dog again and it dawns on me.... This is the Chinese Crested Escape Artist who lives off of Elna Rd. So I turn around and we jog back to his house where I have to try a few times to get the attention of the gentleman in the garage. Doggie successfully returned, I tried to continue my run..... Well, at least I had a companion for a little bit!

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Good Bye Egon.

I have a huge sad. Harold Ramis was a comedy icon. 

Now we're stuck with Adam Sandler, and he hasn't been funny in years!

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Be The Orange

See that? 

That's an orange. Back about 50 or 60 years ago, this entire area was nothing but orange groves. As far as the eye could see, there were lush, green groves of fruit bearing trees giving bushels and bushels of succulent, juicy oranges.

Eventually progress, with it's steam roller powered by development money and billboards promising safer suburbs, mowed under almost all of the groves. Housing developments, big box stores, and gas stations replaced the quaint grove houses and fruit stands. The only signs that an orange grove ever existed here is the errant orange trees that sometimes spring out of the landscape in rows twos and threes. The last orange grove stands across from the Wall to Wall Mart behind a fading "For Sale" sign, a decrepit grove house with broken windows and peeling paint standing guard over row after row of dying trees enrobed in Spanish moss like the elderly at the nursing home. 

That little orange up there? Grew from a single seed that was defecated out the rear end of a bird. The sapling grew over the last year and a half despite the interference of landscapers, peeing dogs, and digging squirrels. The same sapling is covered in vines and weeds that daily try to drag the supple branch back down to the Earth. It has been crowded. It has been shunned. It has had absolutely NO HELP, yet here it is. An orange, saying kiss my peel to a world that has forgotten and written it off. Growing, in the face of EVERYTHING that has said "NO! You cannot exist here. You have been usurped from your place in this realm and no longer have a viable bookmark in the tome of life.", this little hero of the citrus world stands out among all the other trees who grow tall and strong, shadowing it in their stance.

I admire this orange. When I saw it, I saw a kindred spirit. Growing in the shadows of others, being told I am no longer relevant, I feel this orange's place significantly. I want to be this orange, thumbing my nose at the world that has tried to leave me behind, undervaluing my opinions and worth. We could all learn from this tenacious little plant. To quote a rather funny movie, "Never give up. Never surrender." This orange and it's tree haven't given up...

And neither will I. I started something this past weekend and I'm going to see just how far I can go with it. Just like the orange, when I start feeling the squeeze, that's when I'm gonna spit a seed at the world and show just how tenacious I can be!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Why Is It...

... when I commit myself to something, right before the clock hits zero hour I get so nervous I think I'm gonna puke? 


This isn't cool. I have major butterflies right now about the 5K on Friday. I tell myself that I do a 5K every other day. It's my go to distance. I'm good at it. I can do it in under 16 minutes a mile.(NO LAUGHING!) Disney requires a 16 minute mile. I fit into their parameters.

But I am incredibly afraid the Golf Cart of Shame is going to get me. That I won't be fast enough and the sweep up squad that follows at the back of the pack will tap me on the shoulder and say, "Get on the cart, you're done."

I hate this voice in my head. It needs to GTFO. 

I can do this.
I will do this.
I will shut that voice up by ramming that finisher medal down its throat!

Because I can.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


  • I got a PR for my walking/running. I'm now under 15 minutes!! 
  • There's nothing funnier than a squirrel who's head is stuck in a Cheez-It bag.
  • Drivers don't give shit about pedestrians.
  • Never discount the amount of exercise you get at an amusement park. The walking alone will kick your ass.
  • Always be ready to take your kids on.... even if it's just in the Tea Cups at Disney. (You wanna go punks? Let's spin this! I WILL WIN!)
  • There are 2 days till I run with people I don't even know. 

Sunday, February 16, 2014


Today I heard the news that John Henson passed away. He is the son of the late Jim Henson of Muppet fame. He worked in his father's company with his siblings and was Sweetums. He passed at the age of 48. Much too young, like his father, he slipped the surly bonds of Earth to entertain in heaven, or so I think. One can never tell about those things.

As sad as it is, death is nothing new. What also wasn't new was where I was when I found out.

We were at Disney World. Back in 1990 when Jim Henson died, I was at Disney World. News traveled pretty slow back then, but because Disney had just put in Muppet Vision 3D the bad tidings spread throughout the parks quickly. I remember feeling devastated. My generation learned their ABC's, Math, & how to be a good friend from Jim's darling, Sesame Street. I cried in Muppet Vision when Kermit sang "It's Not Easy Being Green." Now Sweetums is gone too, and I learned the terrible news yet again iwhile at the Happiest Place On Earth. 

Sometimes the world just isn't fair, (and coincidental, and creepy, and heartbreaking) and that stinks.

RIP John. Say hi to your Dad for us.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Thursday, February 13, 2014


For my Northern friends. Spring WILL come, depend on that. Till then, here's a picture of a sunny daisy from here in Florida!

Monday, February 10, 2014

The Puppy.

Original Comic Found Here.

Oh look. It's Nemo... only instead of a little boy  missing a leg, Nemo has my two diabetics that the world treats differently because they are afraid my kids are going to up & die for no reason! 

Differences don't make a difference.

That Face.

Who can resist?

Friday, February 7, 2014


Photo:NM Wetherington @ Busch Gardens

I am so glad I live in Florida. Seeing the blizzard warnings, ice & sleet forecasts, and record low temperatures of the North has made me grateful I live in a semi tropical climate! I will take triple digit temps in the summer so I can have 70 & 80 degree averages in the winter! What can I say, I'm a beach bunny, not a snow bunny!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Counting Down!

In 2 weeks we will be at Disney running. Heh... never thought I'd say THAT! I'm usually on 8 wheels. Can't wait till it's Eldest, me, & my Mizunos hitting the trail! 

Monday, February 3, 2014


If you can't evolve and learn from the errors of yourself & others, then you're gonna end up like this guy.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Good Bye

Photo:Twister, Universal Home Entertainment

And so it has come to pass that Phillip Seymour Hoffman has left us. Once again, the demons of drugs and alcohol have robbed the world of beauty. 46 is only 5 years older than myself. It makes one think about life. 

Good bye Dusty. Even though you have garnered a slew of acting honors, topped off with an Oscar, I will forever remember you as that saggy tornado chaser with a smooth line & a rag tag short bus named Barn Burner.

Rest in Peace. The time for chasing those swirling demons is gone.

Saturday, February 1, 2014


So... it's been about 9 days since the field trip and if you aren't on my FB or Twitter....


Bleck! I have had snot, mucus, sneezing, coughing, aches, pains, sinus headaches, etc ever since the damn thing finished. I even sanitized my hands at every chance! I guess my immune system was weakened by the noxious cloud of Axe Body Spray I was subjected to every morning. 

I have less than 19 day to get healthy and get my ass back in 5K shape.
I wasn't able to run at all this week thanks to being half dead.

Next 3 weeks are gonna be rough. 

Let's do this!