Tag... Your'e it

Nancy R. tells me I've been tagged, so even though the meme isn't fitness-related, here goes.

List 5 weird things about yourself or your pets, then tag 5 people.

1) Schooner does not "sit" like a dog - she sits on her rump with both front feet up in the air and her tounge hanging out the side of her mouth. I didn't think you'd believe me, so I have included proof...

2) Madison eats bananas

3) Schooner eats everything else.. phones, glasses, remote controls, pacifiers

4) I, like Nancy, don't like to eat egg whites. Even in hard-boiled eggs - the only good part is the yolk.

5) I refuse to eat bi-valves. Clams, oysters, scallops, muscles... ICK ICK ICKY ICK!

I tag: Angie, Terri, Tina, Bren and YOU...

Genetic switching?

Back to my weekend seeing Carrie and her family (its only Wednesday, and if I start talking about work my blood pressure goes through the roof, so let's just reminisce about college and gawk at what cute kids we have....)

Carrie has always reminded me of a Barbie - she's petite, beautiful with big blue eyes and long blonde hair and a waist about the size of a New York Minute...and if she weren't' so sweet and such a wonderful person and friend, I would have hated her from Freshman year on... But she is all those things and I love her dearly and really hate the fact that after 3 kids her waist is STILL the size of a New York Minute...Must be the ocean breezes or something!! :-)

Anyway... Genetics are a funny thing. You would think that my dark eyes and hair would dominate. And with Carrie, she is so blonde and fair that there's just no imaginable combination of genes that would give her a dark, Italian looking child.

Low and behold, we have each others' kids living in our houses!! Doesn't this look like a more proper pairing of moms with kids??

How did this happen??

We went to Tucson yesterday to meet up with my college roomie of 2 years and her family. We'll just ignore the fact that this is only my 2nd trip to Tucson in the pushing 6 years I've lived in Arizona, and say that I was very thankful for the portable DVD player I got for the boys or the entire 130 mile trip would have been punctuated with a chorus of "Are we there yet?"

At what point do you get to the age where you see your old friends and realize just how much you've changed (read, aged)?? I have not seen Carrie for, gosh, at least 3 years, if not more like 4+... and I swear we look just like we did in college. Her hair is a bit shorter, neither of us has time to do our nails like we used to, and if you look close you will see some creases by the corners of our eyes, but other than that, we look the same... truly...

So, we look the same, we don't feel any older... would someone then please tell me how THIS happened to us???



In fact, we started adding it up.. Carrie (3), me (3), my friends Vicki (3), and Ken (3) and Kellee (3), all of whom were at SC with me, and all had 3 kids... that's 15 kids under the age of 8. Won't homecoming be a loud event if we all show up!!

Quick running update.

The Race for the Cure is 4 weeks away. Today I went to the gym with the intention of running a 5K on the treadmill, and I am very proud to say that I did. My time for all 3.1 miles? 37:40. My first attempt was last week and that got me 39:14, so I'm making progress. My goal is to be right around 36 minutes. Wish me luck!

Looking for answers to questions that bothered her so...

Sorry Jimmy... It was either that or "A Mom by any other car is still a Mom".

We took a BIG HUGE plunge yesterday.

The Odyssey, my faithful carrier of children and junk with the occasional dog thrown in for good measure, has started to really tick me off. I added it up - over the last 13 months, we've put over $2,000 into it, including working on the electrical system the A/C system, a new transmission, new brakes, several tires.... and now it needed at least another $1000 in work - and that's just what we knew was wrong with it. (automatic side doors aren't automatic anymore, back windsheild wiper is hanging limply from its axis, brakes are squeaking and crunching - and that can't be a good thing...)

I love that car... like I said, its been faithful and taken good care of my brood.

But it was starting to nickel and dime us to DEATH. Yes - it was paid for, therefore no car payments to need to budget in, but still...

Are you ready for this??

We went back to Volkswagon. Steve and I now have (Please know, NOT ON PURPOSE) matching VW"s in the driveway - right down to the color. I got a Passat wagon and I L-O-V-E it... Bells and whistles, smaller, drives like a dream...

So, I started thinking - I do have some pangs of guilt about not driving a minivan. Afterall - now, its just US that can fit in my car. I've lost the ability to tow another 2 people around with me, unless they want to hunker down in the back.

Isn't a mom supposed to drive a minivan, or at least an SUV nowadays?? Isn't a wagon so, like, from our MOTHERS' generation??

I guess I need to find a hat to eat somewhere...

I swore all of the following:

I will NEVER drive a VOLVO... what did we buy when I found out I was pregnant? A Volvo Wagon.

I will NEVER drive a Minivan... What did we buy when I found out I was pregnant again> A Honda Odyssey...

I will NEVER drive a Stationwagon (again)... yeah, I know...

On a totally different topic, Following the blog invite on Nancy's blog, I have added my own "What people envy about you". Its cute - check it out... then let me know what I should envy about you.

People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain. People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

What Do People Envy About You?