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Thursday Thirteen: Vacation Staycation

Kimberly — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 18:14:31 +0000

I’m on vacation this week and all it’s done is rain.
Between the rain I’ve gone for a 10 mile bike ride, 5 mile run, and 3 mile run.
And I ran the Superun 5K last night.
I set a personal record for the course and all of my 5K’s of all-time.
If you would have told me that I would PR on that course I would have laughed in your face due to very big hill that is at the end of the course.
I’ve watched a lot of Wimbledon.
Walked the dogs.
Vacuumed the house many times.
Baked banana chocolate chip bread.
And apple cinnamon dog treats.
Dyed my hair using Lush henna for the first time ever.
Henna is incredibly messy, but the results are good.
And have mastered the fine art of taking a nap.

Better late than never, right?

Kimberly — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 03:05:14 +0000

My doctor thinks I have TMJ.
I’ve had it before, I was in my 20′s and it really sucked.
I get to take the generic form of Valium at night now.
It makes me really, really sleepy.
During the day I get to take Motrin, and more Mortrin.
I have an appointment with a TMJ specialist in two weeks.
You know what though? My jaw doesn’t bother me at all when I run.
I finished reading Steve Martin’s book, An Object of Beauty. It was pretty good.
On Friday I’m going to do my long run, it’s 12 miles this week.
Usually I would do this on Saturday, but this week is the annual Best Picture Showcase. I’ve got a full day of Oscar nomiated movies ahead of me!
I love picking out a new theme for my blog!
I also hate picking out a new theme for my blog.
As much as I love the change, sometimes the process drives me crazy.

Thursday Thirteen: Irrelevent stuff

Kimberly — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 16:23:11 +0000

I’ve been using the Lose It! app for almost two weeks now and it’s really helped me stay in check with the food that I’m eating.
And I’ve lost four pounds.
I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I feel like I’ve lost my taste for sweets. Everyone once in a while I crave some chocolate, but everything else just makes my stomach feel like crud. (this does not stop me from eating it again and again though)
This isÂ weekÂ #2Â of my 19 week marathon training program, so far so good.
I’m supposed to run three days a week, but I’m doing my best to run four or five days.
Bones is my new favorite show. I’m watching it on Netflix starting from season one — which I’m almost done with. Do Bones and Booth ever get together?? I’m dying to know! Wait … don’t tell me, I’ve got six seasons worth to catch up on.
The iPad is proving to be very handy when watching things from my Netflix instant queue, especially while running on the treadmill.
The treadmill isÂ in the basement and Josie still will not come down the stairs. When she realizes that I’m heading on the treadmill now she runs into herÂ crate and stays there.
This might be because I’ve dragged the giant 80-90 pound puppy down the steps a time or two so that I can keep an eye on her while I’m running. She is not a fan of the steps. I don’t know why.
ForcingÂ Josie to go downstairs is the equivalent of forcing my husband to get on an airplane. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO IT!
The kid’s new iPod Touch has FaceTime, which is probably the coolest thing ever! Her and her best friend are constantly on that thing with each other.
I’m fascinated with this post about picky eating and the comments that keep rolling in.
Personally, as a picky eater and as a parent of a pickier eater, there is nothing you can do other than let them be. So what if the kid (or in my case adult) eats the same thing over and over and over again. I survived. The kid will survive. Whatever. There are so many other things to get worked up about than the fact that your child only likes chicken fingers, peanut butter sandwiches, and cheese pizza. Is the kid a kind and caring person? Do they get good grades in school? Are they fluent in a foreign language? Do they have great friends? Do they make you proud? Do theyÂ likeÂ a small variety of fruits and vegetables? Â THEN WHY IN THE HECK DO YOU CARE WHAT THEY EAT? It’s not worth getting your panties in a bundle over.