Race Prep, billionaire idea, serving up my dignity

I haven’t done a straight up “here’s my life” bullets post in far too long (Read: maybe like a week, tops).  Here’s whats been going on…..

Hey look, it is me!

This week is race week!  The PF Changs Rock and Roll Arizona Marathon (PFCRnRAZM for short) is this Sunday!  On one hand I’m relaxed because it is a home town race, but on the other hand I’m freaking out a bit because. . . . you know. . .ZOMG!!??!?!!!111!!!!1! IT’S A MARATHON!  Not only am I taking Friday off to spend the best 3 hours of my life at the expo, but I’m working on hydrating as much as possible all week long.  Which, of course, means that I’m peeing like a horse.  Which is good, because people say that I have another part of my body that is like a horse’s.  My Face. My teeth. (What were you thinking?)

I have a race strategy rolling around in my head, but I’m going to make you wait until Saturday until I make it public. (Such a tease!)  It is sort of an all or nothing approach that involves “go run a marathon” and “don’t die”.

On Friday, I tweeted: “I’m going to start selling office chairs in the color: ‘Crumbs from eating lunch at your desk’.  I will be a billionaire.”  Although, I wouldn’t have to do the entire chair, just that triangle part at the front near your crotch where the crumbs seem to collect.  I’d call it the “crumb color crotch”.  Let me stress – BILLIONAIRE.

Wasn't this on The Matrix movie?

Over the holiday, I received a nice set of chocolates from my boss at work.  Of course, as if to say “really fatty, eating the whole box huh?” they put the nutrition facts in VERY plain sight when you opened the box.  Serving size: my dignity.

For Christmas, my mom got me an entire wine decanting set.  Like I needed yet another reason to love wine more than I already do.  I’ve tried it out a few times and it does make the wine taste better.  The best part though?  I can pour an ENTIRE bottle of wine in the thing and it barely makes a dent.  Makes me feel a bit better when I polish the entire thing off!  “But common mom, I only drank like 1” of the decanter!”

Finally, a picture of my son – just because.  Being a baby is exhausting.