Personal Best

My legs feel a little like noodles, but I feel great. I ran a whole hour today for the first time ever! We took advantage of a glorious So. Cal day and a newly discovered "super secret parking spot" and ran along the shore with Lucy acting as coxswain. Hard to believe that I used to abhor running, especially as an asthmatic. I thank Doug Geringer, who told me "Run as slow as you think possible for as long as you can." So began my personal challenge to run a 5K, which I did only 7 months later. Now I am thinking of a 10K, but there I will stop. There is a reason the original marathoner died when he crossed the finish line. But to end on a cheerful note, here's to getting a personal best after 30! Pass the Cadbury Mini Eggs!

Huh-larious!

I've always wondered about people who have bad musical skills that make their livings as musicians. Van Morrison is one of those who manages to have a pretty, um, unpolished voice, and yet cranked out some catchy stuff in his career. You must click this link for the best review EVER.

Reoccurring Dreams

I'm sure you all have them. My classic example is the one where I realize I have to go back to school, and I don't mean for further education, I mean because some requirement was left unfinished. Generally it's college, though often it's been high school, and a few times even elementary school. I'm generally either late to school, or I've been goofing around and have forgotten to study. I find myself trying to explain that I've been out of school for years, and that I'm an adult, and they keep treating me like a kid. When I was pregnant I kept dreaming that I was in the choir, but we didn't know what to do about my choir dress, since I was getting big. My sister has the same dream (minus the pregnant stuff), and she told one of our high school teachers about it. He thought it was funny, and sent her a fake letter from the school saying she had neglected to finish history (his class) and she should report to school the next Monday.

In college I almost constantly had a dream that I got up to the altar and was about to marry someone, but immediately I realized that I couldn't marry the guy. He was generally a faceless guy, but you'd think I'd have gotten a clue earlier...

The only wedding dream I had when I was engaged was that I was late and my hair was dirty. I must have been worried about getting everything done in time. =)

Recently I had a similar dream twice in a week, and it's really random. I dreamt Steve's younger sister moved in next door to my parents. Random dream once, but twice?? At least that was a happy dream.

Then last night I had another of my reoccuring dreams, which always takes place at Campus by the Sea, a camp my family went to out at Catalina Island. We went for 25 summers, so in many ways it is a very homey place. Last night, however, I dreamt that I was going to volunteer in the kitchen (something I'd like to do sometime anyway), and as I started to work with my portable KitchenAid standing mixer (ha ha!) Things just started coming out over the sides and turned into a big mess. Luckily I had Steve's other sister, Jen, there to help me, as well as my dad. I was trying to cook in my tent, by the way.

Anyone else have reoccuring/weird dreams?

Home again, home again

We're home in one piece, though the 5+ hour flight home was probably the worst time I've had as a mother since the second night in the hospital. However, we are rested and home and Lucy and I are friends again. =)

Here are a few shots from our trip...

View from our hotel room...



View from our whale tour...


Adventurer or big retard? Zipline tour through the woods.

View from our zipline tour.



Can't see the waterfall or the fish, but this was Lucy's favorite spot. She now says "weeshey" which is "fishy."


Whale watching. This really was amazing, and totally worth doing again. We actually saw a real "breach" where the whale completely jumped full-body out of the water. Sweet!


Lucy commanding the troops. We stayed on the grass a lot, as cleaning up a sandy Lucy was a pretty good ordeal.


Imagine the CHUNKS of sand that fell out of her bathing suit!

This week...

Am I more excited about this....


this...


or this??

Spring Fever List

Here's my list for when I get the Spring bubblies in my soul. Sometimes I can't tell you why it's there, but I just like how it feels, and would play it while driving over the Grapevine with the windows down.

One Little Slip - Barenaked Ladies
Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms
Something That You Said - Bangles
Love is Stronger Than Justice - Sting
Mrs. Robinson - The Lemonheads
Walk Away Renee - Vonda Shepherd (wish I had Lowen & Navarro's version!)
Lithium Sunset - Sting
Friday I'm In Love - The Cure
1985 - Bowling for Soup (Sewp?)
Hey Jealousy - Gin Blossoms
This Love - Maroon 5 (I know, I know, it's so not like me to like Maroon 5!)
Found OUt About You - Gin Blossoms
A Summer Song - Chad & Jeremy (Chad & Jeremy who??)
Experimental Film - They Might Be Giants (or they might not?)
Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads
What I am - Edie Brickell
In a Different Light - Bangles
New Slang - The Shinns
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)
Today - Smashing Pumpkins
Englishman in New York - Sting and the POlice
Better Together - Jack Johnson
It's a Shame About Ray - The Lemonheads
Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me) - Sting
A Little Respect - Erasure
Until I Fall Away - Gin Blossoms
The Look-Roxette

I'm realizing this should be called my Nostalgia list, and should then also include some Bon Jovi... It seems much of this is related to things like: The mix tape (yes, tape!) my sister made for me when I went away to college; the song my English teacher played for us to demonstrate a point; a song I learned at camp... etc.

Any Spring additions? I think I"m going to go buy some Bon Jovi...

Six Years!

Today Steve and I celebrate our SIXTH anniversary! I can honestly say that these six years have been the best of my life. How did God know? Why did he give me such an incredible gift when I was so thoughtlessly gadding about for so long? What fun we always have together! This year will be infinitely better than last year, though, as Lucy is a much happier kid than her colicky self last year. We even got the same babysitter (THANKS RACHELLE!) as last year with the promise that she would sleep the whole time. =) I think we took a year off Rachelle's life last year.


Here's our Bible Study, our dearest friends, minus Greg & Kristen and Mandi & Eric. I wish with all my heart that they could have been in this picture. Kristen and Jamie were honorary maid/matron of honor (I should've made that official!) and Mandi and Eric were there, too.


This is on our "Rum Cruise" in Hawaii on our honeymoon ... too bad we discovered we didn't like rum! They let us drive the boat, though, since we were the only sober people there.


At the Getty for our engagement pictures. (Thanks Beca!)


Neither of us knew how to dance, but it was the best dance ever!

We had sooo much fun that day. I was so glad we did pictures before the wedding. We had a moment where we saw each other for the first time, all alone, which was awesome. Then we got to just hang out with our friends, and when I walked down the aisle, it was like the first time we saw each other all over again.


So here's to my love, my friend, companion, co-parent, partner for life. Here's to 6 times 6 more years!

Menu for the last week before Daylight Savings

Monday - Chicken Provençal
Tuesday - Beef and Broccoli with Fried Rice
Wednesday - Nacho Pizzas (way yummier than they sound!)
Thursday - Chicken Cordon Bleu (Sort of)
Friday - Pot Roast

I have to say, I got really lucky with some great recipes this week. I must say, the Earles have been eating well this week. I've used 3 America's Test Kitchen recipes, and generally they are totally foolproof. One is a Rachael Ray meal from the Tivo'd episode of 30 minute meals that my sister brought for me. I love a tasty, healthy, cheap, fast meal! That's the trick... they have to be tasty, healthy, cheap and fast, and it's tough to get all 4 without getting bored.

Homesick

I've lived in L.A. for nearly 13 years, and yet I still get a little homesick at this time of year. Partially because it looks a bit like this at home (Central Valley... this picture doesn't come close):



Partially because sometimes at this time of year I wish I could just go home and be a little girl again. I could wake up late in my pink room and drive my little V.W. and go to Immanuel & Fresno State baseball games and head up to Shaver Lake and walk around at midnight in the snow.
I miss my high school friends because they were the first friends I really felt close with and safe with. My Jr. High friends (as I didn't know then but know now) were changeable and cruel and shallow, but in high school I found some people that were true gems. I still keep in touch with many of them and it's fun to go through life stages with them. But I wish we could just go back once or twice and play "Stealth" out in the vineyard once again. But the vineyard where we used to play is a new housing development now, so I suppose I will be content where I am.

The flattened land to the right is where they leveled the vineyard for houses. The development is a nice one, and the houses have lots of room (not all squished together), and look different from one another, but will always feel like a fake town to me or something.

National Geographics, High School, and Flowered Hats

First, I must clear up a possible problem with the lyrics on one of my workout songs. "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer says this:

Bring, bring, Bring your flowered (floured?) hat...

Maybe it had these kind of flowers:

Granted, still not the most manly of hats, but maybe it was Hawaiian flower print, which, made in the right way, worn by the right personality, can still be manly.

Okay, moving on to item #2. Some ducks have adopted our backyard for their mating ritual. Two male ducks and a female duck have come 2 mornings this week and just kind of hang out. The smaller male duck spends the whole time getting chased by the bigger male duck, who is protecting his girlfriend. She just kind of stands there and rolls her eyes. So finally the small duck flies off, scared of the possessive boyfriend. Boy duck and girl duck look at each other, like, "Okay, well, what now." I'm terrified at this point that I'm going to witness some "National Geographics" in my own backyard, seeing that it's that time of year. Thankfully they both flew off, presumably because she told him that she didn't believe in sex before marriage. Somehow I wasn't sure if I was watching ducks or high school kids.

Have a lovely day!