Saturday, July 14, 2012

Happy Birthday LL!

Today my blog turns 1!  Since there was initially a reason for what has turned out to be my place to vent and ramble endlessly about things no one but me cares about, I figured I would update “the list” and see how I’m doing so far!



#5 – Take my girls Ash & Jen out for a sorry-I-missed-it, post-wedding celebration!

I’m counting this one done.  Although I didn’t take them out for a post-wedding celebration per say, I have gotten together with them a few times to celebrate our lives in general and I figure that deserves a check!

#17 – Take my cousins out to dinner and get to know them better.

Done…ish.  I’ve been to lunch/dinner a few times with my cousin Cole and his wife Brittany, and although we haven’t been out to an official meal I’ve gotten to spend a lot more time with Wyatt and his girlfriend as well.  I’m so lucky to have these “brothers and sisters” and am so happy that it’s equally important to them that we all remain close and get to know each other as friends as well as family.  Check!

This brings me up to 9 ½ checks off my list!  Although it may not be as many as I had hoped for, I’m well on my way to checking off some of the others…and in between time you lucky readers get a backstage pass to the inner-working of yours truly.
It's difficult to post a picture of my blog celebrating a birthday, since it's a blog and all...
So here, enjoy this picture of me celebrating my birthday...the balloon clearly proves I'm an only child.

Anyone else accomplish any goals lately?

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Mud Run


I used to be the one who never made excuses about working out.  I was the, “sorry, I can’t go to dinner tonight because I won’t have time to shower and straighten my hair when I get home from the gym” girl.  Lately, however, I seem to be finding every excuse in the book.

Last week I was sick, so I’ll give myself a little slack on that one.  But this week I’m just plain lazy, and I’m finding my greatest fear of moving back to the States coming true.  I’m not sticking with my workouts.  I lost almost 30 pounds and over 8% body fat while I was in Spain and I kept that motivation going steady when I was back in California; now that I’m in Arizona I can’t seem to keep that motivation to hit the gym instead of the “insert better plans here” or because of “insert lame reason here”.

So, today I decided enough was enough. 

(Actually, yesterday I did…but running at 10:30AM in Arizona in July after not consuming nearly enough water over the past few days was not a brilliant idea and after 15 minutes I was done.  Mr. actually got the car, picked me up, and took me home…that’s how done I was!)

But tonight, at 7:30PM, I decided I was going to do it.  I was going to go running and get back into my routine, and nothing was going to stop me!  And I did run, and nothing did stop me.

Not to say things didn’t try to stop me.  Like my very first dust storm, which decided to blast me…I got a great facial and my esophagus is now as smooth as a baby’s bottom! 
I Google'd "running in a dust storm" and apparently this is not a popular thing to do...
but I did find this picture of an Arizona dust storm and I'm pretty sure this is what it must have looked like on my run...

And what’s with this awful humid, muggy weather? 

Cheers to my first mud-run…

Monday, July 9, 2012

It's Official!


Today Mr. and I headed to the MVD.  (Motor Vehicle Division…aka the DMV)  We got a letter in the mail from the California DMV saying our registration would be suspended at the end of the month because we were no longer insured in California, (picky, picky!), so we went to sort things out here in our new home State.

I was expecting to update my registration and hit the road.  But instead, they took away all my beautiful California things.  My license…my license plates…all Arizona now.  I actually got a little teary.
I really don't like how I'm just hovering over the Grand Canyon...
although I do like that my picture finally looks like me again!


We did manage to get Veteran license plates however, which I'm pretty stoked about.  I'm thinking with the former-military police population here in Arizona I'm less likely to get pulled over if my plates are screaming "Veteran".  I know, I'm a genius!
So yeah, I’m officially an Arizonian now…or is it Arizonan?  I still haven’t quite figured that one out yet…