Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Running Rules

Running is cool. It's the cat's pajamas. The bee's knees. The bullfrog's beard. The duck's quack. The elephant's arches...you get the picture.
That makes one of us. I can't believe these sayings used to be a thing. They don't make sense. But part of me wants to bring them back...starting with my personal fave, "the gnat's elbow."

Okay, now here are some rules for running. (Why? Well lemme tell ya. A few mornings ago a lady pulls up next to me as I'm running and, after apologizing for interrupting my run, tells me that a girl was raped on the trail that I had just emerged from. AH! She was being super nice and was just concerned for my safety. She encouraged me to run with other people if at all possible. I thanked her and told her I would definitely do that. So. I figured I should follow this good woman's example and do my duty to inform the public. You know...since I have a vast audience of dedicated followers.)

Rules for Running
More like guidelines really...
by me, Kristi Rush, Maria Morley, Tyler Crofts, and Kelsey Braithwaite.

#1. Do not run by yourself. I'm torn on this one...just...be safe.
#2. Obey traffic laws. In a battle between you and a car, you will lose every time (even if you have the right of way.) So, on that note...
#3. Make sure people in vehicles see you. Look at their eyes and make sure they see you and know you have the right of way before venturing safely out into the road.
#4. DO NOT jog in place or in circles or in a zig-zag pattern, etc. at stoplights. Or do it. So I can laugh. I like laughing.
#5. Terrain of choice: (in order from best to worst) grass, dirt, road, sidewalk. Basically, if it's safe to run on a softer surface, do so. Your body will thank you.
#6. Learn how to snot-rocket and spit properly.
#7. Do not wear a water bottle belt for a 3-mile run.
#8. Stay on your feet.
#9. Spandex underneath shorts are a no-no.
#10. Don't wear basketball shorts.
#11. Wave or nod or somehow kindly acknowledge fellow runners.
#12. Don't start sprinting if someone passes you. Go your own pace.
#13. Carbo-loading is not really necessary if you are running less than a half-marathon.
#14. Do not wear a regular bra underneath your sports bra.
#15. Don't run in Vibram 5 fingers. Or crocs. Actually, don't ever wear crocs. Period.

Well, there you have it. These "guidelines" may or may not apply to you depending on your running experience, height, weight, gender, opinion on global warming, etc. So adhere to them as rigidly or as flexibly as you wish.
Happy running!
Which reminds me...Cool Runnings. It's a good movie. You should check it out.

Monday, May 25, 2015

HOME SWEET HOME


He's such a good reader. 
I love reading books to him, but it's so exciting that he is mastering this magical pastime for himself.

This is Josiah. He can fit through our doggie door.

This is our dog, Pippin.

Veggies, chicken, and rice.
My mom is pretty happy that I eat whatever she serves me...and I like it.

She even gave me a bite of her mango.
It was yummy.

I learned more about make-up in this one weekend than I've learned in my whole life up to now.
Fiona likes it a lot. I think it's fun sometimes. 
To each her own.

MWAH!

So excited to be with my little brudders.

This picture requires a bit more explanation...
Our sink was broken when I got home and so we washed our dishes outside. Luckily it was fixed pretty soon after I arrived. It's only fun to do things the old-fashioned way the first few times, after that it's a hassle. Not having something really makes you appreciate it more.
Another example: we all felt sick around my last day at home. Tommy started it by throwing up.
When your health is suspended and your whole body aches, you really appreciate your (generally) strong and healthy body. 
You just have to take the bitter with the sweet and be grateful.

We played with the free samples at Sephora. 
Fiona was super excited that we were wearing the most famous blush of all time.

Handmade tortillas are very tasty.
Here's the recipe my mom uses:
1 c. all purpose flour
4 c. whole wheat flour
1/2 c. shortening
2 tsp. salt
2 c. hot water
flour for rolling
(I personally would use equal amounts of white and whole wheat flour. Let's not sacrifice too much of the taste for healthiness, ok? Also, this makes around 18 tortillas, so unless you're feeding a ton of teenage boys or cross-country runners, cut the recipe in half or more.) 

I started running again while I was home. Gotta love those green fields, dirt canal banks, and that blazing hot AZ sun.
I took a week break after my last race so my legs were a bit confused at what the heck I was doing.
Eventually they got the hang of it again.

We got a new rocking chair!!! I love rocking chairs. 
I will have one to rock my (future) kids to sleep someday.
Kids grow up so fast. Case in point: Fiona (pictured above) is 15.

My mom, Fiona, and I wear the same size shoe. It's the best. Fiona and I used to share basically our whole wardrobe. It's a bit harder since I moved to Provo. 
But they get all my old running shoes (that aren't too beat up).

Moms go through a lot. Sometimes I wonder how my mom puts up with it all.
Wanna know how? 
Love.

I've gotten to experience tiny glimpses of it for myself ever since Thomas was born.




Photo shoot with my kitty Tigger. His mom was a calico cat. I would call her Fuzzy or Mama (because she was super soft and fuzzy and she gave birth to 3 litters of three kittens each). I was a really creative child. Fuzzy was a stray until my brothers and I enticed her into our house with a trail of cat food. I LOVED animals as a kid.

And I still love certain animals...like Tigger.


Fiona whipped up these pizzas like a pro. They were delicious.

This picture epitomizes our differences.
We were going out for our first pedicure, so Fiona looks put-together and I look...like how I always look.

During the pedicure I was made very aware of just how ticklish I am.
But it was worth it. Look how pretty!


My mom's got skillz.


It's amazing how much fun you can have with a rope.
Even though it looks like it, this is not a jump rope. It's literally just a long piece of rope that we used for various games.
For future reference, here's a jump rope rhyme:
Ice cream, soda, cherry on top.
Who's your boyfriend, I forgot?
A, B, C,...

Aha! This is where I get my horns from.

We both have little wisps of hair that stick out like crazy.

"Look, Monica! I have a pink tooth!"





Monday, May 18, 2015

Moderation in all things

I've been thinking about this for awhile now and it's definitely something I need to work on. Here are some examples of when I have struggled with (or dismally failed at) being moderate that helped spark the idea for this post:
> One time Kristi and I ate chocolate chip cookies and a variety of Easter candy...for lunch. Oh, but we shared a peanut butter and honey sandwich...so we're golden.
> Browsing Netflix and realizing I've seen pretty much every cheesy romantic comedy out there. 
> Checking Instagram every 5 seconds...
> Taking so many pictures of nature you'd think I was a professional photographer for National Geographic.
> Eating half a pan of Kelsey's banana bars. And I wonder why I don't have a six pack... 
She bakes delectable desserts EVERY Sunday. It's posing a problem for me considering my major sweet tooth and lack of self-control...everyone has their own trials in life, ok? 
Like I said, being moderate is something I need to work on.
So, I have set some goals for myself and I look forward to working on them daily this summer.

Now here are some pictures from my life:
Just gonna ditch the whole moderation thing for a minute because I have a million pictures to share...

He's the cutest.


My brothers are pretty talented.
Name that movie. 
If you can't, dishonor on YOU! Dishonor on your COW! 
Hint: Don't guess Mulan.

Alexia: Will you hold my flowers please? But don't smell them. Only me and my prince can smell them.
Me: Ok, got it.
Me (internally): Awwwwww you are so adorable. I want a little girl!!

Or a little boy. Look at that face!


Omelets are the greatest.
Turns out I like veggies A LOT when they are enveloped by eggs and cheese and sprinkled with salt and pepper.

As promised...fuzzy willow decor at The Cottage. 
Maria renamed them because apparently their actual name contains a word that has another, inappropriate meaning. My bad...
Actually my naivety, which is kind of the opposite of bad...but I digress.

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I am reading Gone with the Wind. (Again.)
But this time I am actually going to finish it. I promise, Fiona.

 Aimee and Maria are leaving soon, so we had to get a roomie pic together.


Eeeeew.



BIKE PROM!!!
I went to my very first prom on Friday. Eek! And it was BIKE prom. That's right. I donned a dress and mounted my bike...and enjoyed myself immensely. I bet you didn't expect that since you didn't think the whole biking-in-a-dress thing was gonna work huh. Well. it did.
It was a stellar night. We biked 6 miles, danced for 2 hours and raided the food table numerous times. It was a really fun group. Here are some riddles for you from that night.
           Note #1: "Situation puzzles (sometimes called lateral thinking puzzles) are ones where you need to ask lots of yes or no questions to figure out what happened in the situation. These are good puzzles for groups where one person knows the puzzle and answers the questions"...so yeah, good luck.
           Note #2: If you're with a group of people trying to figure out one of these puzzles and you solve it, do NOT shout out the answer and make it common knowledge. That way you can: A) Not ruin it for everyone else. and B) Revel in the fact that you know something that they don't.

Riddle #1: (I actually figured this one out on my own before someone shouted out the answer.)
A man walks into a bar and asks for a drink of water. The bartender puts a gun to the man's head and the man leaves the bar, completely satisfied. What happened?

Riddle #2:
A man leaves home, goes straight, turns left, goes straight, turns left, goes straight, turns left, goes straight, and is back home again. What is his job?

Riddle #3:
A man is found dead in a pool of red with 53 bicycles around his head. How did he die?

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

BOLD

Yesterday I became the owner of these crimson beauties.
My sister said they are a bold fashion statement. If anyone else wore them...maybe. But let's be honest here, I am not fashion forward enough to make any kind of statement in fashion.
The statement I am making (to the world) is: I LIKE VIBRANT COLORS. They make me happy and therefore boost my confidence.
My friend Maria likes wearing lipstick. If she's feeling off or having a down day, all she has to do is throw on some red lipstick and BAM! She can take on the world.
Well, my new pants are MY "red lipstick." Since actually putting on makeup is too much of a hassle. 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mothers

To all women out there...
(for as Sheri L. Dew said, "Motherhood is more than bearing children...It is the essence of who we are as women.") 

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

One of the talks in my selected readings packet for LDS Marriage and Family is a talk by President Ezra Taft Benson from 1987. 
(Side note: I love this packet. I took this class 2 semesters ago, but I am going to keep it forever. It contains so many gold nuggets of wisdom. And they can be applied to anyone in any circumstances. I mean, getting married is less about finding the right person than it is about becoming the right person. And if it doesn't work out in this life, then it will in the next because Heavenly Father's promises are sure and all we can do is live righteously and be the best that we can be.)
Woah, that turned out to be a long side note...anywho, in his talk "To the Mothers in Zion," President Benson says, "No more sacred word exists in secular or holy writ than that of mother. There is no more noble work than that of a good and God-fearing mother." Powerful stuff right there. 

He goes on to quote David O. McKay, "Motherhood is the greatest potential influence either for good or ill in human life. The mother's image is the first that stamps itself on the unwritten page of the young child's mind. It is her caress that first awakens a sense of security; her kiss, the first realization of affection; her sympathy and tenderness, the first assurance that there is love in the world." 
Isn't that beautiful? It made tears come to my eyes just reading that and thinking about my own beautiful mother. She definitely made me feel loved. And I love her so much. 
And I love my grandmas too. I didn't get to know my Abuelita Elvira very well, but I know she was a wonderful mom. And Grammy K, I love you! I have you and your mad quilting skills to thank for my awesome t-shirt quilt. We put all of those XC, track, girls' camp, band, and youth conference shirts to good use. 

Mami, te quiero con todo mi corazón.

Mothers are the best.