I'm quite certain that if you went back on my blog, there is a post that is exactly like this one.
Here comes September again! I love September. Kids are back in school and it always feels like the right time to start new routines and create some goals and resolutions. This past summer was great. In fact, our entire year has been quite awesome. We finally made our big move to the town of Rimbey, Alberta and we are starting to feel quite settled in to our new home. In fact, just today, I had my first "I hate this f***ing house day" so that must mean that we're home.
So this September is completely different than any other September as this September is the first one that I have been unemployed for. We managed to keep ourselves incredibly busy over the summer with a whole lot of camping trips and a vacation to BC, so I didn't really have the opportunity to wonder what I was going to do with all of my time, but come next Tuesday, WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING T…
My birthday is November 22. I'm a Cusp; both a Scorpio and a Sagittarius. Throughout my entire life, I always associated myself with Scorpio. I'm not one to follow astrology. In fact, I rarely look at it, but more recently when I have looked at my horoscope as a Scorpio, I sometimes can't see myself relating to it at all. A little while ago, as a result of Pinterest and others pinning posts of their sign, I took it upon myself to explore Sagittarius, my other sign. I have to say, I was intrigued at how relative the horoscopes and traits were to my current life.. I've never researched what exactly it means to be a cusp, but I'm wondering if it's possible that it means that you will change who you are throughout the course of your life. I've always felt that I'm changing, that I'm becoming a different person, that I've never truly reached my potential. That, or I've been forcing myself to try to be a person that I was never meant to b…
Certainly you all remember sweet little Penelope. My adorable little drunk kitten? Perhaps she started out too young... Well, apparently, Penelope has reached all new levels of drunkeness and is passing out in rather inappropriate places. I have found her in my towel drawer and on the printer. She's constantly on random shelves, in the bathtub, and sometimes can only make it halfway up the stairs to her cat house. But these new antics of hers? Well, things are getting a little bit ridiculous.
With unemployment now being a prominent part of my life, I find myself caring a little more about my environment as I seem to be spending quite a bit of time in it. One of the things that was on the top of my to-do list was my front yard (much to my husband's dismay).
Now because I'm absolutely terrible at remembering to take pictures, I don't have one that can show how awful and weedy our front yard was. However, I did remember to take one before we covered all of the dirt with landscaping fabric. We had already pulled all the weeds by this point, but it gives you an idea of what we were dealing with.
I'm not a garden person and I have no idea how to identify any plants other than dandelions (and I could be wrong about those sometimes too), so planting a flower garden wasn't something that I was willing to take on. There was one thing that I knew I could keep alive though: rocks!
Ahhhh...Fridays! Rest days. Wonderful days. The best days.
This has been a great week; a week filled with motivation and success. I loved it!
But now it's time to wind down, relax, and enjoy something wonderful: wine.
I had text my husband today to see what he wanted to do tonight. The conversation went something like this:
So the guy comes home with 2 bottles of wine and we start our yoga DVD ... which I soon realize is THE worst yoga DVD EVER! I, accidentally, got distracted with supper while it was playing, but husband carried on. Small one #2 even joined him:
While they did that, I did this:
Tomorrow's run might be a lil' bit slower....... Have a great weekend!
My husband and I are usually on the same page when it comes to parenting. What I say goes and that's that. I'm the better parent, we both know it. He sucks, I rock. I win. Except for when I'm drunk....errrr....
Sometimes my husband is on a different page than me though....in a completely different book. Like this weekend for example...
I went out for my second run since moving to Rimbey, Alberta. There isn't much for running/walking trails around here so I'm very appreciative of the one trail that they do have! Rhett was in her glory running alongside me. She'll be a good running buddy!
My decision to keep two blogs going has quickly changed. I'm focusing solely on The Drunk Runner, mainly because it has a way better name. I'm only moving over a couple of posts from the other one and only to have things make more sense to me.
Here's the short version of how the past 3 months have gone: listed house, sold house, found new house, moved, and happy!
We are now 1 1/2 hours closer to where my husband works and everything is going great. I'll post a bit later about our choice of home, but the short version is that we decided to downsize and bank some serious cash. So far, so good. I didn't think I would be using the word "downsize" until my kids were long gone and our grandchildren were too busy to visit. And I definitely didn't expect to be doing it when my kids were only 6 and 8. I have to admit that it's been a lot easier than I expected it to be. So far, our challenges have been easily defeated.
As small as it sounds, one …
Sorry I've been MIA. Our family finally bit the bullet and sold our house and moved! You can check out some of the details of that on my new blog: Life Less Crazy. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to pull off having two blogs, or if it's really even necessary really, but I figure I'll give it a shot. I've always been slightly bipolar, so this should at least keep me blogging on one of them, right? Yeah, you're right, probably not.....
So what does this move mean for the The Drunk Runner? Well, first of all, it means that I'm quite unemployed. Very unemployed, actually. I'm enjoying this. I do absolutely nothing all day long and then act like I'm really tired at night when my husband gets home. I'm totally kidding. I do actually do things: lots of organizing, TONNES of yard work, and I mix in doing absolutely nothing when I have the time. I can't say that I've picked it up with the fitness, yet, but…
I'm trying to find some new recipes for my morning requirement of eggs. It's been less than two weeks on the new nutrition plan and I am SO sick of them. I'm not an egg fan to begin with as the texture has always triggered my gag reflex. Some days I can handle them, some days I can't handle them at all. I'm trying to brainstorm a few ideas to try to make my morning breakfast more appealing.
What I should be eating in the mornings (according to the nutrition plan prescribed for me):
1 whole egg 1/2 c. egg whites 1 slice of Sprouted Grain Bread
Last night I completed my second "Monday" workout. It wasn't nearly as difficult as I found it last week and I believe there are a few reasons for that:
1) I did not run 3 miles before I attempted the routine (introducing my inner over achiever) 2) I now have adequate nutrition (Dear God, let's hope as I'm eating 1600 calories a day) 3) Maybe, just maybe, I'm a little bit stronger after only one week of being back in the gym (No? Shut up, yes I am)
Happy New Year to all my drunk runner friends! I hope you all had a safe and happy night last night. Big G and I kept it low key around here; we weren't really feeling the big hoop-la of it all. Nonetheless, we had a great time playing some games with friends and then finished the night off to sounds of fireworks (sounds, as we weren't exactly sure where the fireworks were coming from) in our glorious hot tub!
So, as always, it's resolution time. January first could be defined as the biggest Monday of the year: time to start with new goals, and purge the bad habits. My goals aren't all that new. Same goals, different strategy.
I had a life goal to be in the best shape of my life for my 30th birthday. That goal was not reached....at all....not even close. I accidentally forgot to try......
So I developed a new goal to be in the best shape of my life for my 30s and I'm on my way. When say "on my way", what I really mean is that I'm on Day 6, but h…