Running.

I do not like running- I just tell my body that it likes it and that it will reap the benefits of a natural butt lift.

Yayaya. running has a lot of great benefits but does anyone ever talk about all the terrible things that happens when you run- including awesome weight gain and bodily injuries.

This brings me to- ME RUNNING- imagine me running- heavy breathing ( almost sounds like I'm dying) ...and feet clomping ( I honestly sounds like a horse) ..I keep telling myself that I am running a 10k in June- but in the last few weeks my willpower is shrinking. I think it's because although I felt my body toning up when I began running - I gained 10lbs. Honestly sick. When you weigh 120- to gain 10 lbs is a lot of weight...( I know I know muscle weight- right...) And we can also blame my lack of motivation on the current weather in Colorado- freezing with a chance of rain, snow, hail- mixed with 20 minute intervals of sunshine.

Why don't I run on a treadmill you may ask? Let's make a long story( several long stories) short and say my treadmill running skills are terrible- I have fallen to the point of near concussion at least 3 times in the past 10 years. LAUGH IT UP.

Waiting for Sun - and then I will get my butt into gear- so if you live up here in the fridgid cold you may see me or HEAR me puffing away ...

Sleep.

I feel like I'm in a rut lately. I can't seem to wake up- at all. With Ryan being home more I've become a little more slower to rise- kinda wishing to myself ( and sometimes verbalizing it) that Ryan would just spring out of our warm bed and get the kids and their poopy hungry butts. Is that lazy? Maybe. I don't really care though. I've always liked sleep. Even growing up I was an amazing sleeper/napper. During College I would much rather go to bed early then stay up late and party. ( which I did almost every night) Loser? Maybe- but I love sleep that much. Not even I can come close to the best sleeper I know- Miss Jenny Wyllie. She's a marathon sleeper. That's why we clicked in college- we would much rather sleep, watch the oc and have dance parties. There were some weekends that I remember Jenny sleeping for almost 24 hours at a time. I was her human alarm clock senior year to make sure she was up to go teach little psychos in the classroom. oh Sleep- we love thee.

Anyways- I thought when you got older you need less sleep? That's a lie folks- I feel like every year I need a little more sleep. Ugh. Dreaming of the days when more sleep exsists in my little life.

Home-made Oreos

I forgot to mention- that you MUST make these oreos . You Must. I'm hungry just thinking about them.

Recipe is from Smitten Kitchen ( which in my honest opinion has some of the best recipes ever)

http://smittenkitchen.com/2007/05/my-kingdom-for-a-glass-of-milk/

The Big Day.

My New Birthday Flats
(PS- If you make fun of my fat feet I will beat you up )

My birthday summed up in 1 word was - HILARIOUS. No Really. It seemed to start pretty good- hubby bought me my favorite champagne on the eve of my birthday and gave me a full body rub- ( don't worry I won't go into further detail of what happened that night) but - it was a good Birthdays Eve- followed by tea and cinnamon rolls, roses and marzipan ( one of my favorite treats)

The hilarity began around 12. My good friend county girl was over visiting with her kiddos- hubby was out- and my parents arrived. My mom mentioned earlier that she was going to bring me lunch for my birthday (nice, right?) - not so. I felt like I was 12 again and getting into trouble for having my friend stay past bedtime or something. So my mom came in mad that I wasn't expecting her and then went on to make my friend feel like the scum of the earth for being there- ( wait it's my birthday right). The whole thing was messed up and I ended up going to county girls house to apologize profusely ( and give her her cell which she left when she abruptly was shoved out the door). I'm not exageratting either. I felt like I was 12 . 12 people. On the only day that is mine alone ( well and Suri Cruise but I'm older and demand more..)

So maybe next year we can have round 2 and I will feel like I'm a whole year older ( 13). So Ryan and I decided to do a redo of my big day and go to Denver and leave the kids with my parents. It was such a good day and I've offically decided to change my birthday to April 19th- which is a really good day because my awesome grandma was born on that day 79 years ago.

Some things I would like to accomplish this year-

1. Completely change my food in my pantry to organic

2. Only eat Red Meat 1 time a week

3. Take Vitamins EVERYDAY

4. Take 1 day a month to have Girls Night

5. Tell my husband I love him every hour

6. Make my Bed 4 times a week

Bowls On my Want List- Courtesy of Laurisa Ballew ( lover of my soul)

Another year older.

Is it just ME or does your birthday not really matter anymore? Maybe I'm just getting more boring with old age. I remember growing up and every year on my birthday getting so excited- now I'm wondering why I'm not getting the same effect. Maybe my inching towards 30 is freaking me out. But I'm not going to complain- this past year has been a good and full one. May-Starting off with me not going back to work full time - which equals me trying to figure out what to do all day to entertain myself and 2 small crazies. July- Ryan picked up a second job - which lead to more time being a single mom August- Little bro moves in our basement October- St. Maarteen with Ryan( let's try to forget that there was a hurricane) oh and let's not forget finding out our rental house was in foreclosure. November- My parents moving into our basement and Andy moving out. December- Jenny's wedding in Kansas City ( mommy got to escape for a few awesome days) and let's not forget the Housing deal falling through at the last minute = depression. January- FINALLY getting our house back to ourselves , celebrating Coco's 1st bday February- Finley's first surgery= a completely different child in a good way! Celebrating Fin & Ryan's Bdays with a spiderman themed party ( Ryan you know you loved it) March- Ryan decides to sell his half of his business and do something new ( the verdict is still out on this one- if we're millionaires by next year I will say this was a good move :) Which leads of to April...the month of my beloved birth. It's funny how the presents we want changes over the course of our lives. For instance I just bought myself new bedding for our bedroom and that was my birthday present. And ya know what- I'm excited about it! Don't worry I will take a picture of the before and after pictures! Ok- I'm tired of writing- stay tuned tomorrow I will try to blog about what I want to accomplish in my 26th year.

What Makes It Worth While.

By the end of most days I have little to no energy to accomplish anything in my life. Each and every night after the kids are (forced) in bed- I try to pick up the destruction of toys, food particles, books, diapers ( don't even try to say once in a while dirty diapers aren't laying around your house) - unhygenic ? Maybe. I never really feel like my house is "clean" per say. It's impossible with my 2 - if I clean it up they are even more determined to destroy and conquer- and I know it's completely normal and I accept it. So how in the heck do some of your mommies do it? Most of my mommy friends live in chaos like I do- but some of you ( no names will be involved) hhhhh..my mother being one of these few- how is your house so clean and organized? I need some tips? And no it doesn't count if you have a live-in nanny- (if you have a live in nanny we can't be friends anyways). So my destroyers are crazy- lately my midget has been so clingy it's killing me. He won't let me put him down and although I love his fatness I could do without his snot trails on every single one of my shirts. Sick. And my gentle giant has joined in with the midget in these awesome high pitched screaming for no reason rants. This always is a positive when I'm fighting a migrane...someone tell me how to explain to a 1 year old how to stop screaming- my gentle giant pretends to be deaf so no advice needed with him. Ok getting to the part that makes all this joy worth it- the other night as we gathered for dinner- (I will save that topic fo another post)- Finley finishes dinner, walks over to Ryan - kisses him and says " I love you Daddy." We both got tears in our eyes- I was thinking to myself maybe after 3 long years of being a psycho he is finally coming around. That warm fuzzy feeling lasted for about 5 minutes- and then he was whining about something. But in those 5 long minutes I can see an end in sight for my gentle giant- he is making progress- and those minutes made all the bad ones worth it ...

My Want List.

I decided to show you all my current wants. I have a lot but I've narrowed it down to the things I'm a little obsessed with. Is that bad? Don't get too excited for me- with my dreamer husband and his new buisness plan I don't see anything new in my future :)

Both Courtesy of West Elm

Vintage Pyrex Courtesy of Etsy

Picture Courtesy of Etsy

Cookies Courtsey of Etsy

Flats Courtesy of Steve Madden

Courtesy of Mod Cloth