Thursday, May 19, 2011

Groundhog Day... and TIHT

Good morning everyone!

I had Physical Therapy last night, and I feel like we're making some progress on this tendonitis.  I told him I needed to run the Fox Cities Marathon in the fall... and he told me I was addicted to running like a crackhead is addicted to crack.... and then after I told him all about the race this past weekend, he said I was more like a crack dealer, because I get all my friends addicted too... ha. 

I still don't know when I'm going to be able to run, but he has me on the elliptical for 25 minutes 3 times/week... so I hope we're getting close.  I've really been trying to stay away from Dr. Google... because, well, it can be terrifying.  I learned that lesson back when I was told I had monoamniotic twins (later found out they were diamniotic)... man, you do not want to google that phrase when you're pregnant... a lot of places will tell you the survival rate of these twins is about 50%.  Thankfully, the survival rate is much higher now... anyway, I digress.

The other day, I had an awful day.... Woke up groggy a half an hour after my alarm was supposed to go off... sped to the gym... ran inside... only to find I had locked my damn keys in my car.  Ugh.  My momma was nice enough to come bail me out... but it set the tone for the day.  Took the kids to the grocery store, and for the first time ever they screamed like madmen.. the whole time.  I was totally one of those moms.  It was weird too how I totally didn't even feel embarassed like I had imagined I would.  People were looking at me like I was nutso though when I made up a song about my "Screamy McScreamerpants".  Ah well.

 Luckily, my day took an awesome turn when I got home:


Don't judge me for the big mounds of trash and micellaneous crap piled on the side of the garage.  In our defense, we are renovating the garage... and you totally can't see that side from the road.

Haha.  Oh, and if you don't want to watch the video, it's a groundhog.  And it's super cute.  In fact, just skip to like 1:25 to see the cutest groundhog face ever.  I'll admit, I was a little scared when he backed out of the hole, because maybe I was encountering a particularly vicious breed of groundhog... which is why I felt the need to talk him down like a crazy weilding a gun "...be cool, dude..." 

And now!


When I wake up to the peaceful sound of rain falling on the roof, but when I go to open my patio door to feel the fresh air on my face, I get a big lungful of that awful worm-smell.  Ugh. I hate worm-smell.


I know guys, I too can't wait til I can go back about writing about running.. thanks for sticking around.. :)

7 comments:

  1. You are the second person I have ever "met" in my life that notices "worm smell".

    I do not smell the worms. I just smell wet earth. Wait...do worms smell like wet earth? Because if they do, then I totally love worm smell. I do however hate running on worms after a rain. No doubt one day I will fall and break my leg and people will ask "how did you break your leg?" and I will say "worms". Which is far less cool than when I broke my leg the last time when I got to answer "playing rugby".

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  2. awww I love your new pet. Groundhogs are too cute. I'm glad he didn't attack you...

    You hate all the good smells - campfire and worm smell are two of the best smells ever!

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  3. So glad there's progress with the tendinitis! Hmm, I don't know if I've ever noticed worm smell!

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  4. Thanks Lindsey. :)

    Uh.. Rachel and Amy, you guys are disgusting. I can imagine the smell right now so vividly it makes me a little sick. And Amy, bad ass on the rugby. I want to do roller derby, but the level of commitment is huge... so it'll have to wait til the kids get bigger.

    Nick says we have to live trap the groundhog... something about our garage falling down or something. Men. Don't they know cuteness trumps structural stability?

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  5. hey...how do you pronounce that acronym?? It's making me giggle

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  6. You don't like CAMPFIRE SMELL?

    Well. That's just un-American.

    If you don't like campfire smell, the terrorists win.

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  7. I don't even know how I found your blog, but I may have just found my soul sister. I had to hold my sleeve across my face today when I went outside so I wouldn't have to gag on nasty wormy smell.

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