Dear Mothers of Sons

I know that child rearing is hard. Or at least it looks to me like it is hard. But I have one or two opinions on how you should raise your son.

One in particular for today.

Teach the boy to cook.

He doesn't need to be a 5-Star chef (that might be a little intimidating in fact) but he needs to be able to throw something together better than burnt bread with spaghetti sauce and a microscopic amount of cheese on top and call it pizza.

If you did teach him to make that and call it pizza, what planet are you from? Have you ever been to Italy? Or New York? Or Pizza Hut?

I don't think burnt bread with sauce and a little cheese can be classified as "pizza."

I'm not sure if it is even a meal.

And it sure ain't date worthy. (woops don't tell my momma I said ain't)

So to my friends who are mothers to sons: tonight as you sit around the dinner table think about what dish you will teach your son to cook when he is older.

Spaghetti. Steak. Something from a take out box you put in your own dish.

Just not something that will leave his date coughing up dry scratchy bread. Its just not lady like. thanks and gig'em!

An Affair to Remember

I recently read an article in Runners World about the affair you have with running. They said the time you spend with husband, kids etc decreases as your race nears, and its like an affair...except its with your hot and sweaty self and a road.

Fortunately my race is....Sunday...and I can't wait to meet this hunk I've been dreaming of

Currently:

My Life = f(Running, Christmas Carousel)

EventuallyHopefully Some Day:

My Life=f(Blogging, Laundry, Friends, Running)

Apology Accepted??

Dear Brady,
Instead of throwing the ketchup on you, I guess I should have just bought you this shirt.




Well, maybe ending up w ketchup on you wasn't so bad, you have a baby with the girl that washed your shirt, and an awesome friend named Penny.


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What Not to Wear

So, MM told me I had to buy this cute (must have been made of diamonds) sundress while on one of those crazy shopping trips that you can only have with a good friend.

(other purchases included rhinestone tatoos, a pearl snap onezie and single serve bloody mary mixes)

I wear the dress every chance I get. One particular night, the plan was to go dancing and then got changed to bowling.

Should I change? No, I look good in it. Everything looks dumb with bowling shoes.

So, I wore said dress bowling. I learned a very important lesson.

Dating lesson: Strapless bras and sports don't mix.

Pep in My Step

I think about a lot of things while running.

Tonight, I thought about my friends, my future and how good I was looking in my new Brooks running skort (Capulin may eat my lunch, but at least I will look cute while it does!).

I ran past two guys and waved. The following conversation occured.

Guy #1: Hello

Me: (panting) Hey man

Guy #1: Looking good, looking good. You keep it up girl.

Yeah. Maybe he was pushing a trash can around the parking lot of an apartment building. But it gave me that little extra boost I needed. Doesn't take much with me these days.

Dating Lesson: flattery, boys, it will get you far.

Rule One and Rule Two

I have two criteria that every guy must meet before I will consider dating him.

1) he must have both a fitted and a flat sheet on his bed.

2) he cannot wear camo outside of deer season.

(preferably, no camo at all but that really narrows down my field and my mom told me not to be tooo picky)

I realize some of you may see flaws in my logic. Perhaps that is true. But these rules serve a purpose and have been painstakingly and carefully crafted over the past four years with the help of my mysterious life coach.

You don't have to follow them if you don't want to. But I will. So what if someday I want to be an old maid with two cats, a dog and a rabbit that dreams about firemen. thankyouverymuch.

Oh crap, I already have two cats, a dog and a rabbit. and I may or may not daydream about firemen.

what's worse? v.2

What's Worse?

Going on a date with:

a vegetarian

--or--

someone who says George Who??

I may have done both, but I would advise against either.