The dentist is SCARY

Aug12

I have an irrational fear of my teeth falling out. I have never actaully had that happen to me and I really have good teeth, so I have no idea why I’m a crazy person about this. I shake in terror at the thought of not having any teeth and having to feel that gummy-ness in my mouth….ick.

(That’s right Dad, I’m talking to you):

Anyway….I had to get my teeth cleaned today. No cavities (again) and my dentist told me I get an A+ for healthy teeth. But WHY does my dental hygenist go at my teeth like she is scouring her bathtub?!

She’s really nice though. Just painful with those shovels, pick-axes, and butcher knives she uses to clean my shiny teeth.

My teeth are clean now and a little sore. But I guess we all suffer for beauty…some of us more than others! (hee hee) BUT I will keep these teeth until I die!! Suck it, Dad.

To some (lucky) future girl:

Aug10

I have both pity and hope for the poor clueless girl who will someday marry this adorable red head:

The poor unsuspecting soul will have to endure love notes like this:

I overheard this conversation between Little Red and his friend as they were playing together:

Friend: I have a girlfriend. Let’s write her a love note.

LR: Okay (starts to furiously scribble):

Dear Girl,

Your heart is so delicious, it smells like a cherry.

XOXO (he said these letters specifically)

So good luck with that, sister.

I am the PEE QUEEN

Aug8

People were very productive at work today….I dealt with a LOT of this:

We have fantastic stickers to stick onto urine specimens. They make me giggle every time:

WHAT would I stick these stickers on?!

Maybe this:

I wish my cats would do this. I guess being busy with the urine waterfall is much better than this:

That’s right….it could always be worse!

And just because this is a running blog, let’s have some pee and running. They go together like white and rice.

Excuse me….I need to go to the “powder room”.

I love dogs…I think.

Aug6

I got a new puppy about a month ago. She is a shiz tsu and she’s SOOOOO bad.

I'm good....really I am.

Dang cute, though. That’s the only thing saving her life right now. WHY won’t she stop pooping everywhere?! She’s got the pee-pee thing down outside, so COME ON. I have another shiz tsu who is old and decrepit and HATES the new dog. He growls, barks, bites, and smacks…awesome.

But at least she’s cute. She could look like my Dad’s dog:

I'M SO UGLY

We are not even sure it really is a dog. Or which end is the face.

Why no….I DON’T have anything better to do than force my cute kid to take pictures of ourselves.

Latest Race

Aug1

I ran the Ponca City Earth Day 5K with my friend Keri. I LOVE her…she is great to run with. We compliment each other well. When we run, I talk a lot and she listens. When we are not running, she talks a lot MORE and I like to listen! This girl cracks me up on a daily basis.

This race was pretty small, but I liked that everybody running it was really friendly. This was certainly not my fastest race because it was HILLY. And we ran through the “richer” section of town and all the streets were uneven bricks. I was terrified I was about to snap my ankles with every step.

We had a really good time. The only thing I would have liked better was if they had kept traffic away from us more. At one point, we were on the main road through town and traffic was whizzing by like we weren’t even there! I hope I can convince her to run a half-marathon with me some day…

The doughnuts speak to me….

Aug1

I am convinced that food talks to you. Especially the chocolate doughnuts.

I TRY to ignore them….but they love me and I love them.

I told Little Red not to eat a doughnut (at 10:30 at night) because they for in the morning. He comes outside 15 minutes later very upset and tells me: “Mom, I accidentally ate a doughnut”. HOW??? Did it jump into your mouth, son?!

I buy that….those doughnuts have been known to do this.

I got to see my family in MO. I love the zoo at my sister’s house that involves this main attraction:

And also these monkeys that I happen to be related to:

And my best friend:

Don’t ask me about the hair. This is what happens when it 345 degrees outside and you forget your calm-down hair slime.

Much better today, yes??

Tomorrow is the day that I can resume the “normal” running schedule. I hate it when co-workers go on vacation…how rude.

My favorite topic: ME

Jun24

We just got back from vacation in MO with my Dad and stepmom. And what did I do besides take pictures of myself? Not much!

My stepmom:

Me and my favorite boys:

And I got to see my pretty niece:

Oh….and one more picture of yours truly:

My First Time

Mar27

I bet that post title got you to read this!!

So this isn’t about what you think…this is my first post and I’m really excited to start! (I know…nerdy) I had a really fabulous Sunday:

I made this cake that looks like it was run over by the car:

It’s called Fuzzy Navel Cake because you are supposed to make it with Peach Schnapps. I don’t like Schnapps, but I LOVE rum! So you marinate the peaches overnight in rum, sugar, and OJ. Forget about what the cake looks like (it got stuck in the pan)…you don’t even see the cake as you are shoving it down your gullet as fast as humanly possible.

I didn’t get to run because my husband vacuumed and dusted the ceiling fans. Allergies went NUTS. So what to do? Take pictures of myself!!

I want to get outside!! It was too cold this morning anyway…31F and I don’t do cold. Or windy. Or snow. Or extreme heat. Hmmmm…when do I ever go outside, you ask? Good question! Apparently only when it’s 70 degrees and rainy.

Little Red is back from Nana and Papa’s so he and I got to hang out yesterday. We went shopping and went to church. Oh…and took more pictures of ourselves:

Classes start tomorrow and I am so happy to get started so I can get DONE. I’m running in the morning and if I get stuck on the treadmill again, I’ll just watch some Grey’s Anatomy on the iPad. Have to go to work, too…just when I was getting used to sitting on my booty watching crappy TV all day. And popping Benadryl like crack. (Do you pop crack? I think you shoot it…or snort it? Crap, I don’t know!)

RedHeadRunner

Running without tripping over my own feet.