<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268</id><updated>2011-11-30T17:20:01.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unequivocally Moe</title><subtitle type='html'>“I aim here only at revealing myself, who will perhaps be different tomorrow, if I learn something new which changes me.” – Montaigne</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1753</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1221726323301572353</id><published>2011-11-16T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:26:59.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotation of the day</title><content type='html'>Today's is this from Oscar Wilde: "If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about this often when Christmas comes around. When I was in high school I would always use Christmas break to reread Stephen King's "It". I love that book and I haven't read it in a long time. Maybe I'll have to do that again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am an avid re-reader of books. I love experiencing a book again and discovering something new that I had missed the first time around, or being reminded of a favorite moment that impacted my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to find my next re-readable book. :) Suggestions welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1221726323301572353?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1221726323301572353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1221726323301572353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1221726323301572353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1221726323301572353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/quotation-of-day.html' title='Quotation of the day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5373906639396220960</id><published>2011-11-13T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:23:26.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for some motivation to run and workout. I think I found that last night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5373906639396220960?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5373906639396220960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5373906639396220960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5373906639396220960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5373906639396220960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1937856680520073293</id><published>2011-11-10T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:28:30.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes to self again</title><content type='html'>Don't talk politics or religion with MS. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun week at work. I put together a flyer for a holiday party our work will be having next month. I have received 3 emails requesting that I call it a Christmas Party instead of a holiday party. "Don't take Christ out of Christmas!" To that I said, "That's what I'm trying not to do by making it generic and calling it a holiday party - it's a bunch of food and drinking...not really honoring Christ with that." Plus we're a civil service kind of place...probably less issues with legal concerns by calling it a holiday party over Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's stirred the pot a bit. And it's stirred some controversy even at home. So note to self: don't talk politics or religion at home. :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1937856680520073293?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1937856680520073293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1937856680520073293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1937856680520073293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1937856680520073293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/notes-to-self-again.html' title='Notes to self again'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6506007021872954047</id><published>2011-10-31T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:57:29.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Rocks</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year when my mom's gutters get full of leaves (on her house - in case there's any confusion) and so I help her out. We've come up with a system that works well for us. I start by climbing up a rickety old ladder my Dad used when he was in construction over 20 years ago, then she hands up the yellow broom and then her leaf blower. I dig out the thick sessions, sweep out the rest and then blow the crap out of it all. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a beautiful fall day, so I was excited to be on the roof. Plus I had baked a bit this morning so I was in a good mood. And it's always fun to hang out with mom. So I had her take some photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty "high and mighty" as it were. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE3BzrXhsKM/Tq9P8q1-t_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/2lZdGUvgS1U/s1600/20111013%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE3BzrXhsKM/Tq9P8q1-t_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/2lZdGUvgS1U/s320/20111013%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - this is my normal look during this event. The fun part is when the wind would blow back the leaves down my shirt, into my bra, and sometimes even down my pants. You gotta love leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3f71E7mkqBM/Tq9QNZhz2QI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/soi2KHy2nK0/s1600/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3f71E7mkqBM/Tq9QNZhz2QI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/soi2KHy2nK0/s320/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Halloween costume. Oh wait, maybe this is just me on a normal day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IeFpy81FQs/Tq9Q-42V8GI/AAAAAAAAA0k/z4TTDE5YQaI/s1600/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IeFpy81FQs/Tq9Q-42V8GI/AAAAAAAAA0k/z4TTDE5YQaI/s320/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom rocks... she raked the whole backyard and then sucked up and mulched all the leaves, then stuffed the leaf bags and took them to the dump. And she's in her 60's. She's amazing and makes me really happy. Love her! She amazes me every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFxUOsxg5j8/Tq9RI03j1iI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ugcnwTEnkD8/s1600/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFxUOsxg5j8/Tq9RI03j1iI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ugcnwTEnkD8/s320/20111031%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6506007021872954047?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6506007021872954047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6506007021872954047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6506007021872954047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6506007021872954047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mom-rocks.html' title='My Mom Rocks'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dE3BzrXhsKM/Tq9P8q1-t_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/2lZdGUvgS1U/s72-c/20111013%2B-%2BLeaves%2Bat%2BMoms%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2729931232364062541</id><published>2011-10-24T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:27:22.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I ran a nearby marathon. Normally I run my TCM, but I had to work that weekend and I think I was (am) still a little bitter about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me just say that it's amazing how things sometimes just don't go your way. The morning started rough - not the race, the morning as a whole. The night before there was a huge party downstairs in the hotel which kept us up until 2am. Actually, I think I slept through the first stint, woke up briefly at 10:30, then again at 12:30, then 2, then 3:30 then 4:30 when we had to get up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel had set up a shuttle for runners to leave at 6:10 - 6:10! for an 8am race? UGH! I spent most of the morning going back and forth between skirt and tights. I ended up opting for skirt because I knew by the time the marathon was finishing up (for me) I'd be uber warm. But not realizing that the starting area had almost zero shelters (one bus stop was available but packed until about 7:30, and porta potties which I hung out in as long as I could), I should have gone with the tights. Hindsight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the race started out great. I loved it! I was cruising (for me) along the first mile with the 5hr pace group because I didn't want to start out too fast, but I was feeling awesome. I didn't think I really picked up pace but suddenly I was about 50 ft behind the 4:45 group and still feeling awesome. My mind was clear, I was loving this, I started doing the math of how to finish strong at 5:13 (my goal) because I knew I'd fall back a little, but still staying strong to stay just behind the 4:45 group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was working great, even up the 5mile hill (I even said to a woman after she said, "you conquered that hill!", "There was a hill?" with a grin - I felt great.) and then I hit the down hill, left turn slope between 6 and 7 and my knees started screaming. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it down the hill, walked briefly and then headed up the immediate steep hill on the other side. I almost made it up without walking, but had to accommodate a bit for the knee pain. Got to the top and I was now about 200 ft behind the 4:45 but still in front of 5. Okay, i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the knees began their gradual pain and spasm frenzy. At 10 I was passed by the 5hr group. At 13 I wanted to drop but didn't know where MS was or how to get a hold of him for him to know (i don't run w/ my phone - he had it and was biking to meet me along the route). So I pressed forward. At 14 I met MS, way behind 5hr but ahead of 5:30 and I could walk, but when I ran the jarring would move the pain around my knees. But I kept pressing forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during this time I realized that I had tied my shoes when my feet were cold, and so as my feet heated up and swelled up, the shoes were just a wee bit too tight and with that pressure caused pain on the tops of my ankles (right where the tongue meets the leg). That wasn't fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before 17 I met up with MS and had a mini-breakdown for a mile, sobbing, trying to run or at least shuffle, and freaking out about my time. I was still okay having passed 15 at 3:05, but I was still freaking out. He biked ahead to meet me at 18 which was at the bottom of this really steep hill which is where my true breakdown occurred. He helped me through that and then rode ahead to find a medic and an ace bandage for my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found one at mile 20 and wrapped my left one which was hurting the worst at the time. That helped and I was able to shuffle some more off and one. At 21 we wrapped the right knee but he taped it a bit tight so we had to pull that off at 22. After that I was on my own. I couldn't risk anymore stops for time - I just had to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the race was shuffle-walking and trying to press forward. Every hill was supposedly "the last one" which was pissing me off. I love volunteers, don't get me wrong, but know the route people! The last part was also a lot of backtracking (at least how i felt) and that sucked. I also don't think we needed to run through the little barnyard part in the park but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bikers, Hartman, rode with me 24 to the end which was great. He kept my mind off of things while he asked me questions about training and which marathons I really like (TCM!). I ended up finishing, but so not with the time I wanted. I know I finished and that's a great accomplishment but I'm not making my 5hr time that I really want. And the race official's were still nice enough to give me my finisher's shirt and medal even though I was 5 minutes long. But considering my Garmin had it at 6.41, I figure I deserve it. :) Yeah, official time 6:05:23. Sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide that this is way too late in the season for me to run. My mind isn't completely in the game as work tends to encompass my life in October, so if I can't run TCM, or something no later than a week after that, I won't be running one that year (or I'll have to run earlier). But I'm not running this one again. It was decent, but the hills were way too brutal on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy thought - this was a weird year for me...but a good one. I ran 4 new races - Fargo 5K, Fargo half, Jack 15 and now this one (on top of my Irishman in March and 10K in May). That's a step up for me - a girl of routine. But I think next year, I'll be back to my normal routine. I do know that I don't have to work during TCM next year, so at least that one will be on track. Now, I just need to rest for a bit and then find a decent training program and use it. I also have about 20-30 pounds to lose, which would help immensely. But for now, I just need to rest and get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2729931232364062541?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2729931232364062541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2729931232364062541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2729931232364062541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2729931232364062541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/marathon-weekend.html' title='Marathon Weekend'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3368550006786956387</id><published>2011-10-15T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:20:52.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with friends</title><content type='html'>Got to run with my friend, Eric H., today! Woot! We haven't seen each other in few years (since grad school) so we spent a lot of the run talking, which is great for people who can run fast and talk. I'm not one of those, so I struggled and made Eric walk a lot more than he usually does. But it was great to catch up! And a beautiful day for a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun moment, we're coming to the end of our run so I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or not, but I could have swore I saw a woman on a bike coming toward us with a snowy owl on her shoulder. Then I thought it must just be a white plastic bag wrapped around something and sticking out of her backpack. But THEN as she got closer it turned out to BE a bird - a parrot we decided - a white one. We weren't sure but it sure looked that way, so Eric turned around to confirm. Yep! How insane is that? And of course, neither of us had a camera so you'll have to take our word on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric also brought me a scotcheroo as a treat. Each Thursday he goes to his local coffee place and has a scotcheroo and posts this on FaceBook. So every Thursday I "live vicariously" through him. Long story, but that was a tasty way to finish a great run. Now I owe him cookies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3368550006786956387?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3368550006786956387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3368550006786956387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3368550006786956387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3368550006786956387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/running-with-friends.html' title='Running with friends'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7716920151447682868</id><published>2011-10-14T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:26:53.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Expo</title><content type='html'>Mom and I have a standing date for the women's expo that's in town. I take the day off and we go early to camp out in hopes of getting one of the free 200 gift bags. So far we've done well in getting them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we got there around 10 (the doors open at 2) and we sat, chatted and played some cribbage while we waited. Once we got in the doors, we bee-lined for a corner to go through our bags. Last year we didn't until we got home and we discovered there were a bunch of coupons and specials IN the bag that we didn't get to use because we were supposed to take them to the booths directly. So this year we made a point to go through the bag first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, there wasn't much in the bag for coupons, but we did get some cool stuff. The expo itself was fun. Mom and I always have a good time at this, and it's fun to have a Mom/Daughter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have our calendar's marked for next year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7716920151447682868?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7716920151447682868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7716920151447682868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7716920151447682868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7716920151447682868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/womens-expo.html' title='Women&apos;s Expo'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3523820209277194559</id><published>2011-09-24T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:18:37.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCuiMmUjYmI/Tn5Ux21T0kI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A55Wk3MBJXo/s1600/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCuiMmUjYmI/Tn5Ux21T0kI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A55Wk3MBJXo/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656051397533356610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 15.28 miles this morning. Just for fun. Yep. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly though, I used this race as a training run. I have a marathon coming up in 4 weeks and I needed a decent, forced if you can call it that, long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was interesting - very small and also a relay. Most of the 100 runners were running the relay of varying amounts. Only 35 or so of us ran the full thing. I don't mind relays but when I'm running behind someone, using them as a guide to keep my pace going and then they stop at 7.5 and their super-speedy boyfriend takes over the last half, it's a little dejecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my first hour was awesome. I was averaging a 10min/mile pace. Seriously! I finished mile 6 at 1:01. How insane is that? That really took me by surprise - especially since part of that - a couple miles or so - was on gravel! Thank God I have been training on gravel. That really helped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTYjHLsZuBg/Tn5Ux_tfAwI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6hbDlfqaMl8/s1600/DSCN0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTYjHLsZuBg/Tn5Ux_tfAwI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6hbDlfqaMl8/s320/DSCN0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656051399916454658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my next hour was rough. I really dropped in pace and motivation. My head wasn't in it, I was struggling to keep a decent breath, and I had a stitch in my side that would not go away. So I was at about 10.5 when I hit hour 2 and met up with MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hour went better. I realized if I got my pace back up I could almost make my same time I had in a half marathon 2 years ago. I was off by a minute or two for that mileage, but it made me feel so much better. My pace wasn't as bad as I thought. I was doing pretty well considering. So my mojo came back and I did better for the last hour. And I was able to pass one more person (granted he was, like, 90, but still) and that helped too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish line was kind of pathetic. And there wasn't chip timing, but overall it wasn't a bad run. One of the bad things was that we were running to a specific landmark which you could see at mile 10.5 - that sucked because you knew to where you were running, but you also knew just how far away it really was. Uffda. It was at that point that I got a little sad that I don't get to run TCM next week. The best part of that race is that you don't see the finish until you're almost right on top of it so it's always there to look forward to reaching. Today, I just kept looking at the finish and wondering why it was taking me so long to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy with my time (2:56:18) and after today the meals will get back on track to help me get ready for the marathon. I'm hoping for a good time this year. I need it and I've been working hard for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3523820209277194559?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3523820209277194559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3523820209277194559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3523820209277194559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3523820209277194559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/jack-15.html' title='Jack 15'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCuiMmUjYmI/Tn5Ux21T0kI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A55Wk3MBJXo/s72-c/DSCN0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2739804132223089735</id><published>2011-09-23T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:52:51.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up! And a woot!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out my Garmin and I CAN get my splits once I download or upload, rather, my info to my online tracking. WOOT! So the watch stays and will be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm running a race that is 15.2 miles. It starts in a small town (at the funeral home - which I really think should be the finish line) and down some highways and finish at the next town's college campus. It should be an interesting run. I've read ONE review which said, "This is a great race if you like rolling hills. And I mean a lot of rolling hills." So hills it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS is schlepping for me tomorrow again. Yay! It'll be nice to have him to run to. And with my new watch it should be great. A race report will come tomorrow! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been "woot"ing a lot lately. I'm not sure how this got into my vocabulary, but I kind of like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WOOT! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2739804132223089735?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2739804132223089735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2739804132223089735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2739804132223089735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2739804132223089735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/gearing-up-and-woot.html' title='Gearing up! And a woot!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7098565917593579989</id><published>2011-09-19T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:46:37.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best quote from last night:</title><content type='html'>MS was talking with his friend SMC last night about my new toy and apparently SMC had asked him if I liked running enough to spend the money on a Garmin or something. MS said, "She's addicted to it. She just sometimes needs a kick in the pants to get going." And with that tapped my butt with his foot and mouthed, "Get moving!" with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7098565917593579989?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7098565917593579989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7098565917593579989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7098565917593579989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7098565917593579989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-quote-from-last-night.html' title='Best quote from last night:'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2921781383563154318</id><published>2011-09-19T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:42:51.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I bought a Garmin. A Garmin 110, to be specific. A lot of my running friends have one version or another and I thought maybe it was time for me to suck it up and get a decent running watch - one that calculates my pace for me, one that can tell me how many calories I burned, one that automatically laps each mile (or however I set it up) so I don't have to push the button. So I took the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it!!! Last night after MS and I got home from Kari's (where we watched the Cowboys-Niners game) it was just too beautiful to not run. So I headed out with my new watch in hand (or on my arm as it were) and gave it a whirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, I started out too fast and had my first mile, on loose gravel, in 9:31. Holy crap. That scared me and had me out of breath so I walked for a bit to regroup. The rest of the run was awesome and I discovered that, per the Garmin, my run is 4.07 miles instead of the 3.77 I usually map it out to be. YAY! More miles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback, and maybe I can figure it out, is that now that my run is done, I can't go back and look at my splits. My friend Sara's does, but she has a 210. I'm not sure I like that part. Maybe when I upload my runs, the splits will show up. If not, I may be taking it back and shelling out more money for a higher version. If it does, then I'm good. Most of the higher models have a lot of bells and whistles that I just don't need, so why waste the money. And maybe my splits aren't that important - just the overall pace, which I get. Maybe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2921781383563154318?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2921781383563154318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2921781383563154318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2921781383563154318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2921781383563154318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-642324889978018528</id><published>2011-09-14T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:57:09.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba-lloon</title><content type='html'>Everytime I hear the word "balloon" I think of Mindy from "Buttons &amp; Mindy" on Animaniacs (or was it Tiny Toons?). Anyway... the way she said it always made me smile. I was trying to find it on youtube but of course I can't remember the episode and I'm at work so I shouldn't be doing that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...I digress. So yesterday I got some bad news at work. Not really bad because for the person it directly affects it's a great thing, but for me it sucks a$$. It's a long story and I can't &amp; won't go into it here, but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night as I was falling asleep I was dreaming about a balloon. It was purple and it was rising up into the air. Suddenly it popped and my hand, which was holding MS's (yes, I know - ewwww!) flopped up and down on the bed and I jerked awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing so, as has been the theme as of late, I looked up what dreaming about balloon's means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from dreamforth.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dream of balloons represents deflating aspirations and difficulty in life. Something in your life could spiral downhill. Balloons are also indicative of an overinflated ego. Black balloons signify depression, especially if they are falling to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream of a rising balloon means that situations in your life are working to elevate above you. This is your inner yearning to break free of it. Balloons within dreams also signify gatherings and joyous parties. You should revisit your inner youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a balloon pops in your dream, this represents an aspiration that has not yet been realized. This could also be indicative of pressure in your life that is becoming unbearable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from sleeps.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dream of seeing balloons in your dream indicates a dashing of hope on any and all fronts, business or love, as well as a general falling off of all kinds of businesses you may be involved in. If you are ascending in a balloon this is an omen of especially frustrating conditions in your life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter seems real - dashing of hope and frustrating conditions. Oh well. It's not the end of the world, but it does suck and right now, as I kept telling the person who told me this yesterday, "I'm not happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19TBzy81Mac"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19TBzy81Mac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-642324889978018528?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/642324889978018528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=642324889978018528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/642324889978018528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/642324889978018528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/ba-lloon.html' title='Ba-lloon'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-571916186451685024</id><published>2011-09-12T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:37:12.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I had to complete my fitness assessment for work. So this is situps, pushups and a 1.5 mile run. I also had to have my waist measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My waist measurement was my scariest moment. I've yo-yo'd so much this year and last week I was back up, which isn't good. So measuring my waist was scary. Luckily the gals measuring measure differently than I do and measure smaller, so I was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: situps and pushups. Last year I struggled with these but this year I rocked it. 51 situps with so much ease I could have kept going. 40 pushups that were a little more rough (I rested more than I needed or should have) but still that was 12 more than last year at this time. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Casey pace me again and this year my goal was 14:30. Last year I was sloooowww, and I needed to improve that this year. So 14:30 was the goal. We started out and I felt really good, and at one point she even said, "Um, you're about a minute faster on pace than you wanted to be...we should slow down a bit." So we did...but we were doing great. I was even able to talk a bit - a minute bit that is. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing was my shins were cramping which wasn't fun. And then the last half my quads started to get tight. But we kicked it in and I ended up finishing in 13:47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!13:47!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stoked! Last year was 15:46... almost a full 2 minutes off my time from last year. AND it's my fastest time in the last 5 years, and probably my fastest ever. All day I kept saying, "13:47!" at random moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least, despite my weight issue, my legs are strong and my will is powerful. 6 weeks to Mankato. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-571916186451685024?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/571916186451685024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=571916186451685024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/571916186451685024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/571916186451685024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2151575404782083116</id><published>2011-09-10T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:26:45.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-vacay</title><content type='html'>MS and I took a little road trip this week so we could meet up with his best friends (and so I could get approval). So we headed to the hills for some fun. It was a nice relaxing couple of days with no worries, lots of fresh air, and great people to be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS's best friend took this photo...happiness all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij9xFkpT7_0/TmwAH4j4xVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LRe5cSUgIcc/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij9xFkpT7_0/TmwAH4j4xVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LRe5cSUgIcc/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650891767885120850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2151575404782083116?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2151575404782083116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2151575404782083116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2151575404782083116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2151575404782083116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/mini-vacay.html' title='Mini-vacay'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij9xFkpT7_0/TmwAH4j4xVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LRe5cSUgIcc/s72-c/DSC_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4524571080736478394</id><published>2011-09-06T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:09:05.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And more</title><content type='html'>This is almost getting funny...yet they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night's dream found me in a hospital waiting the impending birth of my mom's newest child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right. My Mom was pregnant in the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just about to pop and so we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...nevermind. This one is just disturbing on many levels - it wasn't just mom, there was another family there who had a horrible moment. I remember the other lady was wearing a white basketball uniform with green lettering being carried by two guys  into the next room and her toenails were watermelon green. After that, the rest was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4524571080736478394?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4524571080736478394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4524571080736478394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4524571080736478394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4524571080736478394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-more.html' title='And more'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7378572955371021106</id><published>2011-09-05T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:22:49.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More dreams</title><content type='html'>This one was short but by far my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that K showed up unexpectedly, because she sensed that I needed to be with a dear friend, and she brought the Nikanator along. It was great. After big hugs from both of them, K went to get Nika something and Nika yelled out, "Don't forget to bring one for Sara!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was all warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all - K, E and Nika. :) *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7378572955371021106?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7378572955371021106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7378572955371021106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7378572955371021106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7378572955371021106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-dreams.html' title='More dreams'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3840466643062266587</id><published>2011-09-04T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:51:53.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about a car again last night. This time my mom and dad were helping my 2nd nephew to buy a car. We were in the cities and met up with some guy who had a parking ramp in his basement where he stored the cars he sold. He had ONE for sale - a dusty rose colored 4-door wagon of sorts. It was kind of ugly but my 2nd nephew seemed to like it and so we took it for a test drive. I sat in the back seat behind the driver, my nephew, who pushed the seat back so far and then leaned it back so far that I could poke him all the way down his back. Weird. That was about the excitement of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all these car dreams, I decided to look up what this all means in a dream dictionary. I don't take a lot of stock in this but it's been 3 car dreams in a week so something's going on in my brain (besides poor diet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go:&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are driving a car denotes your ambition, your drive and your ability to navigate from one stage of your life to another. Consider how smooth or rough the car ride is. If you are driving the car, then you are taking an active role in the way your life is going. However, if you are the passenger, then you are taking a passive role. If you are in the backseat of the car, then it indicates that you are putting yourself down and are allowing others to take over. This may be a result of low self-esteem or low self-confidence. Overall, this dream symbol is an indication of your dependence and degree of control you have on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a couple of my dreams I was navigating my life - but apparently not well if I'm driving an AMC Pacer in one and a truck that I can't keep in the right lane and end up running over trees and boulevards. Uffda. Of course later I looked up truck and here's what that means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck: To see a truck in your dream suggests that you are overworked. You are taking on too many tasks and are weighed down by all the responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's completely true. This past week (weeks) has been rough. It's end of fiscal year for us and we're constantly trying to tie up a bunch of loose ends on top of continuing training for a big training event we have coming up in a week that I have no idea what I'm doing for it. I'm slowly going insane. No...I may already be there. I'm sure this isn't helping my blah feeling today either.  But what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3840466643062266587?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3840466643062266587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3840466643062266587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3840466643062266587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3840466643062266587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4972351833268604730</id><published>2011-09-04T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:25:24.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, icky day</title><content type='html'>So it's been 17 years. Yep, 17 years since my Dad died. 17 years to the day, to the day of the week even. It's been kind of a slap in the face, which shocks me after all these years. I'm not weepy sad, just blah sad. It just kind of sucks that he's not around anymore. So much has changed that he's missed, where we've missed having him around. It's just sad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4972351833268604730?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4972351833268604730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4972351833268604730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4972351833268604730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4972351833268604730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/blah-icky-day.html' title='Blah, icky day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1428503447460353658</id><published>2011-09-03T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:21:15.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dreams</title><content type='html'>I know that my eating habits influence so much more of my life. This week has been awful for food. The other day my lunch was a Snickers and Diet Dew. I've been eating a lot of Jimmy John's too, which isn't necessarily bad, but not really good either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my dreams turn wacko I know I need to work on what I'm eating. The other night I dreamt that I traded in Morty for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vouL0LC9PD4/TmKLAnwcnZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3G0vJuWGP08/s1600/Pacer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vouL0LC9PD4/TmKLAnwcnZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3G0vJuWGP08/s320/Pacer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648229725464468882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's an AMC Pacer. But mine was purple. PURPLE. I know...I'm struggling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I dreamt that I was borrowing RAC's truck and I struggled to drive it because it was SO big that I couldn't turn it down the right road. In fact, at one point, I went around a building, in through the delivery door and parked in the popcorn store where I wanted to go. Somehow the truck fit in the store with no damage to the store at all. When I got out of the car, a pilot I know (who had a full beard - odd) told me he had watched me drive outside and was thankful that he hadn't gotten hit since I almost took a tree when I went over the boulevard to get the truck back in the right driving lane. Whatever. Then I looked for popcorn (because it was supposed to be a specialty popcorn shop) and all the place had was 4 boxes of factory popcorn, but a whole refrigerated case full of various kinds of cheesecake. So I ordered a chocolate covered cherry topped cheesecake. I wanted it in a box to go but the lady didn't understand me, so I ended up just taking it out in a small paper dish thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I need to eat better. Help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1428503447460353658?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1428503447460353658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1428503447460353658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1428503447460353658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1428503447460353658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird dreams'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vouL0LC9PD4/TmKLAnwcnZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3G0vJuWGP08/s72-c/Pacer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5762775860142852212</id><published>2011-09-03T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:11:06.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes to self</title><content type='html'>Don't write down on a running log that you're going to run later in the day because you know it's never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't NOT run in the morning just because you think you're tired. The run will do you good and you know you won't get it done later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up in the morning, RUN. Don't think about it, just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary: Run in the morning as soon as you get it up if you want to run at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5762775860142852212?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5762775860142852212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5762775860142852212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5762775860142852212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5762775860142852212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/notes-to-self.html' title='Notes to self'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1445758748529330551</id><published>2011-09-01T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:38:53.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mile</title><content type='html'>I ran a mile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some circumstances that would be a profound statement, but usually for me this is just a warm up. But today, the good thing about this 1 mile is that I ran it in 8:59. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pessimist in me figures that the "mile" we run isn't actually a mile, but maybe. I mapped it out on Map My Run and from corner to corner it's 1.05, so maybe. I really should get a Garmin so I can actually map what I run. For now, that's pretty damn impressive for me - especially, this morning when it was so humid the guys I was running with said it felt like running through soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the optimist in me says that this time is awesome. I'm excited that I could make it in 9 minutes because that means that next week when I do my fitness test for work, when I have to run a mile and a half, I should make it in 14:30 which is my goal. If I can make it faster I'll be stoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I downloaded all my training since January 30, 2009, which was all my log (DailyMile.com) still had listed. Based on the latter, I'm glad I downloaded all of these today. I don't want to lose any more, and I know that I had more before 2009. So now I have something I can fall back on. It was interesting to see how much more I ran in 2009 (which was the year I had my PR for the TC Marathon). Last year I hardly ran at all. It's amazing I was even sort of able to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year, I'm doing well with running. I do need to get a few more miles in, but considering a year ago I ran a total of 10 miles in August and this month I ran 62, I think I'm doing better. And I do have a couple extra weeks before my marathon this year, AND I've been doing extra strength training which is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran a mile. And today that mile was a PR. And I'm a happy camper. I can't wait for my long run tomorrow. It'll be less humid and I'm sure it will go well. And if it doesn't, there's always the next day and I'll learn from the run anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1445758748529330551?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1445758748529330551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1445758748529330551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1445758748529330551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1445758748529330551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/09/1-mile.html' title='1 mile'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2755327607249718757</id><published>2011-08-29T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:10:42.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess that whole 24 days of blogging is out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been pretty crazy - a couple work trips, a lot of extra work shifts (Can you head the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjuRhETwbI0&amp;feature=related"&gt;O'Jay's singing&lt;/a&gt;?), and a lot of just extra stuff. Every weekend has had something going on and if it hasn't, then MS and I have been trying to reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the latter, MS and I spent one afternoon at a local lake so he could fish and I got 4 hours of minimally interrupted reading. He's also been working on (and finished yesterday) a clothes line for me. We've had lots of "discussions" regarding this project. I'll post pictures later. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been running. My next marathon is coming up around the end of October, I think I have something like just shy of 8 weeks til the event, so running and FXB have been my life. I also signed up for a new race this next month - a 15.2 run where you start in one town (at the funeral home!) and run to the next town (a college town) and finish on their campus. It's all road racing which should be interesting with the cars that will be speeding by. When I signed up for that I was only one of 15 people who had signed up. Maybe I'll win a prize! HA! But apparently this has a lot of rolling hills which will be a good training run for the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good...nothing exciting. Well some stuff exciting but not a lot. I've been working a lot of extra shifts to try to catch up on some projects, especially after being gone for 3 weeks. It's been helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. Not much going on in life, but I do miss writing. I need to do that more. I'll try, I promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2755327607249718757?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2755327607249718757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2755327607249718757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2755327607249718757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2755327607249718757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7746433232184443758</id><published>2011-08-01T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:11:03.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of myself</title><content type='html'>Being proud is a bad thing - it steams of arrogance. But I'm proud of myself that I actually blogged 23 days last month. Crazy! Let's see if I can get 24 this month. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. My mom had a hospital procedure today and asked me if I'd take her in and take her home when they were finished. I agreed. It's not that this is quality time with my Mom but we did get some time to talk when she was recovering and had a few laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got in my car to drive and drive and drive some more. I have a conference this week, so I'm about to embark on some good ol' fashioned learnin'. It should be fun, and a short week (which is good because I have a lot of work waiting for me back home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm excited that I'm writing here again today. Hopefully I can get back into this habit. I need to write...and more than just these mini posts I had last month. Slowly but surely I'll get back into this. I just need to get back into practice...kind of like I do with my planking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv9wuGo8mWg/TjdOaJojtzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/peun2diX2Zo/s1600/20110801%2B-%2BHospital%2BPlank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv9wuGo8mWg/TjdOaJojtzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/peun2diX2Zo/s320/20110801%2B-%2BHospital%2BPlank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636059669847062322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7746433232184443758?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7746433232184443758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7746433232184443758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7746433232184443758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7746433232184443758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/08/proud-of-myself.html' title='Proud of myself'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv9wuGo8mWg/TjdOaJojtzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/peun2diX2Zo/s72-c/20110801%2B-%2BHospital%2BPlank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6648273178247863080</id><published>2011-07-23T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:19:45.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kit-Kat bar</title><content type='html'>I had a nice run this morning, sweat pouring down my face but the wind helped to keep me from overheating. Our local running shop sponsor's a fun run each month and is always fun to meet up with other runners to talk running. Today, unfortunately, I was running late but I was still able to get a 4 miler in before the last group arrived back at the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be mowing now, but it's so hot, but I need to get it done. That and getting ready for my next week of work. It's just crazy. I really need a week off. I don't remember my last vacation where I got away for awhile. Fargo doesn't count since that was only a couple days. I need to get away. I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6648273178247863080?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6648273178247863080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6648273178247863080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6648273178247863080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6648273178247863080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/kit-kat-bar.html' title='Kit-Kat bar'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1738943208193608855</id><published>2011-07-22T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:29:02.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day</title><content type='html'>Today was a busier than crap day. And yet I got a ton accomplished. I wish I could be productive like I am today every day. But for some reason, I just can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is fried. I got a bunch of new books today so I'm wishing I could just sit and read for the next three weeks, but that won't be happening. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1738943208193608855?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1738943208193608855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1738943208193608855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1738943208193608855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1738943208193608855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-day.html' title='Long day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5671740802119673177</id><published>2011-07-21T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:32:07.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a beach</title><content type='html'>A couple gals from FXB and I went to a beginner yoga class tonight. It was good. I needed the downshift from the tension of the day. Thanks to P90X I had good form and the stretch was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were coming into the end of it all (sts), the gal leading us read a passage from 365 Tao (number 41) about the beach. Paraphrasing massively here since I was half out of it as I heard it, she read how our mind needs to be like a beach, where the ocean waves continue to wash away the gunk from yesterday and you're left fresh and renewed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need that reminder (and if I get the book, I'll try to put the actual passage here) because I get so caught up with all the crap from 'ago' and beat myself up over it. I need to work on that and live in the now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5671740802119673177?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5671740802119673177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5671740802119673177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5671740802119673177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5671740802119673177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wanna-be-beach.html' title='I wanna be a beach'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4333619919423438228</id><published>2011-07-20T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:46:05.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>I need to write about my favorite salad. My friend SBK and I go out to eat on occasion (i.e. every week) during lunch and one of our favorite places is WSG. It's sooooo yummy. Over the months of going there we have found our favorites. SBK usually gets her soup and salad (depending on the soup for the day), while I get the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emWKg4vKLbU&amp;feature=related"&gt;Big Salad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This salad is amazing!! Mixed Greens with cucumber slices, grape tomatoes (now, originally it had tomato slices but I kept requesting the grape tomatoes and now that's all they serve with it), onions (which I ditch), bacon (!), and chicken. It's a balsamic chicken salad, so I also get the balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Mmmm... It's so good and WSG has it down just how I like it - no onions, chicken on the side (so I can cut it up into smaller pieces), and a side of bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm...I'm getting hungry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4333619919423438228?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4333619919423438228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4333619919423438228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4333619919423438228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4333619919423438228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2764515309702521735</id><published>2011-07-19T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:33:03.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny...</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying to write a little bit each day this month - trying to get myself back into the habit of doing this because I miss writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've also noticed, that I really don't have a lot to say these days. Well, I shouldn't say that because I do but I have things I really can't say here, so I'm limited by what I can write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the Twins/Indians games the last couple days. Yesterday was a double header and I got lucky enough to be able to watch both. They were both decent games and I was able to cheer on my team (who won both games, by the way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the same, nothing exciting. I still work at what seems like a junior high some days. Boss2 is back and it's nice to have him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back running - at least the last couple days I have been. Tomorrow will be rough since I have a meeting right away so I can't run before work. But it's kickboxing day, so tat helps a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life - nothing exciting. :) Maybe someday I'll have things to write about again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2764515309702521735?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2764515309702521735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2764515309702521735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2764515309702521735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2764515309702521735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2696236476708983922</id><published>2011-07-18T16:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:42:01.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet run</title><content type='html'>I felt like this during my run this morning (without the subtitles):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iuc8uWMdaDg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iuc8uWMdaDg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uffda...and that was at 7am. Thanks to MS for suggesting we wait to mow the rest of the lawn until Friday when it's "cooler".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2696236476708983922?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2696236476708983922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2696236476708983922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2696236476708983922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2696236476708983922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/wet-run.html' title='Wet run'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7469723716559964108</id><published>2011-07-17T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:51:10.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water works</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://blog.ibelieveshesamazing.com/2011/07/17/its-okay-to-cry/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; this morning on how it's okay to cry. It was a good reminder to me. I find myself struggling some days to hold back the tears because, due to where I work, it's just not good to cry in front of people. And I feel bad when I break down in front of MS because he feels so helpless when sometimes all I need is a good purge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is crying so taboo for adults? Why can't we just let our emotions show like kids do? When they're upset, they show it. When they're happy, they are so elated the joy just oozes from their pores? Why do we as adults remain so stoic and contained? Why can't we let it out? Is it society? Is it just where I live that we have this habit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if we did start 'acting like children' in that way? Hell, half the time we act like children with our other actions - not in a good way - so why can't we let our emotions show like this too? Something to ponder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7469723716559964108?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7469723716559964108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7469723716559964108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7469723716559964108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7469723716559964108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/water-works.html' title='Water works'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4595725279062922501</id><published>2011-07-16T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:33:18.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JB's surprise!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I got a message on FB from EMB asking me if I could make a quick trip to the Cities for a surprise b-day party. Our friend JB celebrates her birthday month and she wanted to put something together in her honor. JB's new BF also wanted to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was brilliant! What a great way to get to the Cities, see JB and EMB again and get to meet JB's BF. I loved it. So plans were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great! I also got to catch up with a college friend, Dan, who is now mutual friends with JB and her BF. Crazy small world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some parting shots from the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtnqC99Bzd4/TiLkbubar6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ycngzOa-XsA/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtnqC99Bzd4/TiLkbubar6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ycngzOa-XsA/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630313649137168290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUigW6WAx8Y/TiLkcX-cHvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OX3oFJwdSm4/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUigW6WAx8Y/TiLkcX-cHvI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OX3oFJwdSm4/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630313660289916658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4595725279062922501?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4595725279062922501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4595725279062922501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4595725279062922501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4595725279062922501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/jbs-surprise.html' title='JB&apos;s surprise!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtnqC99Bzd4/TiLkbubar6I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ycngzOa-XsA/s72-c/DSC_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3843301421084715150</id><published>2011-07-15T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:14:25.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so humid it's wet</title><content type='html'>You gotta love the wet humidity...you walk outside and just before you start sweating your clothes have stuck to your body like saran wrap on a bowl. It's just a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3843301421084715150?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3843301421084715150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3843301421084715150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3843301421084715150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3843301421084715150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-so-humid-its-wet.html' title='It&apos;s so humid it&apos;s wet'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8676200123404285239</id><published>2011-07-14T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:58:03.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I need help</title><content type='html'>My eats lately have been crap. Crap, I say. We had a grill out today to get rid of food leftover from last Saturday's event. So hamburgers, chips, ice cream. Yummy, but not good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good goal. I need some help. :( FXB is planning a FIT challenge so hopefully that will help. For now, I might have to have a small bowl of ice cream to cheer up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8676200123404285239?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8676200123404285239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8676200123404285239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8676200123404285239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8676200123404285239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-i-need-help.html' title='Oh I need help'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2772261865941525053</id><published>2011-07-13T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:55:30.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another dollar</title><content type='html'>Boss1 has gotten his funny bone back out. It's pretty funny, he's been crackin' jokes and teasing like he used to a while back. SBK and I are thinking it's because Boss2 is gone and one of our bigger projects at work is getting easier and coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's been fun to go to work again lately. Despite still being super far behind, it's going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to report but I really don't today. I'm pretty blah these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2772261865941525053?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2772261865941525053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2772261865941525053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2772261865941525053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2772261865941525053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another day, another dollar'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7804841778495557945</id><published>2011-07-12T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:54:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good sign</title><content type='html'>I woke up for my 5am class this morning at 4:15. As I struggled to drag my sorry butt out of bed, I realized that I have several more weeks of this early morning rising ahead of me and that the "Fall Back" time change will really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workout this morning was good though. I didn't get a run in today, though I should have. My plan was to run after work, but then MS asked me to go with him to have a family chat with his mom. That was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just want to go to sleep. My work yesterday was beneficial though. I got a lot of paperwork completed and didn't feel quite so stressed when looking at my email numbers. Yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7804841778495557945?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7804841778495557945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7804841778495557945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7804841778495557945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7804841778495557945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-good-sign.html' title='Not a good sign'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7636922006954307940</id><published>2011-07-11T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:17:28.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling a little like I've been drowning lately - drowning in emails and tasks. So today, to try to get my head above water a bit, I spent the afternoon going through my inbox at work and sorting, deleting and filing emails. I'm happy to say my inbox went from 2896 to 937. The only bad thing now is that I have a lot of work that I need to do that had been squished down by so many emails over the past couple months. You know, those emails that weren't a priority at the time, but now suddenly need to get completed? Yeah, those. Not that all 937 are that, but a good chunk are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with that. For now. I need to get my head above water, and at least right now I can see the surface. Soon I'll break through and I'll be able to breathe again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7636922006954307940?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7636922006954307940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7636922006954307940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7636922006954307940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7636922006954307940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7954358866552268878</id><published>2011-07-10T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:04:32.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>I think sometimes our world is falling apart because we just don't know how to communicate. While I recognize the irony of me posting this here, I do find it sad that so much of our transactions between others revolves around email or the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS got a new job a couple weeks ago and he starts tomorrow. However, because he's been on workman's comp for a bit, he had to find out about it from a co-worker about his promotion. No one called. Then he had to find out he was starting tomorrow again from a co-worker.  He called in to check in with his new office and the admin assistant said, "Your new boss didn't call you?" Uh, no. And then...yes, there's more, he went to a retirement ceremony today and his new big boss came up to him and said, "Why aren't you in uniform?" MS said he didn't know he had to be. The boss said, "We were going to do your official promotion today." Yeah, a phone call would have made that work a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny. For the longest time I thought it was just my workplace that struggled with communication, but apparently it's running rampant. It scares me that we aren't able to speak with one another. Yes, again, I know the irony since I am one of the biggest offenders and one with the biggest issues talking about my feelings or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some thoughts on this hot summer Sunday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7954358866552268878?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7954358866552268878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7954358866552268878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7954358866552268878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7954358866552268878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8494742105770962917</id><published>2011-07-09T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:30:00.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic time!</title><content type='html'>KC and I put on our bi-annual bash tonight. Normally we have a holiday party and then a spring thing, but our spring was quite busy so it was moved to tonight - which was a wee bit warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted for something simple this time - just a picnic. Thank goodness others helped out. We had a lot of fun, for the 30 or so people who showed (out of 150). KC also brought her new little boy, so I got my baby fix and MS got a little bit of one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8zBh2b22ps/ThkAZ_uvvAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ATsHFTnefd4/s1600/DSC_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8zBh2b22ps/ThkAZ_uvvAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ATsHFTnefd4/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627529655980375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fIKcXaTcNM/ThkAaVsxfXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oMbfQ8ziyio/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fIKcXaTcNM/ThkAaVsxfXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oMbfQ8ziyio/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627529661877681522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8494742105770962917?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8494742105770962917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8494742105770962917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8494742105770962917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8494742105770962917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/picnic-time.html' title='Picnic time!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8zBh2b22ps/ThkAZ_uvvAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ATsHFTnefd4/s72-c/DSC_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8564930959977081178</id><published>2011-07-08T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:30:18.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that FB can be good sometimes</title><content type='html'>My friend Nichole posted this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?'&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." - M. Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! How I need this reminder...especially on days/weeks/months like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8564930959977081178?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8564930959977081178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8564930959977081178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8564930959977081178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8564930959977081178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/proof-that-fb-can-be-good-sometimes.html' title='Proof that FB can be good sometimes'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-576761544318525727</id><published>2011-07-07T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:17:34.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>It has been insane lately! What is going on? Is it just because it's after a holiday? Is it because I have to work this weekend so I'm annoyed? Is it because of everything else messed up in the universe? I don't get it. Please...someone advise me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-576761544318525727?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/576761544318525727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=576761544318525727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/576761544318525727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/576761544318525727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4341900061162564975</id><published>2011-07-06T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:02:56.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in my head</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my parents' 49th wedding anniversary. Sadly, Dad's been gone 17 years now. It's too bad. I do miss him and think he would have been a lot of fun to be around these days, for a myriad of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my struggle is that while I'm at work, I find myself wishing I were at home or out running; and then when I'm at home or out running, I find myself thinking about all the things I could be getting accomplished at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a productive day - I got a lot done, but not nearly enough. And while I worked through lunch, making today even longer, I felt the need to leave as soon as I possibly could, only to find, once I was home, that I had a laundry list of things I should have been finishing before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a new problem, but it's one I don't know how to fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4341900061162564975?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4341900061162564975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4341900061162564975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4341900061162564975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4341900061162564975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in my head'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8799187074428495598</id><published>2011-07-05T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:27:27.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in acronyms</title><content type='html'>The theme for this month is SWIM, so today while I was sweating profusely when running at high noon, I thought maybe it would help me to come up with a better meaning behind SWIM than just the wet, bikini wearing, goggle donning kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with acronyms on a daily basis so every word should spell out something else - you know, like LOL, ROFL, etc. I'm not a texter of the generation today, but I do like a good acronym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo SWIM - S W I M... I came up with a couple:&lt;br /&gt;Strong While In Motion&lt;br /&gt;Strength Will Invoke Movement&lt;br /&gt;Sweat Will Induce Muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these because when I'm running I'm usually feeling pretty weak and pathetic. I don't run very fast, yet, and running on gravel always seems to slow me down. I get down on myself and it makes running even tougher to keep mentally strong. So maybe if I can keep this new mantra - strong while in motion - I can someday believe it and make my marathon goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8799187074428495598?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8799187074428495598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8799187074428495598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8799187074428495598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8799187074428495598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-live-in-acronyms.html' title='I live in acronyms'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5867439925728499095</id><published>2011-07-04T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:15:39.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>First, happy independence day to all celebrating America's freedom today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be out of practice with this blogging everyday thing...I know I had a great blog post from yesterday but I can't for the life of me remember it. I couldn't remember yesterday either. Hopefully I'll get back into a good practice of writing and I'll remember things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I relaxed today, which was much needed. We slept in again, I went for a run (mostly because I felt guilty that most of my running friends were running races today), then finished mowing the weed patch. MS and I started laundry and then went to town for lunch and to see "Thor". I really liked the film, and as MS said - you really can't go wrong with comic books stories. :) I never grew up with those but I'm enjoying them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to see if we can see any of the firework shows around, though I'm ready for sleep. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...hopefully tomorrow I'll remember my stories better so I'm not quite so lame here. :) Happy day to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5867439925728499095?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5867439925728499095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5867439925728499095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5867439925728499095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5867439925728499095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3623056039196321143</id><published>2011-07-03T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:17:55.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of rest</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my best to remember that today is Sunday. It hasn't felt like Sunday at all, but I know that it is today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts of today was not setting the alarm. We slept in (to 6:42!) which was wonderful. I loved just being able to gradually wake up instead of being jerked awake at 4:08 so I can make it to my 5am class. Tomorrow's class isn't until 6 so I can sleep in a little bit, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, MS and I relaxed until we had to go into town. I got to welcome home a friend who had been overseas with the military for the last 3 months on a rough tour. It was great to see him and chat a bit. Then I ran a couple errands - getting pictures developed from yesterday's zoo trip, and getting a small album for MS's mom so she could have some in her apartment at the AL. She liked the pictures, I think. She's not super happy to be in the AL, but we're trying our best to help her get comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I even went to the mall and shopped a bit. Crazy stuff. I'm so not a mall person but the mall was practically empty. I guess that's a tip to me - shop on holiday weekends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're just veggin', which I really need. I just need to breathe and relax. Tomorrow starts another week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your viewing pleasure, here are MS and I at the zoo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2o2Fur2pjd0/ThEUgV4BY7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/2eTCtrQE3O4/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2o2Fur2pjd0/ThEUgV4BY7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/2eTCtrQE3O4/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625299955422946226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ugczzt6jLo/ThEUhOMVcUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dzdDlA2Hpbs/s1600/DSC_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ugczzt6jLo/ThEUhOMVcUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dzdDlA2Hpbs/s320/DSC_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625299970540532034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3623056039196321143?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3623056039196321143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3623056039196321143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3623056039196321143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3623056039196321143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-of-rest.html' title='A day of rest'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2o2Fur2pjd0/ThEUgV4BY7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/2eTCtrQE3O4/s72-c/DSC_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7357041480007956271</id><published>2011-07-02T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:59:59.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overkill?</title><content type='html'>I decided to do a lot of extra working out today to make up for my breakfast and basically every other meal I ate this week. It might have been overkill but I'm just hoping that maybe every bad thing I ate is gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the morning with 45 minutes of a lower body workout. It was great. Then the girls and I went out for breakfast, which was great except that I felt really guilty for the bacon I ate. So I came home and ran 3.5 miles. Then MS and I took his mom, along with my mom and his aunt and uncle, to the zoo. We spent over 2 hours walking around and checking out the animals. It was fun. I got some good pics that I'll upload tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that MS and I came home and I needed to mow, so there's another 3 hours walking and pushing. The lawn at least looks nice, but now my feet are so tired and swollen I'm not sure my shoes will fit tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7357041480007956271?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7357041480007956271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7357041480007956271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7357041480007956271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7357041480007956271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/overkill.html' title='Overkill?'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1314889766364018360</id><published>2011-07-01T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:33:58.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try this again. I haven't been writing much lately and I really have been missing it. MS will think I'm crazy but I really feel like this would be good for me. I only wrote twice last month, so let's see how this goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for this month is SWIM, and I have been swimming against the current for awhile now. Between work, MS, MS's mom, FXB, coaching, running and trying to keep sane, I've been fighting the waves daily. I need to find some clarity and maybe by writing this month - every day - I can get back to some resemblance of normal and clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it to be very interesting that the last week or so I haven't really been interested in the details of my job. Then about an hour before the day is over I'll suddenly get motivated and try to get everything done. This is good, but it's not good because most of the day I'm struggling to find motivation and accomplish things that need to be done. I'm not sure what all that is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BVL did need some help the past couple weeks with proofing her resume and application for a job. I'm happy to help her because I know she'd be great in the position. I'm praying she gets an interview and is selected. We'll see. We got everything finalized and she turned it in earlier this week. Now, we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was keeping me confused. On top of that, our state is going through a flood which has been keeping us all busy. And we had VIPs visit a couple days, so I was coordinating those efforts. That kept me confused as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking at another Master's. I'm not sure that I need one, but for some reason I feel like I should have one that I can "use". KC found one that would work really well for both of us, and we could study together, but I'm not sure I'm ready to add that to my fall schedule. I signed up for a training/education course for work a week ago and I need to get that done. If I do decide to do the master's then I need to have this course completed before I start it. So there's some added confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot on my plate right now and trying to keep it all coordinated is not going well. For now I need to just keep swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1314889766364018360?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1314889766364018360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1314889766364018360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1314889766364018360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1314889766364018360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/07/nablopomo.html' title='NaBloPoMo'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-9097823506835746563</id><published>2011-06-22T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:30:36.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9zJEfhRMPM/TgIy113sHlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_G_IDYJlh2g/s1600/Procrastinate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9zJEfhRMPM/TgIy113sHlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_G_IDYJlh2g/s320/Procrastinate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621111185486913106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jillwillrun.com/2011/06/03/fitfluential/"&gt;Jillwillrun&lt;/a&gt; posted this recently and it really made me think: What do I do when I'm procrastinting? Maybe I'm in the wrong career? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what DO I do (which sounds funny) when I procrastinate at work? Well, a few things:&lt;br /&gt;- I blog (like right now)&lt;br /&gt;- I search for recipes&lt;br /&gt;- I read up on fitness stuff&lt;br /&gt;- I log my food (I'm a little obsessed with loseit.com)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a coach now for FXB, so I try to find things to motivate my team&lt;br /&gt;- I read about running or search for races&lt;br /&gt;- I update my spreadsheets with my budget&lt;br /&gt;- I read up on the news - cnn, npr, mpr, local papers, yahoo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more, but these are the main things. A lot of what I do to procrastinate at work is on the computer - surfing (the InfoDesk taught me well), commenting, blogging, writing, etc. But at home it's a different story:&lt;br /&gt;- I read&lt;br /&gt;- I watch movies/tv&lt;br /&gt;- I knit&lt;br /&gt;- I nap&lt;br /&gt;- I bake&lt;br /&gt;- I run&lt;br /&gt;- Or I'll talk about running and then walk around the house for 20 minutes before I actually go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are these things that I could develop a career with? I don't know. That's something to think about, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you procrastinate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-9097823506835746563?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9097823506835746563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=9097823506835746563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/9097823506835746563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/9097823506835746563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastinating-goddess.html' title='Procrastinating Goddess'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9zJEfhRMPM/TgIy113sHlI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_G_IDYJlh2g/s72-c/Procrastinate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8449937567934735426</id><published>2011-06-17T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:13:32.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break</title><content type='html'>I took me two hours this morning (2!) to remember what I had done Sunday and Monday this week. O.M.G. It has been insanely busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to update on but I'm so tired. Maybe in a couple days I can figure out how to get my head on straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8449937567934735426?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8449937567934735426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8449937567934735426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8449937567934735426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8449937567934735426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/06/time-for-break.html' title='Time for a break'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2672114920281284346</id><published>2011-05-31T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:25:04.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up May</title><content type='html'>After Fargo, I spent the week traveling. I had a work conference the day after we got back - just an overnighter but still. Then I spent a couple nights at home prepping and packing for my trip to Maryland to see my OOB and his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second nephew graduated high school this weekend and it was fun to go out and see it. AJ has always been a quiet kid, and this weekend was no exception. I did get a chance to get a few conversations in with him and he was pretty funny. I think he thought I was just crazy and odd because he kept laughing at me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good. Mom and I flew in on Thursday and OOB picked us up. We went out for crab cakes (yay!) and so we didn't get to OOB's place until almost 2230. Granted they're an hour ahead of my normal time, but I usually go to bed at 2130, so I was ready to crash. I won the air mattress (so mom could have the bed) and proceeded to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I got up for a run. OOB had given me some options for routes so I took off and tried out one up the road. Other than the slim shoulder on the way to the development I ran through, it was a great run. MD was HUMID so that sucked. When I got back, OOB and OOB's Wife (SIL or OOBW, depending on my mood) started working in the yard to finish up some landscaping. I got bored so I found a pair of my nephew's old soccer cleats and went out to help. I ended up raking mulch and then power spraying the concrete. It was fun to get some yardwork done, even if it wasn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the Senior Awards Banquet. AJ got quite a few awards...but then again, he's a smart kid. I was tired so I became bored...but alas. I think a lot of people were bored. Then only excitement was the horrendous thunderstorm that came through while we were there. When we got home we discovered that a limb came down on the tree in the backyard, solidifying Mom's powers of felling trees*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up for a run, but opted to walk with Mom first. We went around the neighborhood loop - 5 times around for 3 miles. Mom hadn't walked enough the day before so we needed to get her some steps. Afterward OOB made waffles which are my favorite so I had 3 and then needed to go run again. So I went around the loop again for another 3 miles. When I got back it was time for graduation. It was a great ceremony. We followed that up with Japanese Hibachi and OOB and I had sushi for appetizers. MMMMmmmmmm. Loving me the sushi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday another run was in order but I ended up running errands with OOB and helping set up for the graduation party instead. This was a fun day though because I also ended up being the cool aunt and helping my almost 13-yr-old niece learn the ins and outs of how to swim when Mr. Friendly is visiting. OOBW felt bad, like she was being a bad mom because she couldn't help her daughter, but I had to absolve her of that - I know few girls who feel comfortable talking to their mom about that stuff. So AME and I had a nice chat and eventually she "beat Mr. Friendly" and spent the afternoon swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in a little lounging in the pool too. I was so glad I had remembered my swimsuit this time. I spent part of the party early on by the pool getting a little pink, then after the kids had left, I floated around for about an hour. It was great. AJ came home from his parties and we chatted some more. He opened his cards/gifts and then set up his class schedule for college next fall. He was excited to get his courses assigned right away but got a little overwhelmed when he was seeing all the classes he has to take. He's going into Civil Engineering, and I think he's going to do great. I'm really excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got a run in while it was nice and humid in the morning - another 3 miler. Then we helped OOBW's parents move into a new place. Then a shower, some lunch and headed to the airport for a fun little adventure back home. Home was having a horrible storm covering the entire east side of the state, so we were diverted and put on a bus to get home. Pretty crazy trip. We didn't get in until 0130 this morning. Uffda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have been recovering from the trip, checking in at work, doing some laundry and making plans for yard work (it's windier than hell here so I have to divert my mowing until tomorrow). I'm really glad to be home. Dorothy was right, "There's no place like home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There's a running joke that whenever Mom goes to visit OOB, OOB loses a tree. The last time (or the time before) that she was there, there was a lightening strike that took down their front yard tree. This trip took down only a limb, but as we were walking around the neighborhood the next morning we discovered quite a few trees down. Mom's power has grown. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2672114920281284346?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2672114920281284346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2672114920281284346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2672114920281284346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2672114920281284346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/finishing-up-may.html' title='Finishing up May'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5578393947172779058</id><published>2011-05-23T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:50:17.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fargooooooooo</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I ran the GoFar Challenge in Fargo, ND. It was fun and I learned a lot about me throughout the whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the GoFar Challenge is a 5K run/walk on Friday night followed by a race (either 10K, Half, or Full marathon) Saturday AM. I opted originally for the 5K/Marathon combo, but just before Easter I decided that it might be smarter for me to switch to the 5K/Half combo. With FXB I hadn't been running as much and while I was stronger, I just didn't feel comfortable with running 26.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ran with two of my friends - Tom and Sara - who are engaged and getting married this fall. Tom is a super fast runner and Sara's a wee bit slower than me. So this was a good matchup for Friday night. Tom and I talked and subtly urged Sara along while we dodged one of the most intensely packed 5Ks I've ever been a part of. Seriously - something like over 6000 people participated. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS was along, as usual, and he got a picture of us coming across the finish line. He missed our high-five, but he had us pose for this one at the end. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaazl7MwIc0/TdsMBlee4GI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m72FcNTZmqk/s1600/Fargo%2BHalf%2BMarathon%2B5-21-11%2B031%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaazl7MwIc0/TdsMBlee4GI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m72FcNTZmqk/s320/Fargo%2BHalf%2BMarathon%2B5-21-11%2B031%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610090982199451746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the Half. I honestly thought I was ready for this and could have made at least the middle of my three goals. Yes, I set three goals for each longer distance race: a) the time I really want (in this case 2:20); b) the time I can live with (2:30); and c) the absolute slowest time I'll allow (2:45). Well, I made the last one on this race. Finished in 2:41, which I was really upset with until MS reminded me that I had been sick all week prior to this race and was still having a bit of a cough and phlegm. Fair enough. My legs did feel pretty good through the race but I just couldn't get the momentum I wanted. Again, it was a really crowded race (over 7000 I believe) and I felt like I was dodging people the entire time. Then just before we hit the halfway mark we merged with the full marathoners which made it unbearable. They were in stride (sort of, they had 95 turns they had to deal with - seriously) and so suddenly having to deal with us slower folks sucked for them. Well it also sucked for us, because suddenly there were these faster runners trying to get around us and it was just uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with MS around 7.5 which was needed. I had some oranges, begged for strength and headed off again. MS had his own struggles dealing with traffic and finding his way through town. He met up with me at the end and took this picture as I was crossing the finish line. I like this one. It made me glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9vHqal8oZ0/TdsMBJQE43I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9nW63jpGSzs/s1600/Fargo%2BHalf%2BMarathon%2B5-21-11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9vHqal8oZ0/TdsMBJQE43I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9nW63jpGSzs/s320/Fargo%2BHalf%2BMarathon%2B5-21-11%2B036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610090974622835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good weekend. Fargo has some improvements that are needed - especially post-race (no signage or directions anywhere!, long lines for medals, longer line for food that was so backed up people couldn't even move). But otherwise it's a decent race. The people are super friendly, the pre-race build up the morning of was great, and having everything from the Expo to the finish line in the Fargodome was pretty cool (despite parking issues). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm looking to find my next race. I have a 5K at the end of June, but I'm thinking of another half mid-June. We'll see. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5578393947172779058?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5578393947172779058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5578393947172779058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5578393947172779058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5578393947172779058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/fargooooooooo.html' title='Fargooooooooo'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaazl7MwIc0/TdsMBlee4GI/AAAAAAAAAvY/m72FcNTZmqk/s72-c/Fargo%2BHalf%2BMarathon%2B5-21-11%2B031%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2883219394515363331</id><published>2011-05-16T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:35:00.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A shoutout to my Dad</title><content type='html'>Dad would have been 75 years old today. Sadly, though, he died in 1994 when he was only 58. I still miss him a great deal. He was my father, he was my friend. I miss our chats, playing HORSE in the driveway, sitting on the back patio just taking in the night air (which, of course, was laced with the scent of Salem Menthol lights and sawdust). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Dad. Miss you. I know we'll meet again one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2883219394515363331?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2883219394515363331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2883219394515363331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2883219394515363331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2883219394515363331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/shoutout-to-my-dad.html' title='A shoutout to my Dad'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2673799007179644042</id><published>2011-05-16T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:16:40.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful night</title><content type='html'>If I wasn't sick and I didn't have to work tomorrow, tonight would be absolutely beautiful. The moon is gorgeous tonight. I'm sitting on our couch and looking out our large living room window and taking it all in. The only thing better would be if I was outside by a fire with a Guinness in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I've been sick the last three days - just a head cold but it's knocked me out. I came home from work yesterday and crashed for three hours. THREE hours! I couldn't believe it. Of course, then I was up until 11:40 waiting to get tired again so I could sleep. This afternoon MS wanted to study and wanted me to rest, so I ended up taking another two and a half hour nap. I only woke up when I heard the door squeak as MS opened it to go to his appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to sit here and pretend that I'm outside and enjoying the weather. And the moon. And I'll pretend it's Funday Sunday so I can have a Guinness as well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2673799007179644042?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2673799007179644042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2673799007179644042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2673799007179644042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2673799007179644042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-night.html' title='Beautiful night'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7702490734236916273</id><published>2011-05-15T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:57:41.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late</title><content type='html'>It's almost 11 and I'm still awake. This isn't surprising since I took a 3 hour nap this afternoon. However, since I'm sick the nap was almost a necessity and I took Nyquil over an hour ago so you'd think it would have hit me by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I'm awake. I finally had a yawn a moment ago. And I'm watching Police Academy. The latter is a saving grace. MS went to bed an hour ago and here I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy week. Work was busy this week. I have a couple projects I'm working on and so things keep me hopping. This will be a busy month, too, with some work travel and running events coming up, so I have to keep focused when I'm work so I can make sure I get things accomplished. So much so that I'm tempted to go into work tomorrow even though I have the day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll see. Tomorrow is May 16 - significant in many ways: MS's mom's b-day (she turns 69 this year); was my grandma Dot's b-day; and most important it was my Dad's b-day. He would have been 75 tomorrow. That's huge. 75! Wow! And what still makes me sad is that he didn't even make it to 60. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should try to sleep. PA is almost over so I might as well. I'm just debating if I should stay on the couch or go to bed and infect MS with some sickness. Hmmm...The bed would be more comfortable, but I don't want to get him sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be excused? My head is full. Did this post even make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7702490734236916273?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7702490734236916273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7702490734236916273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7702490734236916273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7702490734236916273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-late.html' title='It&apos;s late'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2231009865566831189</id><published>2011-05-09T07:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:02:43.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already the 9th?</title><content type='html'>Where has the beginning of May gone? Wow! Time just flies on by, doesn't it? Just a reminder to value every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first week of May has been really good. My training last week was awesome - extra runs on top of FXB, the 10K Saturday with a great time even with walking (which tells me if I hadn't walked I would have gotten a PR), a nice Mom's day yesterday. Life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I should add some pics, because I just don't do that as much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MS and his Mom. I like this photo because even though she's kind of bent over, she has a look on her face that cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFLAfHqHLzU/TcfkQw4wlZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nDfkl29kw84/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFLAfHqHLzU/TcfkQw4wlZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nDfkl29kw84/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604699237937878418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Mom. :) I love her. She's wonderful. We actually had met for church yesterday AM, then went out for breakfast, and then met up for lunch with MS and his mom. Fun times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9OvzYyOigQ/TcfkQcPai9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/4MKICAm-VJQ/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9OvzYyOigQ/TcfkQcPai9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/4MKICAm-VJQ/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604699232395758546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday's race was for breast cancer. So many people in my life have been touched with it. They give you a sticker you can put on your back, "I'm running for..." and write all the names. I don't do this for a couple reasons: 1) Too many times when I'm running I end up stepping on a sticker that has fallen off of someone in front of me and that seems almost as bad as when KC yells at me for accidentally stepping on the handicapped stencil in parking lots; 2) there are just too many people in my life who have been affected by this dreadful disease - I'm afraid the card would be too full and/or I'd forget someone. So I run and I think of all of them while I run. And I say prayers for them in between saying prayers for myself that I can finish the run. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically Saturday I was on the Boots for Boobs team. A gal I work with is recovering from her Mom's death earlier this year. "Sam" had suffered from breast cancer for years. But we've had a lot of others at work who have suffered and survived. I had two friends in high school whose mom's both died. I know others out there, near and far, who have been touched. So I run. And I run with a vengeance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGfpakuHqH8/TcfkRNOcCzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/MCJN7FhPg8M/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGfpakuHqH8/TcfkRNOcCzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/MCJN7FhPg8M/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604699245544999730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2231009865566831189?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2231009865566831189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2231009865566831189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2231009865566831189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2231009865566831189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-already-9th.html' title='It&apos;s already the 9th?'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFLAfHqHLzU/TcfkQw4wlZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nDfkl29kw84/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3602142749740950875</id><published>2011-04-27T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:39:17.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Admin Pro Day</title><content type='html'>First a shout out to Kat whose birthday is today. Happy Birthday, my dear! Hope it's a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes you just forget how great you have it. I think a lot of people I work with forget just how great things are where we are. We have a good job, a steady job, with great hours, great benefits and awesome people to work with and for. But we've been doing it so long, we forget all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Administrative Professionals Week (or day - yesterday, I think or is it really today?). I thought about this briefly last week when I heard an ad for flowers and I remembered how my dad would always buy mom flowers this week because she took care of all the bills and shopping and stuff at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Boss1 came into my office with an envelope and said, "Happy Admin Pro day!" I was shocked, "That's today?" I was amazed. He gave me a really nice card and an iTunes gift card with the note, "Find some motivating music for your marathon training." Ahhh...a guy who gets me. Despite the fact he doesn't understand it, at least he's supporting my love of marathoning. :) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before I left for lunch, Boss2 gave me his gift - a 6-pack of Guinness! Another man who understands me! His concern, "I don't know when you can drink it" since I'm on this FXB program. I said, "Sundays!" He laughed and said, "There you go, you can make up for lost time this Sunday!" Not that I'll drink all at once, but it's nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to have bosses who appreciate you. And really I am blessed. These two men are fabulous to work with/for. We laugh, we joke, we are serious when need be, and we work really well together. I hope we can continue this for a long time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3602142749740950875?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3602142749740950875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3602142749740950875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3602142749740950875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3602142749740950875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/admin-pro-day.html' title='Admin Pro Day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2056181911564981893</id><published>2011-04-25T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:10:09.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>So I realized that I haven't posted pictures of anything in awhile, so here you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter 2011 was held at our house. We had invited my mom and YOB as well, but they ended up having other plans. So we had a lot of food for three people. MS's mom came over so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a pic of me and MS's mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC7Gu56UThw/TbV_qpTXDuI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgwI9uIxrK4/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC7Gu56UThw/TbV_qpTXDuI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgwI9uIxrK4/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599522082323369698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and his mom. Check out that table! Wow, I'm good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGsmjoIIfkY/TbV_qFWgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/ryJxi7OXW6M/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGsmjoIIfkY/TbV_qFWgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/ryJxi7OXW6M/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599522072672872306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ham! The things floating are raisins. The recipe was okay but it didn't really do much for me, so I probably won't be doing that one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17-HSOv062Y/TbV_pscWo4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/J8_UGtgaOhk/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17-HSOv062Y/TbV_pscWo4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/J8_UGtgaOhk/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599522065986528130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the culmination of the entire meal: My homemade pumpkin pie! Crust from scratch and pumpkin from the garden. Nothing from a can here. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPAjB7hksVk/TbV_pHp4NUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1MIawbxbf5U/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPAjB7hksVk/TbV_pHp4NUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1MIawbxbf5U/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599522056111142210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2056181911564981893?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2056181911564981893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2056181911564981893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2056181911564981893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2056181911564981893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC7Gu56UThw/TbV_qpTXDuI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgwI9uIxrK4/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7356844110240851565</id><published>2011-04-22T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:22:37.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUAR</title><content type='html'>Shut Up and Run! Hello! Those are words of wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://twentysixpointtwoormore.blogspot.com/2011/04/winner-and-sporty-girl-jewelry-giveaway.html"&gt;SUAR&lt;/a&gt;is offering up a giveaway! Check it out! Click on the link! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;a href="http://sportygirljewelry.com/"&gt;Sporty Girl Jewelry&lt;/a&gt; is awesome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7356844110240851565?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7356844110240851565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7356844110240851565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7356844110240851565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7356844110240851565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/suar.html' title='SUAR'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-459357077128860420</id><published>2011-04-20T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:24:22.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to back</title><content type='html'>My back has been tweaked beyond belief (well, maybe not &lt;em&gt;beyond &lt;/em&gt;belief, but it hurts and I'm a wimp) since Sunday. I can't for the life of me figure out what I did (wow, I exaggerate a lot here, don't I?). MS keeps telling me I "overdid" it last week with my workouts. I don't know why 9 workouts in 7 days would be "overdoing" it but he seems to think so. I especially don't know why it would be that way when I felt GREAT during every single one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what caused this? I don't know, but I'm annoyed. I haven't ran since Saturday and I'm getting antsy. Not only am I antsy because I haven't ran, but I have a half marathon coming and I haven't been doing a lot of running, only FXB. (Yes, I decided to switch to the half.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also antsy because when I can't workout I get somewhat bored. And when I'm bored, I eat. And I track my food so my caloric intake this week has been outragous. Well, it's been about 1700 calories the last two days which probably isn't bad, but when I'm supposed to only eat 1300 (to drop some pounds) and I had been averaging around 1700 WITH exercise, I'm not a happy camper. I feel heavy. I feel flabby. I feel ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to up my protein today to "fill me up". But that only works so well because I can't eat the entire can of Blue Diamond Oven Roasted Cinnamon Brown Sugar Almonds because there's too much fat in them. I bought some jerky this afternoon, but when I bit down on the first piece I about knocked my jaw loose (it hurts now too). And then I bought gum to distract me from being hungry by keeping my jaw busy, but that just gets annoying and also makes my jaw tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm a whiner today. But Man, I'm annoyed. And hungry. And really wanting popcorn right now, but "no popcorn, eat cheese" keeps echoing in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other problem (I might as well lay it all out here since I'm already whining) is that 3 1/2 weeks ago when I started FXB they encouraged us to drink 80oz of water a day. I'm up to over a gallon (plus tea if I have that for lunch and milk for dinner). My new hobby is peeing and, while 3 weeks ago it did this, it doesn't keep me full anymore. I used to be full because I was drinking so much water, but now I'm still hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being hungry. I hate not being able to work out (especially when I want to because I don't always want to). I'm crabby. Can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-459357077128860420?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/459357077128860420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=459357077128860420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/459357077128860420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/459357077128860420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-back.html' title='Back to back'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4400784074380535366</id><published>2011-04-19T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:12:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have had 6 or 7 posts running through my head today, and for the life of me I can't really remember them now...as usual. It's sad because I know at the time they were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Kristin Armstrong's book Mile Markers. It's been eye-opening and motivating. She had a chapter about peace and passion (or maybe they were two chapters...I need to do some re-reading). But finding your passion can bring you peace and often what you do for a job isn't necessarily what brings you peace. For her, she knits and bakes and runs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very similar in that aspect. I haven't baked in a very long time and I do miss it. I know for my honey I can't bake during the winter, or at least unless he's working out on a regular basis (which really isn't during the winter). But I do miss it. I miss baking...it was often where I'd find my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working to restructure my life a little. I miss writing. I need to work on that more and make a point to write more. I have a couple different blogs (4) so I should be able to find something to write somewhere. But I also wonder if I shouldn't work on a book of some sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to find my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4400784074380535366?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4400784074380535366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4400784074380535366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4400784074380535366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4400784074380535366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/multiple-thoughts.html' title='Multiple thoughts'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3787442616951711705</id><published>2011-04-18T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:19:09.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about</title><content type='html'>Up until yesterday I was having a great weekend. Friday night I had the best kickboxing class yet. Dave pushed us on a circuit-like training. I paired up with a FIT member and she said I was pushing her. Ha! It was great. When she was on the bag, I was at the mirror doing squats or crunches or mountain climbers. Then on the bag I was just kickin' it hard. It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back started to feel a little tweaked but not bad the next morning. I went to resistance training - upper body - at a class that was so packed I could barely find room to do what was required. But I made it through. Then I headed to our running store for a great 5K with a friend from DM. That basically killed the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then MS and I went to see "The King's Speech" which was awesome. I wasn't sure MS would like it but he seemed to enjoy it. It probably wouldn't have been his first choice (or any choice) but I'm glad he agreed to see it. It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, though, is when my back really started to hurt. We went to church and came home in the rain. Our road is ripped up to hell because of the recent onslaught of precipitation, so I opted to take a rest day and not run. In some ways that was a good idea, in others not so much since my back really started to hurt and I didn't get a run in today either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sunday afternoon, I met up with Jake &amp; Ava and YOB to paint ceramic eggs like we did last year. The kids seemed pretty hyper and YOB looked really tired. We had a good time, though. The bad thing is the eggs won't be ready until Monday, which kind of defeats the purpose. Last year they pushed to have them done at least by the day before Easter, but not this year (I might check anyway). At one point though, I was getting up from my chair to get Ava a paper towel and I could barely walk. Oh, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I went out to eat at the fancy Italian restaurant last night. I had a Groupon, so at least it wasn't too bad in cost. The food was okay, but I don't know that we'd go back again. It was nice to go out though. When we got home, MS drew me an Epsom salt bath, which was sweet. I got to have a hot bath and read my book. Awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my back has not gotten much better. I really wanted to go in and run on the treadmill (though the weather wasn't too bad, so I could have run outside), but I didn't want to risk it. Heating pad, extra pillows on the couch so I'm sitting upright instead of the relaxed state we normally are in, and laundry - that was my day. I took another bubble bath tonight just for some heat on the bath. And I read again (I miss reading). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping tomorrow my back will feel better. I missed kickboxing tonight because of it. Tomorrow is resistance bands, but maybe if it feels okay I can get on the treadmill at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mildly crabby. I don't like feeling like this. Hopefully it's temporary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3787442616951711705?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3787442616951711705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3787442616951711705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3787442616951711705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3787442616951711705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-about.html' title='Just about'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8224181370711851841</id><published>2011-04-11T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:01:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great weekend!</title><content type='html'>Finally! A weekend where I got to do fun things! It has been great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had a great night of kickboxing, which led me to be very tired and I overslept my class Saturday AM. I didn't mind. I was going to hang out with Emily all day, so it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I were busy! We ran a couple errands, got some yummy cupcakes (which I couldn't eat until Sunday), went to the Butterfly House and saw the new exhibit of fish, looked at oodles of toys, painted pottery, saw a cake decorating contest, ate fish at Applebees (she likes shrimp and I love their Cajun tilapia), and then to B&amp;N to look at books (my favorite!). I had thought we could go to a movie and see Gnomeo &amp; Juliet since I hadn't seen it yet, and she hadn't either, but she wanted to hang with her parents while they ran errands instead. Of course I think when she realized they weren't going to be buying her toys (like I didn't) that maybe the movie would have been a better idea. But by then I was moving on to my next set of plans. :) It was still a great day though. I love spending time with her and luckily she likes to spend time with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church (Yes, E, I went to church - with MS even) I went for a 5.5 mile run while MS studied. It was such a great morning - grey and cool - perfect for running. We cleaned up when I got back and went to Em's for her birthday party. She turns 11 today but since it's a Monday we celebrated yesterday. Such a fun time! YOB was there with his kids, Doreen (one of Em's aunts) brought her grandson Noah who is super cute, and Kristi (Em's cousin) had her daughter there. So many kids - and then adults too. :) I'm glad her party was on Funday Sunday so I could enjoy the food. My sis makes a good spread for parties - pork sandwiches (and pork is not my favorite, but her's is pretty good), salad, and of course, Dairy Queen Ice Cream Cake. :) Mmmm. Doreen and I get along really well too. It's funny how I get along with older adults so well. But that's another blog for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I came home after the party and I had a great bonus. I got to READ! Seriously, straight up reading for fun! MS wanted to finish one of his chapters he was studying so I read my book. I'm currently reading Mile Markers by Kristin Armstrong. I haven't had much time lately to just relax and indulge in one of my favorite hobbies, so I was really thankful for this time. Then MS and I had a pizza (Funday Sunday tradition, it seems) and watched a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been great. I slept in until 7:30! Craziness! I'm sure part of that is from the insult of sugar to my body yesterday, but I didn't care. I vegged for awhile then went for a short 3.5 mile run. MS called to see if I'd come see the AL place in our town. We checked it out and, in my opinion, it's a great option for his Mom. We'll just have to get in. She's on a waiting list now, but hopefully in the next month or so. And now I'm just finishing watching Hairspray (a former Monday tradition resurfacing), washing clothes and cleaning. I love these days. It's restoring faith in humanity - or at least restoring some resemblance of the woman I am in myself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm debating if I should watch Six Feet Under or Friends or something else. :) I do love that we have a DVD player that's working again. And with MS out running his errands I can do what I need to do. :) Now if only I could bake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8224181370711851841?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8224181370711851841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8224181370711851841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8224181370711851841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8224181370711851841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-weekend.html' title='Great weekend!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7979994823856941714</id><published>2011-04-04T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:56:25.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 begins</title><content type='html'>I completed week 1 of the FXB challenge and it went pretty well, I'd say. I made it to 4 of the 6 classes (one being sick and the other work conflict), so that made me glad. I do enjoy the kickboxing - it's a nice way to work off some aggravation. The resistance bands are good too, and while I hate them, I know they'll be beneficial in time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're into April. It will be a good month. I just need to keep my head up and my feet moving. If I slow I start to think too much and that's just a set up for dysfunction. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and I can get some good runs in soon. I'm missing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7979994823856941714?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7979994823856941714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7979994823856941714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7979994823856941714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7979994823856941714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/04/week-2-begins.html' title='Week 2 begins'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1368165322495565928</id><published>2011-03-31T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:10:38.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing out another month</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that March is over, or that it's 9:06 pm for that matter. This month has flown by. It feels like just the other day we were changing our clocks and now we're moving into April. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10-wk program is going well. After recovering from Monday, the last three days have been great. I really like the kick-boxing days - it's nice to actually hit something for once...years of TaeBo and KenpoX and punching the air is paying off. But the bigger workout is with the resistance bands. I hate these but I can feel them working, so I'll stick with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the eating plan with the program is going well too. I haven't had pop in 2 days, and I haven't had caffeine since Sunday. My new hobbies are eating and peeing it seems, but if it helps, I'll make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, March is over and I'm moving forward. Blessings to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1368165322495565928?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1368165322495565928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1368165322495565928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1368165322495565928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1368165322495565928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/finishing-out-another-month.html' title='Finishing out another month'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5823266507913816740</id><published>2011-03-29T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:23:48.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups &amp; Downs</title><content type='html'>That's about all I can say for the last few days - ups &amp; downs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won this 10-wk body shaping session thing. I signed up, agreed to do it - I did talk with them about my marathon training. They said they had a gal in the winter session who is a marathoner and her time and strength improved. So hopefully that will happen. I did find it funny that at the orientation they kept telling us that our weight probably won't change, but we'll lose inches. That's great...I actually need to weigh less - less weight=faster moe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had a retirment party for one of our old-timers. KC, MB and I sang the anthem together and sounded great. I love singing with them. I wish we had more gigs, but then we'd need to practice more and with their 2.5 children, time is limited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I had a great weekend. We took a little road trip Friday, then spent the weekend on the couch watching movies. Yesterday we ran errands and I proceeded to get a migraine and nausea. It was awesome. Not. I haven't thrown up since college (and that was alcohol induced) so last night was really weird for me - and for him. He didn't know what to do and I didn't know what to tell him. I feel better today, but not 100%. I still had a headache most of the day (it finally went away about 45 minutes ago), and have had the chills a bit too. Weird. I don't like being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my first class for my 10-wk program is tonight. It was supposed to be last night but alas... Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5823266507913816740?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5823266507913816740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5823266507913816740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5823266507913816740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5823266507913816740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/ups-downs.html' title='Ups &amp; Downs'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2203526718797384913</id><published>2011-03-22T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:19:18.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Winnah!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at work laughing my head off today. I just got an email from a co-worker that said, "I just heard on the radio that Ben and Patty are going to pump up Moe.  The winner of this weeks facebook friend. Is this our Moe??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I signed up for the local radio station giveaway for a 10-week body makeover session at a local place. I was laughing as I signed up even...because with my luck I'd win and I don't know that I really want it, though I know it would be beneficial. But then again, I rarely win anything, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my co-worker sent that email I busted out laughing. So now I have this 10-week body makeover session (still waiting for details because I think it starts Saturday) and I'm curious if a) I should accept it and b) if I can make it work in my schedule and c) what MS will think about all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10-week thing doesn't worry me too much other than I have a marathon in 9 weeks...well 8 by the time it would start. And that's totally different training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I need the help, and having a free workout worth $399 may be well worth my time and energy if it can get me on track and ready for the marathon and for summer. I have a lot of work to do, and maybe being forced into going would help. Of course, because I'm NOT paying for makes the incentive to go a little less because I really have nothing invested in it...nothing but myself, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I take it and do the program? Or should I give it back to another lucky winner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2203526718797384913?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2203526718797384913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2203526718797384913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2203526718797384913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2203526718797384913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/da-winnah.html' title='Da Winnah!!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2104498635329990556</id><published>2011-03-21T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:41:03.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiration Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My dear friend KC sent me this email today. I've seen it before, not sure if it's true, but I do think it's a good reminder that we need to live in the moment. And it's a good reminder that sometimes we need to be like children and stop for the "something shiny" because it may be something amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SITUATION &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.  After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About 4 minutes later:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar.  A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 6 minutes: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 10 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 45 minutes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 1 hour: &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no recognition at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a true story.  Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This experiment raised several questions: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?&lt;br /&gt;*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: &lt;br /&gt; If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made...&lt;br /&gt; How many other things are we missing as we rush through life? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life NOW ... it has an expiration date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2104498635329990556?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2104498635329990556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2104498635329990556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2104498635329990556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2104498635329990556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/expiration-date.html' title='Expiration Date'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6205672509978102488</id><published>2011-03-20T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:17:13.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discardia time again!</title><content type='html'>Today starts another season of Discardia - YAY! So I'm working on purging my life, once again, from all the extra clutter and crap that inflicts my life - not just physically, but emotionally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I signed up on a website to track my food and calories and exercise so I can lose 15 pounds by the May marathon. I need to get rid of my winter weight. I know it'll make running a LOT easier and I'll feel better about myself as well - which will help mentally. In 2009 when I was 15 pounds lighter than I am now, I was happy, because I felt good and ready to go and as a result the marathon was awesome. I need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the paper side, I spent the morning after church going through my pile of mail from the week, as well as all the extras that had piled up in my basket by my side of the couch. It was good to purge of the excess. I still have more to go through, of course, but it's a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I updated my marathon scrapbook, too, which puts my running in perspective. It's fun to see how I've progressed (or not) throughout the last few years. I only started running in 2007, so it's still new. I'm really thankful MS got me started with the scrapbook. And he's been super supportive this week, riding his bike alongside me as I've been running. He's a lifesaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this will be a good Discardia, I think. It's Spring and Spring cleaning is running rampant in me and I'm excited to make some changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6205672509978102488?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6205672509978102488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6205672509978102488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6205672509978102488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6205672509978102488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/discardia-time-again.html' title='Discardia time again!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4757091244753253158</id><published>2011-03-17T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:30:59.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The need to learn how to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp9PHCa9l8c/TYJRYWXQXdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/voc1Sb93Sqc/s1600/190209_1905141625270_1143649947_2300837_1482245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp9PHCa9l8c/TYJRYWXQXdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/voc1Sb93Sqc/s320/190209_1905141625270_1143649947_2300837_1482245_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585115966654668242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw this picture of my adorable Goddaughter fresh and happy in the midst of playtime. Her mom commented on how they have to pin her hair back now because her bangs are so long they get in the way of her playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement made me smile. And smile fully. Partly because my Goddaughter is like me in that aspect - I hate having hair on my face. It gets in the way and makes it difficult, if not annoying, to enjoy things fully. It's a nuisance. But the statement made me smile because playing is so important that my Goddaughter has to be prepped for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play time is so essential and I think as adults we forget that. So much of life is work, home work, work, etc., that we forget to play. When was the last time you were on a swing? Or were running with complete abandonment? Phoebe, from Friends, said once about running that it was funnest when you were running from "Satan" (the neighbors dog). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that reckless freedom about it, about play time, that I think adults fear. I know I do. I don't have control! I need control! But I'm missing out on some of the best moments in life because of that fear. Why can't I just let go and enjoy each and every moment? How do I find that place deep within myself and let it out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend more time with the young people in my life - my nieces, my nephews, my Goddaughter. I know they can teach me. I know I can learn to play...if I can get out of my head long enough to let it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4757091244753253158?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4757091244753253158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4757091244753253158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4757091244753253158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4757091244753253158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/need-to-learn-how-to-play.html' title='The need to learn how to play'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp9PHCa9l8c/TYJRYWXQXdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/voc1Sb93Sqc/s72-c/190209_1905141625270_1143649947_2300837_1482245_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2308662524290267686</id><published>2011-03-15T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:00:15.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip!</title><content type='html'>MS and I took a mini road trip yesterday to a nearby city.  He had a tax appointment and I wanted/needed to do some shopping. Our road trips tend to be a split between super fun and super revealing, depending on our conversations at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun we started things out right. I have such random CDs in my car and so as he was flipping through them he came across Schoolhouse Rock. I grinned and he said, "You want to listen to this?" I said, "At least track 2, 'cuz it's my favorite." Track 2 is "Three is a Magic Number". I love that song. MS just laughed at me as I sang along, bobbing my head in the white-girl way as we drove down the road. :) This started a lot of singing throughout the day. Later we sang "Rawhide" and "Minnie the Moocher" off the Blues Brothers soundtrack. And we had a little "Cumbia De Los Muertos" by Ozomatli from the Never Been Kissed soundtrack. I think by that point MS thought I was losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about travel...again. I really do love to travel; MS does not. But we talked about places I want to go, places he wants to go. I think we'll get to a compromise but we're still working on it. There are so many places I still want to see in this world - Ireland, Australia, London (again), Paris (briefly), Rome, and even places in the states. MS has traveled a lot already in his life so he's good to just stay home. But I think he understands my need to get away when I said, "I can't go through my life with just going to work, then home, then work, then home, then work, then home. It's too much. I need more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting there. Our trip was great though. MS got his taxes done, I got my necessary shopping done, MS got some new kicks and I oogled over the tiny Chucks for toddlers. :) Tonight, is date night. I'm really excited for this one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2308662524290267686?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2308662524290267686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2308662524290267686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2308662524290267686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2308662524290267686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trip.html' title='Road trip!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2032568037172628192</id><published>2011-03-13T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:36:59.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little luck o' the Irish, a little God, and Pi(e)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Irishman races in our town. There were a few of my co-workers who signed up for the 5K as the team challenge. I, stupidly, signed up for all 3 as I have in the past. But calling the races an Irishman confused a few who hadn't run before, thinking it was just the one 5K race. A little education was given. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was actually psyched for these races. Normally they're fun and while I haven't been running as much as I'd like, I felt like I could do these fairly well. That was until...I woke up to find 25 mph winds from the WNW which was the main direction we were running for all 3 races. Ugh. I can handle the cold but I hate...hate...hate the wind. Suddenly I toyed with not running and I'm not usually one to back out of races. Hell, in 2009 I even attempted a marathon though my knee had been killing me (I stopped at 13.1) and last year I even ran the full half when I had horrible chest congestion and ended up sick for 2 weeks after. I just don't Not Go to races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued to psych myself up and decided to not worry about time, but just to finish. I got to run with a few friends Tom, Tom and Sara, and saw a few other runners from the area which was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first 5mile race, we went to the local tavern for a free Guinness, as is tradition for these races. I normally don't go in between races because it's my time to recoup, but I went yesterday. I was glad I did! Not only did I get a Guinness but I got to keep the glass! And both were free! YAY! That made the wind and weather all the more worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5K was colder than the 5mile and the 1 mile even colder than both. I relished the 90 minutes between the 5K and 1 mile...I sat in my car and read! I got time to just sit and read!! (plus I got to catch the end of Wait, Wait...which I always miss). But the time to just sit and read was so wonderful! I forgot how much I love that! I haven't had much time to just sit and read as I used to...Oh how I miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the races I came home and had a long, hot shower and ate half a pizza. I was so hungry and so excited to just relax on the couch. That's the true reward after running...and something to keep me running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today MS is working, so I'm on my own. I went to my old church, that being the one I used to go to on a regular basis when I lived on my own. Big O had a great sermon and one I needed to hear. I am a baptized child of God. I am saved. I am loved. I am blessed. Oh how I needed to hear that. I wanted to chat with Big O a bit more but he had a line up of little old ladies who wanted to talk to him too, so I'll have to set up a time to meet with him later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Target and the grocery store as I used to after church. Then home to relax, study, read, and make an apple pie for Pi Day tomorrow. Plus I have apples that need to be baked. :) It's a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2032568037172628192?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2032568037172628192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2032568037172628192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2032568037172628192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2032568037172628192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-luck-o-irish-little-god-and-pie.html' title='A little luck o&apos; the Irish, a little God, and Pi(e)'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6529109480550745730</id><published>2011-03-08T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:20:13.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I have never understood the point of pancakes on Fat Tuesday for Mardi Gras. Maybe someone can explain that to me. Of course, I also have never understood the "giving up" tradition of Lent. My SIL is giving up FB for Lent. Another friend is giving up chocolate. Another Chipotle.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I agreed to do a 15lbs of Lent with a friend from Seminary on FB. We're tracking our weight loss from March 9 until Easter (April 24). That's a good 40 days to work on losing weight and getting in shape. JG hooked me up with a good workout, and my goal is to do that daily and get back to a good habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that goal, or Lenten discipline as it were, is to learn and understand that the gift God gave me of my body is to be treasured and adored. I often ...hate is a bad word... really dislike my body. But the truth it, I haven't been treating it well and it deserves better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Lenten discipline is for me to really appreciate life. I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/081186720X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=superherodesi-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=081186720X"&gt;gratitude journal&lt;/a&gt; after I read &lt;a href="http://www.superherodesigns.com/journal/archives/2011/02/06-week/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; had gotten one too. I really like it and I need to be reminding myself that life is good and show my gratitude for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Lenten journey to be just that - a journey. A journey into my inner self where I can learn more about me and what makes me happy. A journey with my outer self where I can strengthen my body so I can physically handle anything that comes my way. I have some lofty goals for running this year, and I need a strong body to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do this. I can be a strong, confident woman, so help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update- I'm not saying any of these things are bad. They aren't. I need to find another option - adding to my life instead of removing. :) That's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6529109480550745730?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6529109480550745730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6529109480550745730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6529109480550745730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6529109480550745730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7930550470961563750</id><published>2011-03-02T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:33:57.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>Today was a much better day. I was impressed that I got up at 4:17 again and made it to the gym by 5...they actually had to open it up for me. Ha! I got in 4 good miles, and while slow, they felt pretty good. I got to run in the dark because the guys, while making fun of me, finally realized that it isn't so bad to workout in the dark - cooler, TVs show up better, and you don't have to see how sweaty and rough others look. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 8:30 pm and I've been up for 16 hours and I'm still pretty alert. It's so weird. I don't know why I'm not tired, but I'm not. It's strange how adrenaline works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got "attempt #2" from my trainer. It's much more scaled down for a training plan but still will help me get stronger for the marathon. I also checked on my marathon in May and I do have the option to switch to the half up to 3 weeks prior, so I'm going to see how the training goes the next 8 weeks and then make a decision. MS is all excited that i can do a half, but I don't want to discount the possibility of a full just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I signed up for the Irishman again - 5Mile, 5K and 1Mile all in one day. I was just going to run the 5Mile but there's a group getting together at work to run the 5K and if I'm going to do both I might as well run the last one too. Bragging rights are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a good day. But I probably should be going to bed so I can get some sleep before I get up for another run and a day of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7930550470961563750?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7930550470961563750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7930550470961563750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7930550470961563750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7930550470961563750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7459698137649697973</id><published>2011-03-01T13:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:47:02.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A running post, for lack of a better title</title><content type='html'>I know I usually put these posts on my other blog, the running one (or the top secret one), that is, but today it's not just about running. Well, that's the basis for why I'm writing but there's more to it than that. And since I'm at work, I'm going to hope I can get through this quickly and easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a blog post today about &lt;a href="http://www.dailymile.com/blog/uncategorized/developing-self-confidence-through-running-how-i-found-myself-out-on-the-road"&gt;self-confidence&lt;/a&gt;. This is one huge area where I'm lacking. I lack self-confidence, not just in running but in life in general. But we'll get to that in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack S-C (as we'll call it) in running because I just wonder sometimes if I can even do it. I know I can run and I make it through races well enough, but not great enough. I often feel slow, sluggish, Clydesdale-ish (in fact, for some races, because of my weight, I would actually be put into a category called this). I try to lose weight but I struggle with that, which causes my S-C to drop even more. I can feel the fat rolls over my pants while I sit at work. So I sleep lying flat on my back because I know that at least the fat I "feel" is smooth and flat (though I also subconsciously know it's all flopping on the bed under me instead). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, once, that running would help my S-C. Which maybe is why I keep forcing myself to run marathons. Those aren't something "normal" people do. I'm told a few times a month that I'm crazy for running them, but I'm desperately trying to find something to raise my S-C to a level where I'll be comfortable with myself. So I continue to sign up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, then I'm stupid and I sign up for a marathon in May (which I'm pretty sure I vowed not to do ever again after the 2009 incident with my knee). And not only did I sign up for a marathon, but also a challenge where you run a 5K the night before and the marathon the next day (3 medals!). MS made the comment last night that he wishes I was into half marathons more than fulls. Which makes me wonder if, once again, my thinking has been so skewed that I can't see past my nose. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to figure out what works best for me. I'm a workaholic so ditching work to run isn't an option (though I've tried that a few times). I'm not really a morning person but lately that seems to be the only time to run, though it requires a dreadmill which makes me annoyed. I'd love to run on the bike trails at night but that takes away from my already limited time with MS. But maybe that later option is what needs to happen, at least for the next few months. I don't know. I'm very conflicted, which doesn't help my S-C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that confliction and low S-C is hampering the rest of my life as well. I'm constantly second-guessing my decisions and thought processes. And those decisions, if I even make them, are difficult to make to begin. I've never been a great decision maker, but low S-C isn't helping when I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I find this S-C? Where can one get it? What can I do? I don't know anymore. I keep trying new things, buying books to read to help, but I don't have time to read as I'm working on an online class for work, have a couple other online classes I need to do for work, am knitting a blanket (sanity fix), and trying to get my runs in for marathon training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wee bit lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7459698137649697973?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7459698137649697973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7459698137649697973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7459698137649697973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7459698137649697973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/running-post-for-lack-of-better-title.html' title='A running post, for lack of a better title'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5809572625685748616</id><published>2011-02-26T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:12:45.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hired</title><content type='html'>I spoke with my former trainer from long ago this week and he's agreed to help me with a training plan for my marathon coming up. I'm excited for this, despite that the plan is pretty intensive. I'm going to have to get to bed earlier and get up earlier so I have time to get everything in. For the most part it's only Wednesday mornings that will be really early, but Friday is a little long too. It'll be good. I just have to do it. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5809572625685748616?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5809572625685748616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5809572625685748616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5809572625685748616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5809572625685748616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/hired.html' title='Hired'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2452813878611141246</id><published>2011-02-24T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:45:24.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over stimulated</title><content type='html'>The alarm went off at 4:43 this morning, jerking me awake from my deep slumber. I snoozed once and got up 5 minutes later at 4:48. I then was out the door shortly after 5, at the gym at 5:30 and on the dreadmill at 5:35. I had 2 minutes of peaceful bliss - the lower lights on in the main part of the gym, but the lights by the treadmills off, one tv on silent but with closed captioning and no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh of utter contentment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a guy showed up and turned on the radio - loud - then came up stairs and turned on the lights - bright - then turned on another tv - too much too look at! - and then started another treadmill - louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zen was broken. And by 6 we had a whole party of people running or ellipitcating or biking. By 6:15 I was d.u.n. done. I didn't get the full run in I should have, but I got more in and was calmer than I was yesterday ("&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118715/"&gt;I'm calmer than you are.&lt;/a&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ran around 1:30 pm. I thought maybe I could have some zen because most people run at noon. Apparently I'm wrong in this. The dreadmills were packed at 1:30 and by 1:50 I couldn't focus at all. It's amazing to me that I have trouble focusing with that many people running next to me and the 4 tvs on in front of me and the radio blaring, but I'm okay with focusing (until I hit the wall) during a marathon where there's the same, if not maybe more, stimulation all around me. Maybe it's because it's so condensed and closed in at the gym that it throws me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I had talked about me getting use of my iPod again to help motivate me on the dreadmill. I thought about that this morning but I think maybe earplugs and blinders would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2452813878611141246?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2452813878611141246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2452813878611141246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2452813878611141246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2452813878611141246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/over-stimulated.html' title='Over stimulated'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-3553579804252213847</id><published>2011-02-23T20:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:44:15.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the president's</title><content type='html'>MS and I both had 4 days off at the same time for once. This is a rarity in our world, so I was excited we could take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was sick all last week and with MS's low white blood cell count, that meant no kissing at ALL...still...until I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still had a nice weekend. I went home early from work on Friday so I could rest. I got the joy of watching the Corey's in License to Drive, a "cheesy 80s flick" from ago. And I rested. Saturday MS and I vegged for a bit and then went into town to see "I Am Number Four" which turned out to be a great movie (at least in my perspective). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we planned to go to church to meet up with Wayne as he started at our town's church this weekend, but the weather had turned icy icy icy so we stayed home and rested some more. I was slowly getting better and MS was great at forcing fruit and liquids down my throat so I could get better. He was wonderful, taking care of me and helping me to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we decided we should clean the house. I was feeling a little better and what better time to get rid of germs than when I'm getting over a cold. And, wow!, our house was dirtier than I thought. So this was a good thing despite my loathing of cleaning. But the house smelled nice and fresh once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we parted briefly to run some errands. I had a lunch date with the girls and had to run into work to complete a document that Boss1 needed to sign this morning. Then we went out to dinner (two dates in 4 days- wow!) and to a county commissioner meeting regarding a development near where we live (long story). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, we spent most of the weekend indoors, watching movies, or working on our projects online (he's doing an online scrapbook - and, well...I was sick so I played Bejeweled), and it was wonderful. We rarely just sit and veg - unless we're sick. And to be able to do that together (while I was the only one sick) was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me just how lucky I am to be with MS and how wonderful he is for me. That's a good reminder to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-3553579804252213847?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3553579804252213847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=3553579804252213847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3553579804252213847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/3553579804252213847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrating-presidents.html' title='Celebrating the president&apos;s'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-9212938668505983327</id><published>2011-02-21T17:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:41:03.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Six years ago today, I started this blog because of J-man. It's all his fault. Of course it's not his fault that I haven't written lately. I just haven't had much to say. I've been sick this past week...you'd think that'd supply all sorts of fodder, but snot and more snot does not a happy blog post make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get back into a routine of writing again. It's been difficult but I'm working on it. I do miss writing. I've been feeling uncreative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-9212938668505983327?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9212938668505983327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=9212938668505983327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/9212938668505983327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/9212938668505983327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-6th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 6th Anniversary!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-7357222647173874835</id><published>2011-02-16T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:33:10.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I tend to repeat myself</title><content type='html'>So as I started typing in several options for a title for this post I found that I have used most of them before, a few times in fact since a few of them had 1's or 2's or "again" after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I repeat myself. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week was busy but really good. Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job? I really do. I had to work the weekend of the 5th but it went much better than I thought it would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I finished up the weekend and went to his friends' for the Super Bowl. I stood with K and cheered for the Steelers, while everyone else was cheering for the Packers. It was disturbing, though, to watch MS cheer for the Packers while wearing his Vikings jersey (and his Favre Vikings jersey at that). Alas, the Steelers lost, but I enjoyed watching the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Monday brought the next segment of workdays - five more to go til the weekend. I got a run in that day which was great, though on the treadmill, and got to see my nephew play some bas-foot-ketball. He was on the floor more often than not. It was pretty cute though as his 3-yr-old cousin Noah was there who repeated everything I said. Hearing, "Get in the game, Zach!" from an adorable little voice was almost too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was good, though by Friday I was ready to be d.u.n. done. And since I had to work a bit this past Monday, I left early and came home to enjoy the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday MS and I went shopping and out to eat. Then came home for me to study and he worked on his second online-scrapbook (he's using mixbook.com). Sunday he spent the afternoon with his Mom and I went for a run (warm weather!). Of course the shock to my system made me nauseated and so by the time MS got home I was on the couch trying to settle my stomach and get rid of my headache. MS made dinner for us and it was delicious! A nice way to end the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, v-day, was just another day. I had to go into work for a couple hours and MS had to work all day. I got another run in and went to another bas-foot-ketball game with Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since all of that, I've been sick. Woke up Tuesday morning after a freaky dream with a really sore throat and sinus crap. It sort of went away today, but then my head decided to fill up with cotton (I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins) and drip out my nose. I sneeze every 15 minutes and blow my nose every 10. I'm so ready for this to be over. :( I want to run!!! But until I'm better, I'm not going to risk it...even though the weather is wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-7357222647173874835?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7357222647173874835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=7357222647173874835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7357222647173874835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/7357222647173874835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-tend-to-repeat-myself.html' title='I tend to repeat myself'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6883710335798873619</id><published>2011-02-04T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:24:08.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke a long running hot air balloon</title><content type='html'>I had to use this explanation for MS tonight. But let me back up for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One - I'm not an extrovert like so many people think. I can play the part well, but it's not who I really am. I'm good with being alone. Occasionally, I like going out with people. But I'm better one-on-one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been intense. It's been good - I've gotten a lot accomplished at work, had some great comments from Boss1 during my appraisal for the last year. Projects are getting tied up and work is feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been BUSY. Super busy. And last night as I was driving home, I felt myself unwinding - not necessarily in a good way. I started to cry a bit, just releasing pent up energy, and so when I got home, because I know my crying disturbs MS a bit, I shut down. I sat on the couch and tried to regroup my thoughts. I ended up in an almost catatonic state - totally zoned. That was, until, I got up for dinner (which MS made so lovingly). I sat down in front of my bowl of soup and the tears just started falling. MS got worried and wondered what was wrong. "Nothing," I said. "I'm just tired." He didn't understand and I didn't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, on the way home, I tried to come up with a way to explain why I fell apart a bit and why I was asleep at 7:30. Basically, I'm like a hot air balloon that had been up for 3-days straight - hot air continually blowing in it to keep it moving and upright. And then suddenly, the air was shut off and everything deflated. I was deflated...and everything I had been holding in was let out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, that made sense to MS and he appreciated the insight. I don't often understand why I am the way I am, but sometimes I just know that I have to shut down to recharge. And I'm better today, which is what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6883710335798873619?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6883710335798873619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6883710335798873619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6883710335798873619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6883710335798873619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-long-running-hot-air-balloon.html' title='LIke a long running hot air balloon'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1574509275220519054</id><published>2011-01-30T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:02:48.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much yummy goodness!!</title><content type='html'>And I forgot to get pictures. Well I got a few but they didn't turn out as well as I had hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of stuff to update, but I'm tired so you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe I'll have some pictures for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1574509275220519054?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1574509275220519054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1574509275220519054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1574509275220519054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1574509275220519054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-much-yummy-goodness.html' title='So much yummy goodness!!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-5607225936402866173</id><published>2011-01-25T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:04:57.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home - Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros Acoustic Cover (Jorge &amp; Alex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L64c5vT3NBw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros song "Home" anyway, but this is a great, sweet cover. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-5607225936402866173?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5607225936402866173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=5607225936402866173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5607225936402866173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/5607225936402866173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-edward-sharpe-and-magnetic-zeros.html' title='Home - Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros Acoustic Cover (Jorge &amp; Alex...'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L64c5vT3NBw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-2916068981116298019</id><published>2011-01-22T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:48:01.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed a nap</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days have been crazy busy. I got a lot accomplished, a lot of taskers added to my list, a lot of time spent away from my home, and somehow I have survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a good day, getting to wear jeans to work for the day, which was awesome. My co-worker Deaner and I were trying to figure out a way we could negotiate for jeans every day of the week. We figured if we could prove more productivity we might have a shot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I had a meeting for our volunteer conference. We have a conference in a couple of months, hopefully (we haven't gotten final approval from our supervisor who's dragging his feet), and somehow I ended up on the committee. I also got stuck on the scavenger hunt committee portion because I had a 'good idea'. I'm getting to work with some other gal who I have never met. Should be interesting. But the meeting ran long so I didn't get home until 8:30 and we all know I go to bed around that time. I did stay up until 10 since David Tutera was on WeTV and I'm minutely obsessed with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a busier than crap day. We had VIPs coming in the afternoon and so with the planning for their visit on top of trying to finish up a bunch of work and meetings I had, the day was crazy. The VIP meeting went late (another 8pm night), so I went to bed almost right away again. Don't get me wrong, the night was awesome. Our VIP meeting went really well and the cookies I bought for the event went over well...with the 3 people who each had one. I sent the rest to work with MS today so I wouldn't be tempted. Though a cookie sounds really good right now. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we get up for the start of Week 4 of P90X - Yoga X. Joy. 90 minutes of fun. It went okay, but when we finished, I was tired, zenned out and chilly. So I curled up on the couch and fell asleep. I woke up briefly when MS kissed my forehead goodbye, but ended up sleeping for the 90 minutes I had to do Yoga. I felt better after that but I do remember MS asking me why I was tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was overwhelmed with everything. MS even said that Friday night when I realized that I had forgotten my house keys at work. "You seem overwhelmed," he said. Uh, yes! I am, was. It's not that my job is bad...I love what I do. The rough part of it is that I don't have one job, or even two parts of a job. I have 18. There are so many little things that I have to do that they all pile up and I get overwhelmed. Add all that up with the fact that I had to have two days of extra extravertedness, and I needed a break. My brain was full; my body was exhausted from having to "be on" for so much, so often, so recently, and so close together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nap was good. Then I went into work and spent some great quiet time, with no one around, cleaning up my desk. Those are my favorite days. Then homemade pizza for dinner and a little knitting to tie it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-2916068981116298019?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2916068981116298019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=2916068981116298019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2916068981116298019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/2916068981116298019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/needed-nap.html' title='Needed a nap'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1322651260225416348</id><published>2011-01-19T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:43:19.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking consistency</title><content type='html'>How is it that one week at work I'll be super productive, getting taskers completed left and right without issue. And then the next week, I'll be so unmotivated it's all I can do to keep awake? What's the trick? I know people who are always on task, really good at getting things accomplished and keep going all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, trying to find a surge to get me going (which may come around the time it's time to go home - which is typical...5:30 comes around and I'm finally ready to work...only to hear the heat shut off and 5 minutes later it's colder in the office than it should be and I can't feel my fingers to even type 'help').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But I'm open to suggestion. For now, I'll keep looking for the surge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1322651260225416348?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1322651260225416348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1322651260225416348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1322651260225416348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1322651260225416348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/lacking-consistency.html' title='Lacking consistency'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-83440925960411441</id><published>2011-01-18T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:02:15.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this idea...</title><content type='html'>...that I could be a chic, cool woman, one who dresses good and is really put together. I have this dream that I could be this person. And yet, I see that I am currently sitting on my couch, in sweats that have a rip in the seam (I won't say where), a sweatshirt, and my hair in a pathetic looking ponytail having done 90 minutes of yoga and killing time until I go for my 5mi run. How can I be chic and put together? Because I know that even after I get my run in and shower and get cleaned up, I'll still be in jeans and a t-shirt and hair probably back in a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used want to be a girl who wore dresses. I used to hope that I could pull that look off. And maybe I could, but I haven't gotten there yet and I wonder if I ever will. I live in hickville. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I love my man, but this place doesn't feel like a place where I could walk around on a Saturday in a dress shopping without people asking me if I'm heading to a funeral or wedding. It's weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, i'd just like to be "put together" and more than a slug on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-83440925960411441?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/83440925960411441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=83440925960411441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/83440925960411441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/83440925960411441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-this-idea.html' title='I have this idea...'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1287178573898025355</id><published>2011-01-11T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:13:39.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect dream...until I woke up</title><content type='html'>MS and I have been getting up between 4 and 4:30 lately to do P90X before I have to go to work in the AM. Usually we can sleep til 4:30 or even 4:40 and still get it all accomplished, but 3 days a week we have to start AT 4:30 or we won't even get finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days (Yoga - 90 minutes of 'fun').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had the best dream EVER!! I dreamt that my alarm didn't go off until 4:39. I looked at my clock and did some quick math, realizing that if I got up to do Yoga we wouldn't get started until about 4:45 and wouldn't finish until 6:15. Which would make me late for work (shower, dress, drive to work...not enough time). SO I had to reset the alarm and go back to sleep for an hour. HAD to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my real alarm went off and it was 4:11 summoning me from my warm slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1287178573898025355?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1287178573898025355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1287178573898025355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1287178573898025355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1287178573898025355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-dreamuntil-i-woke-up.html' title='The perfect dream...until I woke up'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1747523958991616466</id><published>2011-01-09T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:39:58.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Life is good. You know, seriously! Life is good! I'm really happy. Despite the oddness and the weirdness and the crapiness of parts, overall Life is Good. We are truly blessed. I know sometimes it's really hard to see that, but we are. I keep reminding myself of the great things that are in my life - MS, my family - including K&amp;E and Nika, my friends - and I realize that even when all the shit hits the fan, life is still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little overwhelmed right now...going back and forth between annoyed that I have to do 5 online courses in the next couple days, plus another longer version due by April, ALL the additional duties I have at work that keep adding up...and yet I flip back to how wonderful my BF is and how he takes care of me when I can't, how fabulous my friends are and how my life is fuller because of them, and how good life is a whole. I'm here, I'm alive, and Life is Good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1747523958991616466?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1747523958991616466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1747523958991616466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1747523958991616466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1747523958991616466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-1644515988600381897</id><published>2011-01-05T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:50:18.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day</title><content type='html'>Seriously...today was really weird. First I woke up from a strange dream with both of my bosses and something about calendars. Strangeness. Then I missed part of my workout because I didn't time it right. I ate chicken for breakfast. Not the egg...but chicken. That was at 7:15 and I didn't eat anything again until 1:20. Uffda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on. I was snarky, bitter and just off...but at the same time I was in a really good mood. The snarkiness and bitterness wasn't physical or even really mental, I just had some major comments coming out of my mouth an dI didn't really know where they came from. It was weird. I don't know what's going on...unless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's the fact that my carb intake has been incredibly low the last few days. My calorie intake has been really low too...not horribly so - I've been around 1200 the last few days, but that's from a week or so ago when I was probably around 2000 (or even higher). So it's no wonder I'm weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. One more week and then I can have carbs again - real carbs like bread...oh sweet bread, I long for you this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-1644515988600381897?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1644515988600381897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=1644515988600381897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1644515988600381897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/1644515988600381897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-day.html' title='Weird day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-701088082710540142</id><published>2011-01-04T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:20:38.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind</title><content type='html'>First, a shout-out to Kat! Hi hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went pretty well. MS and I got up at 4:15am to do Yoga X (of P90X program). Last night he thought I was kidding when I told him what time we needed to get up, and when I rolled out of bed at 4:15 he really thought I was joking. But he joined me for the 90 minute program and even scrambled me some eggs to take to work for breakfast. My God, I'm lucky to have him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I was up before the crack of dawn, I was really alert today. I got a few things accomplished, then stayed an extra hour to really get things put together. I set up one of my file drawers last week in a better, more organized fashion so I can find stuff easier for the multiple things I have to do. Today I added to it with a final file of Taskers with files for each day of the week. Then I had a blank tasker list created so I could write down what I need to do the next day. Once tomorrow's file was set up (with no more than 7 items) I tabbed the various items and then left it right by my phone for me tomorrow morning. Here's hoping this will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and should be making some eggs, but my silicone muffin cups are getting washed in the dishwasher right now, so I'll probably just scramble again in the AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a class for work yesterday and I'm wondering if it was smart. It's a deep and dry subject, but I know it'll help me in the future (if not sooner). I'm just dreading it a bit. I'll have to get my note paper ready so I can take some serious notes. I have to pass it or I have to start the whole damn thing over from the beginning. It's essential I do well. (Not that I'm competitive with myself or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS is working again tonight. I miss him. I probably should have worked longer. But the good news is I have to go to bed soon anyway. I'm such an old fart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-701088082710540142?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/701088082710540142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=701088082710540142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/701088082710540142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/701088082710540142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4648359659814320575</id><published>2011-01-03T16:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:03:38.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last low-key day for awhile</title><content type='html'>Granted, we're still in the middle of holiday season (MLK Jr day is coming up, then President's Day to end it for a couple months) but today is my last day of low-keyness. Honestly, I'm ready to get back to work. It's been nice being home, but I keep thinking of things I could be doing at the office, the workload that awaits me, and in general just getting out of the house for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, I also know that in a few days I'll be wishing I had a day off again. :) And since I have to work this coming weekend, that will be evermore true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today has been nice. I got the oil changed in Morty, picked up some milk, and have been relaxing with MS. He's studying for a class he has this week for work, so I've been lounging on the couch, reading a bit, playing on the computer, signing up for a class of my own for work, and vegging. We're not talking a whole lot, but it's nice to know that he's here. That perks up my attitude immensely. Yesterday was rough, and I'm sure coupled with a poor diet yesterday and being incredibly sore from the beginnings of P90X, it all magnified in the fact I didn't get to see my boy all day. I've gotten used to him being around, you know? And I like that. We don't have to talk. We don't have to be right by each other, but in the same room, just doing our thing has been really nice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting close to time to make dinner - Chicken with bruchetta topping which he loves and I can eat - and we'll see how long he's going to study. I still need to burn two discs, and then I can move on with my life. hahaha Tomorrow morning's another early one with a 90-minute yoga set for P90X and I have to be at work, ready to go by 6:45. Uffda. I may have to try what I've been meaning to do for a long time and do the yoga, then drive to work and go into the gym to do a few situps/pushups, then shower. Then I can be at work at 7:15 instead. That MIGHT work...I've struggled with that in the past. Maybe tomorrow is time to renew it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4648359659814320575?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4648359659814320575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4648359659814320575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4648359659814320575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4648359659814320575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-low-key-day-for-awhile.html' title='Last low-key day for awhile'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6709146379822176171</id><published>2011-01-02T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:27:40.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucked in</title><content type='html'>Okay, so somehow I ended up watching David Tutera on My Fair Wedding (WeTV) and then Rich Bride Poor Bride. I've never understood the concept of "theme" weddings like David has on his show. One bride had a Greek theme, another BLING. It's just odd. So if MS and I get married should we have a popcorn and ice cream theme? Or military theme for his Navy years? Or a cleanliness theme - everyone gets a dust broom as a wedding favor... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this bride on RBPB is just pissing me off. She is being such a bitch and so rude to her wedding planner. She wants glam, but she doesn't have the budget for it, but she doesn't believe in the budget side of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more, watching this that is, I just don't get it. Maybe MS's thought of shorts and a lightweight shirt is a good idea. I don't know. Of course, that's a LONG ways off since I haven't met MS's friends all yet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6709146379822176171?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6709146379822176171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6709146379822176171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6709146379822176171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6709146379822176171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/sucked-in.html' title='Sucked in'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6110549301098465754</id><published>2011-01-02T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:25:24.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's...the Blob!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel pathetic! Yes, I did Cardio X this morning, but since then I've been half-assing the day. I have laundry in, I shoveled off the deck, and I've worked a bit on those things-that-shall-not-be-named, both upstairs and downstairs; but I feel like a total blob today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's because I don't feel like I've accomplished much. MS is always good when he's home at getting things done. This has been my 4-day, like he has, and he's so much better at being productive than I am. That worries me. What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6110549301098465754?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6110549301098465754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6110549301098465754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6110549301098465754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6110549301098465754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/itsthe-blob.html' title='It&apos;s...the Blob!!!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4156721894814272660</id><published>2011-01-01T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:44:46.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting off right</title><content type='html'>After a nice, lazy morning, MS and I went to the dreaded basement to sort through some of our boxes. He has boxes from when he moved in to the house in '08 and I have all of mine. Those things-that-shall-not-be-named weren't too bad. Mostly I tried to sort out what was in what, so I could get all my CDs (oodles!) in one area, books in another, kitchen stuff, and miscellaneous crap (of which I have a lot), so that when I am really motivated, I can actually go through those ttsnbn's and be more successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS needs to sort some of his stuff too. He has a goodly amount of stuff of his own and his dad's to sort through. Once we get the shop built we'll be able to put more of our official storage stuff out there, and have less in the basement for when we finish that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the fun parts this afternoon - we talked through designs for the basement and how to set up the main room and bedrooms. It was neat to pull out the blueprints and talk out his vision and mine and see if we can make them mesh. He has some great ideas for down there and I'm excited to see how they turn out. I love that he's open to my suggestions too, and that he has been willing to alter some of his original plans to fit some things I would like. Love, baby...it's real. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm watching the Rose Bowl. I'm not a big college football fan, nor football in general - though I do enjoy a good game from time to time. I'm just not an avid watcher. But TCU (Go Horned Frogs, Go TCU!) is playing Wisconsin (go bucky) and so I feel slightly compelled to watch. If nothing else, it gives me a little fodder to talk about at work, or with E&amp;K at least. MS is out snowblowing the driveway from the mess we had yesterday. I haven't learned how to run the blower yet, so it kind of falls on him. I feel bad about it. I'll learn soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I also started P90X today...part of our goal to drop some weight and get back into decent shape. To quote a friend of mine from high school, "We want to be hot for each other." And I've been on SoBe again, which has been going pretty well. I'm feeling pretty good and not overindulging in sugar-free candy. I did have a fudgepop (no sugar added) last night, which was good. So I'm still getting my chocolate fix, if need be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this has been a really great start to the new year. I'm excited about 2011. It's going to be good,  I can feel it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4156721894814272660?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4156721894814272660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4156721894814272660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4156721894814272660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4156721894814272660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/starting-off-right.html' title='Starting off right'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8677298749238681977</id><published>2010-12-31T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:03:35.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending 2010</title><content type='html'>2010 has been an incredible year - full of changes and surprises. But for fun, here's a recap from the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - MS and I went to Hawaii for a work trip for me and a vacation for MS. It was my first time there, but MS had been stationed there when he was in the Navy, so he became my tour guide. Once I got over my workaholic-ness, I was able to relax and enjoy the area. My favorite was Bellows Beach. LOVED that place and really want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - MS and I started P90X to try to lose the weight after Hawaii. For 4 weeks we were very dedicated. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - I ran the Irishman again and then did a speed drive two and half hours away to receive an award for work. I literally walked in 3 minutes before the banquet began. Pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - OOB came home to visit which was great. MS and I hosted our first Easter dinner for OOB, and the mom's. It all turned out well, I think. MS and I celebrated our 1st anniversary and I was back running on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - This was a full month! KC and I hosted our first soon-to-be-annual spring party at work and it turned out great. MS and I took our last trip to Sconnie to see Nika before they moved. I picked up a cold or something that MS had picked up right before we had gone to Sconnie which made for a rough Half Marathon a week later. I was sick for two more weeks which was awful. MS and I took in the free fishing weekend and went to a couple different places. We also started our garden, a massive undertaking, but with what we hoped would be fruitful rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June and July are kind of a blur...not a lot happened...just a lot of work and stuff. OH wait...HHS was in June which is why I was going slowly insane the months leading up to it. July was recovery month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - This was a good month. I was selected to go to a training for work, which was great. MS reminded me several times how wonderful he is and how lucky I am to have him in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - This was canning month. We had a bunch of stuff from the garden just sitting around so we met up with MS's aunt and uncle and had a day of canning salsa. We also made two apple pies using my crust recipe from memory. They turned out really well. This was also my last month before TCM. I ran the SF Half, which was rough, but I made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - TCM number 4. Thank God for MS. He biked along side me the last 20 miles. Yes, I said 20 miles. He was so wonderful. He kept me moving. He supported me every step. So much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - I moved in with MS! This was good on so many levels. We're moving forward in our relationship, I get to spend all my extra time with him, and I'm living in ONE place! Sanity is mine! :) We've had some growing pains, but it's been great. He had to work on Thanksgiving Day so we celebrated with my fam the next day at YOB's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Christmas month! B-day month for MS! I also had an impromptu trip to Mississippi for a week. MS's mom had a mini stroke so he spent that week in the hospital with her helping her do her physical therapy and get better. MS spoiled me at Christmas again. And now it's New Years Eve and MS is working so I'm cleaning the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a full year and I'm really looking forward to 2011. It'll be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8677298749238681977?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8677298749238681977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8677298749238681977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8677298749238681977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8677298749238681977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/ending-2010.html' title='Ending 2010'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8279639249941939651</id><published>2010-12-26T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:45:04.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I don't have many pictures, and some are on MS's camera so I'll have to post those later. Christmas yesterday was nice, though confusing at times. Long story on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS and I had a great Christmas together. We took turns opening gifts, had some pizza and curled up on the couch, falling asleep for a mini nap. Then we went over to his mom's so she could open her gift and hung out with her while her live-in boyfriend went to his family's house. Then back home for more pizza (we're cleaning out our freezer) and then sleep. Low-key but fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS got me some awesome gifts: A Boyd's Bears "Sweetie Pie" figurine, a jewelry box with my name engraved, necklace, earrings, pajama pants, stuff for my car, a 4-cup liquid measuring cup, dry measuring cups and utensils, a food processor, and a Kettleball set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got MS the Clint Eastwood 35 films in 35 years set, two other DVDs with Clint westerns from other production companies, 100ft measuring tape, a bunch of tool stuff he picked out, Cool Feet for his computer, winning lottery tickets (I hope they're winning ones), and some Home Depot gift cards. And then I got us both a gardening chair and tool bag to use next summer. He's spoiled. ;) But he spoils me, so it's a fair trade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nika got us a beautiful picture frame for her adorable photos, with her named engraved on it. I swapped out her photos from my old frame to the one she sent last night. I love it! Thanks, Nika! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. As my niece Ava kept reminding us today, "Christmas is about giving!" And it is. I had fun giving what I did to MS. And I think he had fun giving me what he did. I'm a very lucky girl to have him in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8279639249941939651?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8279639249941939651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8279639249941939651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8279639249941939651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8279639249941939651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6932891862086185276</id><published>2010-12-22T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:01:10.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is coming!</title><content type='html'>And to be the sick individual I am I'm going to add, so to speak, just to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus is coming and I'm very excited for that. It's MS and my first Christmas living together. It's been a challenge to buy and wrap gifts without each other knowing...well, especially for me since he has more time off during December than I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is home now. She went home tonight which is good. It's amazing how much better she has gotten in just the last week with therapy every day throughout the day. I hope she continues to do it at home. She's opting not to have a nurse come in each day, mostly because of cost, but also saying she has a bike and stuff she can do at home. I'm praying she does it, because the stronger she gets and the more she continues her therapy the longer she can stay at home, which is where she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been annoying the last couple days, with me coming home and letting go of some steam to MS. He's had a rough few days with his Mom's stuff and her live-in S.O. Last night we had his friends over for dinner and to fix his computer. We ended up playing a board game, "You Might Be a Redneck if..." (Yes, we play these games in this state.) I had to laugh as I won the game and I'm probably the least Redneck of the 4 of us. :) Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, though. MS and I had been chatting on the phone while driving home (separate cars, but arriving at almost the same time) and at one point, mid-vent, he started laughing and said, "We're having a drink when we get home tonight." I laughed and said, "Oh yes, we are!" But then when Alison and Mike came over, they only wanted Diet Mt Dew, but I said, "Do I still get my drink?" MS said, Hell yeah, and so probably the first time ever, MS and I were drinking while Mike &amp; Alison weren't. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our work Christmas party. We've been having a cribbage tournament the last couple of weeks. I've become a legend by holding up the game for a week since I was gone last week. And then Monday, the guy I was supposed to play had to go home to take care of his kid. So yesterday I played 3 games in 2 hours and won 2, lost 1. Now I'm in the loser's bracket but it's double elimination. The second guy I beat, I actually Skunked. I heard from a few people that he was walking around with his head held in shame. One person told me, "I didn't know she knew how to play! I thought it was going to be an easy win!" Ha Ha! But then today I had to play the first guy I had beat, and I beat him again, almost Skunking him, but I let him get one more point to save face. But the tournament continues...the next guy I have to play had left for the day so it'll have to be next week. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm sitting trying to regroup, but ready for bed. MS is working but tomorrow we're going to spend all day together, running last minute errands and just taking some time for us. Most of life has been swamped with work and his Mom, as of late, so having a day just to ourselves will be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus is coming soon, and there's nothing more I'm thankful for. God bless you all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6932891862086185276?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6932891862086185276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6932891862086185276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6932891862086185276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6932891862086185276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-is-coming.html' title='Jesus is coming!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-6443105048526240436</id><published>2010-12-18T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:35:35.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already December 18. The month has flown by and I have no idea where it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month started out great with a "Leadership Challenge Course". It was great. We had completed a series of personal assessments (like Myers Briggs, etc.) prior to the course so we received a bunch of results back. They were extremely interesting. I learned a lot about myself; I only wish we could have had my bosses take them too, so I could understand them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our work weekend and KC and I put together a Christmas Party for our sections. It turned out to be a good time, though I was exhausted afterword. We also had a Kids' Christmas party. KC had created this theme too...Christmas Around the World. We had tables with different countries represented where the kids and parents could go around and learn about their customs. We also had Santa show up and had our pictures taken. Mine and MS's didn't turn out all that great, or I'd post it here. Well, I might post it later. We'll see how the month goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week was a blur...lots of work and trying to get things ready for me being gone this week. MS had his birthday too, but sadly I ended up working more that day than I wanted. So his birthday ended up pretty quiet. I had already got him his gift back at the end of September - he wanted a scope for his rifle. So he got that for b-day and Xmas, which is fine since this month has been crazy, though some of the fun was gone for his day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we had snow...and wind...and a mini-blizzard, so we were pretty much trapped at home. This was okay by me. I got to finally finish my project while MS worked on some of his own projects. I was so very thankful to have it finished. What a pain. I will NOT be doing that again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a little scary. MS's Mom had a mini stroke so we spent the day at the hospital with her. She's actually still there because she was really weak so she's been going through physical therapy to get stronger. Hopefully she'll be going home before Christmas. MS has been spending his afternoons with her helping her with her PT. Luckily, he's had extra time off this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had to pack and get ready for my trip. I went to Mississippi for a training for work this week. It was good, though it was more of a training-the-trainer course so I can train the people I work with on what I learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home. KC and I made peanut brittle and some more vanilla today. We're too efficient though. It took a lot less time than we thought and we couldn't figure out a good third project so she went back home. So I'm just waiting for MS to come home from the hospital while I watch Psych from this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, you know? I'm pretty blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-6443105048526240436?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6443105048526240436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=6443105048526240436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6443105048526240436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/6443105048526240436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-13080100369547717</id><published>2010-12-01T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:07:54.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be a leader</title><content type='html'>My bosses signed me up for a Leadership Challenge Program that's in town this week. It's a 2 1/2 day seminar and it started at noon today. It's already amazing! I've learned a few things, or maybe was reminded of things, today in the first 4 hours. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it also makes me wonder if I am cut out to be a leader. I've had people telling me I need to put in for a big promotion that would put me in the higher roles at work. I'm hesitant for a lot of reasons...but that's immaterial right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Psych is on so I can't focus. :) I'll write more tomorrow. I'm sure I'll have more to say about the seminar, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-13080100369547717?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/13080100369547717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=13080100369547717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/13080100369547717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/13080100369547717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-to-be-leader.html' title='Learning to be a leader'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-790846466713707349</id><published>2010-11-29T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:53:11.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination coming back to bite me in the ass</title><content type='html'>Since 2007 I have been participating as "photographer" for one of our kid camps we hold for work. Our employees and other employees around the state can send their kids to this camp for a week to learn and have fun and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year there were two camps...one for 10-13 year olds and another for the older teens. I was excited to do this again because it gives me an opportunity to play with my camera and experiment with my limited photo skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, there is an intern who helps with the photos and with putting the newsletter/yearbook together that gets sent to the kids. Well, this year, due to budget cuts, there was no intern so it all fell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wouldn't be a big deal except my time after the camps is busier than snot with my real job. And add on it my personal life of prepping for races and moving in with MS and vacations to see awesome people...and time has quickly passed and the yearbooks are not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a deadline from the head of the department last week...but sadly it's for next Friday. I have a conference Wed-Fri so those days are out. Which basically left this past weekend. As of right now, I have half of one done. Uffda. I have a lot of work to do today and I'm struggling. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-790846466713707349?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/790846466713707349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=790846466713707349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/790846466713707349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/790846466713707349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/11/procrastination-coming-back-to-bite-me.html' title='Procrastination coming back to bite me in the ass'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-4499312633876478837</id><published>2010-11-25T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:41:17.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A thanksgiving kind of day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vio2GnEu6Ys/TO8bPA7V3lI/AAAAAAAAAts/F4ZvX74iz50/s1600/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vio2GnEu6Ys/TO8bPA7V3lI/AAAAAAAAAts/F4ZvX74iz50/s320/DSCN0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543679611077254738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vio2GnEu6Ys/TO8bOYXAL1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ekXlAqyNIK4/s1600/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vio2GnEu6Ys/TO8bOYXAL1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ekXlAqyNIK4/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543679600187420498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Thanksgiving and MS is working. I hate days like this. We did both have yesterday off so we enjoyed spending the afternoon together. My former 1st cousin died last Sunday and his funeral was yesterday.* So we spent the afternoon watching movies and flipping channels on our extended cable (which I'm discovering is good and bad). I hate winter and the cold and wind and ice, but, as MS pointed out, it is good because then when we're both home we get to spend that time together instead of outside doing projects or yard work or stuff that has us "together" but apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since he had to work and Mom is at her boyfriend's family (which, even after 16 years, sounds weird) and the rest of the siblings had things going on, we're having Thanksgiving tomorrow at YOB's. I offered to bring the pie, shocker, and so I made two pumpkin pies with &lt;a href="http://moesrecipes.blogspot.com/2010/09/cindys-pumpkin-pie.html"&gt;a special recipe&lt;/a&gt; that I found online a couple years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been wanting to learn how to make bread. I learned eons ago back in Home Ec with the infamous Mrs. Wiese, but my attempts have always failed. So I thought I'd try again today since I had the time. They didn't turn out too bad, but I think I need to keep practicing, since practice makes perfect. My hope is that someday I'll get bread figured out well enough that it can become a staple - where I make it instead of us buying it. (healthier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a pretty quiet day. Very cold and windy again outside, so I'm glad I stayed in. The rest of the weekend is supposed to be warmer so I'm hoping I can suck it up enough to get a run or two in. We need to decorate for Christmas yet, too. Maybe Sunday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Doug was my first cousin, Lorna's, husband. They had two kids around my age, so I kind of went to the funeral for them. Though he and Lorna divorced in the 80's I always liked Doug. He was a good man. He will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-4499312633876478837?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4499312633876478837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=4499312633876478837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4499312633876478837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/4499312633876478837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-kind-of-day.html' title='A thanksgiving kind of day'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vio2GnEu6Ys/TO8bPA7V3lI/AAAAAAAAAts/F4ZvX74iz50/s72-c/DSCN0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10983268.post-8228770866907931381</id><published>2010-11-21T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:37:02.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure where to begin...again</title><content type='html'>Finnegan, begin again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that problem where you've stopped doing something because other things got in the way but when you get to the point where you need to restart the thing you had stopped that you don't know how to start again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran the TC marathon in early October. I took some time off to recuperate, mostly because I hadn't trained well enough so I was a hurting unit. Then I decided that since I was going to move in with MS that maybe packing and moving boxes would be a good thing to do. So every extra moment was spent doing that which took me to the beginning of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had nine days in a row of work which were intense and sucky, though good. So with all the extra time with work, running took a backseat. Then MS and I took a vacation, which was much needed, but despite the nice weather in Texas, I didn't run there either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back and it's been a few days of recuperating from vacation. So now I need to get back running and working out. And I'm not sure how to start or where to begin.  I had thought about pulling out the tights today to get a run in, but MS said the roads were slick from ice and to stay home. Of course, I'm supposed to meet up with Bridget to give her some bars for her PTO meeting tomorrow...but we'll see. I'm, wrongly, hoping the roads are a bit icy so she'll say no to me having to meet up with her, but I also hope they're okay so I can get rid of these bars. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do I start up again? It's cold out, so running is not a simple thing these days - you have to plan and dress and coordinate so you don't freeze your butt off or any appendages for that matter. It's not as simple as lacing up your shoes and stepping out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...I'm making excuses. I could run on the damned treadmill, but I hate the treadmill. But maybe that's what I have to do to do something. I do want to start the &lt;a href="http://hundredpushups.com/index.html"&gt;100 pushups challenge&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twohundredsitups.com/"&gt;200 situps challenge&lt;/a&gt;. MS wants to start up P90X again, but that's an early morning or late night. I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, since I haven't done a damn thing this weekend (we got full cable at the house, so now I have my TBS and TNT back...good but bad) I need to get my getting-fatter-by-the-minute ass off the couch and clean the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10983268-8228770866907931381?l=saramoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8228770866907931381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10983268&amp;postID=8228770866907931381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8228770866907931381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10983268/posts/default/8228770866907931381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saramoe.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-sure-where-to-beginagain.html' title='Not sure where to begin...again'/><author><name>~moe~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541964562545172837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/41/030_Ma038dal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
