Friday, June 28, 2013

I Caved

After writing a post last week where I made all these modern conveniences (disposable diapers, air conditioning, clothes dryer) sound just like that (modern conveniences) and not complete lifelines, I thought I should give an update.

Thursday night, just hours after I posted, Levi had a monstrosity of the evening and completely abused the tile floor at a friend's house.  Bodily functions, multiple times, at least one pair of pants in the trash.

The next day I bought a pack of pull-ups.  I caved.

They are my sanity.  I'm trying to be disciplined and only use them when crapped pants would completely wreck my day.  For instance - we used them at Hershey Park on Monday, and a wedding on Saturday. However, I told Levi that they were just a different kind of underwear and he still had to use the potty.

In case you're looking for a potty training update - I think we're almost there!  The last two days have been completely accident free, and even during nap time.  Still using a (cloth) diaper or pull up for naps and night time, but I'm almost ready to use the term "Potty Trained."

The other caving I did had to do with the air conditioners.  I told Herb we really should install them because we are having company this weekend, but I was so grateful to have an excuse!  Heat is one thing - it can be combated with shade and ceiling fans.  Humidity is a totally different ball game and I was over it.  Last night I had the best night of sleep in a long time in my cool room!

So, just a little post keeping it real.  June Clever, I am not.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Lavender, Sunshine, and a Cool Breeze

Sometimes lately I feel like a 1950s housewife.

We haven't installed air conditioner window units and rely soley on our windows, ceiling fans, a cool breeze, and the grace of God.  (It's working, only 2 nights have been don't-touch-me-or-breathe sticky.)

We haven't gotten Herb's car inspected (is it worth it? who knows), and are sharing one car. This means I take Herb to work in the morning, I stay home, or I walk to his work to get the car if I need to go somewhere.  Don't worry, work is only a mile away, and tell me I can't use a little extra exercise!

We are knee deep in potty training and after I depleted the last pack of diapers, I declared, "No more buying diapers."  I didn't consider naps and bedtimes though, so I am using solely cloth diapers for that.  I figured if I'm washing 4 outfits of day for Levi anyway, why not throw in an extra 2 cloth diapers a day, too?

Our dryer broke.  Boo!!  It was free, so not a huge financial loss.  I think my dad and hubby can probably fix it, but there are too many other fun things to do with a Saturday morning, am I right?  Amazingly, though, it broke in May, just as the weather was turning from pretty nice to beautiful 90% of the time.  

My only complaint about line drying all my clothing was the stiffness.  Sure, fabric softner would have helped, but I didn't have any, and the whole dryer ordeal happened on an off-grocery week - meaning I didn't plan to go to the grocery store for at least 5 more days, so I needed a solution - and fast!  My clothes were itchy!  And smelled weird!!

Of course, I consulted my life assistant, Pinterest.  She did not let me  down.  I found this recipe, which uses a combination of vinegar, rubbing alcohol, and lavender essential oil.  It is beyond delightful.  My clothes smell awesome and I can't believe how much softer they are.

And now, I sound like a 1950s housewife turned commercial actress.  I'll end here. 

But seriously, try the vinegar-alcohol-lavender stuff.

Monday, June 17, 2013

I Dyed

The much anticipated first 5K happened this weekend!  I achieved my goal of running the entire thing, although my running was quite slow - unofficially, my time was 48 minutes.  Yikes.  I was hoping to do it in 45, but eh, it is what it is.

The highlight of the race was definitely the company I kept.  Jess, Melody, and Stacey, who are all half marathoners (!) ran the race, too.  We drove to Philly on Friday night to pick up our packets and we met up with Kristi and her friend Kyla for dinner.  We ate at The Continental and then went back to Kristi's for (surprise) birthday cupcakes for me!

Of course, I didn't sleep much that night.  Jess and I shared a futon, and spent two hours catching up on a month (or more) of conversation.  This is what makes our friendship tick.  We live an hour away and neither one of us are much for phone calls, so once every other month we end up at a retreat or something together that involves chatting far into the night.  I love it!

The morning of the race I was pretty tired and probably what seemed to be nervous/grumpy.  I had to tell everyone that I don't like talking before 8 am, haha!  Right, Lauren?  I wasn't sure what to eat before the race - I certainly didn't want to risk too much liquid, especially coffee.  I went with a small amount of oatmeal and a banana - it was the perfect thing.

The race was super crowded.  I don't have anything to compare it to, but there were hundreds, if not thousands, of runners.  Who knows.  We got to the starting line around 8:30 am, after waiting in line for the porta-potties.  Half an hour before the race started, this was our spot (see below).  My best guess is we were more than halfway towards the front of the crowd.

9:00 am came and went, and the race didn't start.  It finally got going around 9:15, and the officials let a wave of people go every few minutes.  We officially got going at 9:27 and got doused with a bunch of pink powder.

The starting line was a dousy.  Too many walkers and people trying to get to the powder, I had to weave and push to get through.  I was kind of worried about getting trampled.

After a few twists and turns through the parking lot of Citizen's Bank Park, and a yellow and orange color station, we were running up the road and towards the Eagle's Stadium.  At this point, a police officer told me, "Only two miles to go!."

Holy crap, I thought.  I was exhausted.  I couldn't believe I had only made it one mile so far.  I was so discouraged by all the people walking and passing me, and the family with several kids under five who seemed to be moving faster than I was.  At that point, still in unbelief, I pulled out my phone to check out the Run Keeper app, and realized that when I shoved it in my pocket at the starting line, I accidently turned the tracking off.

"Activity starting," my phone chirped at me.  Boo.  So much for getting an official time and baseline for my first 5k.  Run or Dye prides itself on being laid back, which means untimes, which, as it turns out, is a total bummer and let-down.

About a block later, another runner passed me, and I hear their Run Keeper shout, "Distance, two miles, time, thirty minutes."  The laughed, seeming a little disgusted at thier 15:00 minute/mile time, but chalked it up to pushing a stroller.  I knew they started after me, because I never noticed them in the crowd, so I figured I was either going about 15:00 min/mile, or even slower.  So much for breaking my personal record.

We lapped around the football stadium and at that point stadium workers were standing along the course watching us and smoking.  YES.  SMOKING.  Seriously?  I was already hot, tired, and breathing heavy.  I did not need a good dose of Marlboro, too.  How inconsiderate!

I was just done.  The course felt longer than three miles, running in the middle of a bunch of black pavement and in the hottest conditions I've ever ran it was making me miserable, I was discouraged by not having my run keeper being accurate and the amount of walkers who kept passing me, and disappointed that all the color stations were crammed in the first mile.  In fact, at this point, my shirt was still practically white.

Then, off in the distance I could see green stuff in the air.  "It's the finish line," a walker near me said to someone else.  At that point, I put my butt in gear.  The girls infront of me with "Outlaw," written on their butts needed to eat my dust.  They were walking/running and kept getting in front of me the entire race.  I passed them with a vengence.

I turned left into the finish line of green powder.  My running buddies attacked me with more powder and chased me to the finish line.  Too many casual walkers and onlookers crowded the end of the race, and I screamed, "Move!"

I got to the end and peeled off my too-tight skirt.  I may or may not have uttered some distasteful language.  I asked Jess approximately one million times what time we started and what time it was now.  Someone brought me two bottles of water.  I was finished!

I'm glad I did it, and mostly hit my goal, but overall the race was kind of disappointing.  The color stations were lame, poorly manned, running out of color, and congested with people rolling on the ground and being stupid.  The miles or kilometers were not marked at all making it really frustrating.  People were smoking on the course.

I did get a free shirt and bag and have a wonderful time with my girlfriends.  Last night I found myself researching local runs - I'm ready to do another, more formal one.  I think it would be fun to have Herb and other family/friends along the course to cheer me on.  I'm kind of bummed that my first race was lame.

But, it's done, and I did it. :)

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Twenty Nine

Well, that was fast.  Usually I look at the 12 first days of June as MY month.  I celebrate the strawberries that are fresh, the school that's just ended, the upcoming anniversary of my birth.  Sometimes it feels like the entire month is just for me, because after my birthday (June 12), comes our anniversary (June 24).  Aren't I a little self-absorbed?!

Herb whisked me away to the booming metropolis of Lititz on Monday night for an early birthday celebration.  When you both have multiple jobs, it means that sometimes a Monday night date is in order.  Levi had a date, too, with the Strayer girls.

"Mommy, when you left I was crying.  But then Ruby turned me with her bright eyes."  Makes me think of this song.

Herb and I dined at the Tomato Pie Cafe (delicious and  affordable), shopped child free at Goodwill (you seriously don't know what a treat that was), stopped for a night cap at Appalachian Brewing Company (when have we ever just gone out for a beer?!).  It was a low key evening, very laid back, and really, any time spent with the man of my dreams is good for me.

Wednesday, my actual birthday, brought some absolutely gorgeous weather (I really thought it was supposed to rain).  Levi and I took a walk, went to Oregon Dairy Family Farm Days (soooo full, crowded, and busy...NEVER again), ate lunch at Sonic, and got some groceries.

Before I could start dinner, my mom called, asking what my favorite meal of hers is, and showed up a few hours later with ingredients for lasagna and a birthday cake.

When I blew at the candles I made a wish, check back with me in 364 days to see if it came true.  Although, since Levi blew out the candles as much as I did, maybe he took my wish.  In that case, the next year will be filled with firetrucks, racecars, and baseballs.

And because I am who I am, I'll sign of with a song.  This one has been playing on repeat in my head today, and it seems about fitting.

I feel that the love around me has come from another world

I have lost love, I have found love
From the moment you were born
I could see a new beginning, come to me, let me tell you how
How I've lost love, and now I've found love, in a world of broken dreams

Sunday, June 2, 2013

If It Weren't Awesome...

Last week I completed the couch-to-5k training that I started back in March.  Just in time, too - Run or Dye is in less than two weeks.  I feel confident that I'll be able to finish the race without walking any of it.  But, let's not talk about the length of time it takes, okay?

In these final two weeks before the 5K, I'm not sure what to do training - wise.  Do I just keep running 3.1 miles?  Should I run more or less in the days before?  I don't know - I need to do some research.

This afternoon, despite the fact that I usually run in the morning, I took advantage of the cool breeze and the two sleeping gentleman, and headed out to do the route I call "The Manheim 5K."  After the first mile I was dying.  I passed a gentleman on the road.

"Hi," I puffed.

"Have a great run!" He shouted to me with a big smile.

I laughed.

"Well, it sucks so far, so we'll see!"

Now several strides past each other, he turned around and shouted, "If it weren't awesome, you wouldn't be doing it!"

Obviously, I'm PMSing, but then I started crying.  Honestly, I cry when I'm running more than you'd think.  We're not talking the ugly cry, just getting choked up.  This time reveling in God's faithfulness - turns out I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.

(My first set of actual running "gear" - the stuff that makes you sweat/wicks away sweat. I love and hate it.)

I was going to end this post here, but I'll share this other funny story that happened today, too.

Last night, Manheim hosted the first annual "Rock and Glow 5K."  I couldn't go, so instead I found out the route and ran in a few weeks ago and adapted it to start and stop at my house instead of the town square.  This is the route I was doing this afternoon.  During my final mile, someone else started talking to me, this time from their driveway.

"Are you retracing the 5k?"  the man asked.

"Actually, I am!  I couldn't make it last night, so I'm doing it on my own."

"That's great! Keep going down this road and then make a right.  You're on the right track!"

"I'm living vicariously," I said, now well past his house.

"And you saved yourself $25!"

We all know how much I love a good bargain.