snow day. and snow-ish day.

Much like the rest of the Southeast, Charlotte was stuck in snOMG this week.

  • Monday was the looming thought of snow.
  • Monday night we started to get antsy. Get bread.
  • Tuesday morning was a total waste of time. All mobile devices in the upstate were in constant refresh mode on
  • Tuesday afternoon school released early (There was still no snow). Get liquid bread.
  • Tuesday night there really was actual snow. Just check all social media outlets and you’ll see. We also got the glorious “CMS is cancelled” notification.
  • Wednesday morning there was still real actual snow. That began to melt. Pavement actually looked dry.
  • Wednesday night there was the “CMS is cancelled” notification, again. Strange but true.
  • Thursday. Snow is melting. It’s cold.

Wednesday and Thursday: Snow days. Really it should’ve been, “Wednesday: Snow Day. Thursday: Snow-ish Day. aka we don’t want to have kids sleep in school like hotlanta.”

So what did I do on my Snow and Snow-ish day?

  1. Watched the Today show. Love to feel like a housewife.
  2. Bought new running shoes via amazon. In a very un-like Jaime move, I bought the same shoes that I just wore out. In a new color. And it’s the older model. But let’s be real. The Mizuno Wave Rider 16 beats the new 17 any day.
  3. Painted my nails. I’m a bit obsessive about this like Rosayln Rosenfeld from American Hustle (here’s a dossier from I love that I’ve actually seen an award winning movie before it won those awards. So very hip of me.
  4. Filled out my new running log/training plan for the upcoming races. (Are you curious?! No launch date announced today. I’m just going to let you know when I let you know. Call me Beyonce.)
  5. Made a new crock-pot recipe that I will not make again. Too much work, not enough taste. Does anyone else think the crock pot sucks the flavor out of a lot of stuff?
  6. Found a new website for running gear that I love: I might be far behind. Speaking of which, these “randies” are on their site. I have to have them. I’m a size xs if you want to buy them for me. And if you believe that, we are not friends.
  7. Researched sunglasses for running. I have been super-unsuccessful at this and don’t, but want to. I’m thinking about the Smith Pivlock v90. Then I also saw them on the Oiselle site. Maybe it’s a sign.
  8. Read some of Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I’m not loving it so far, but I’m still reading because I’m curious.
  9. Concocted a new popcorn. Here’s the recipe: fresh popped popcorn (The Cuisinart Popcorn Maker might be my favorite kitchen gadget) splashed with Crystal Hot Sauce. I’m not even a big hot sauce fan, but it is amazing. Now we’re out of Crystal’s. I’m not sure if it should be called “Hot-Corn” (not super descriptive) “Crystal’s Corn” (sounds like some country-bumpkin recipe) or “Pop Crystal” (a champagne cocktail or an illegal drug). Whatever you call it, I don’t care (“Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care!”) just make it. And enjoy it. Repeat. (I did). 
  10. Made a vertical Snow Angel on the way home from dinner Tuesday.
Vertical Snow Angel! On a walk home from dinner.

Vertical Snow Angel! On a walk home from dinner.

Sounds like I’ve been productive, right? Right. I’ll keep telling myself that. I’ll tell the husband that, too.


Half crazy. My thoughts exactly.

We did it! About a week ago in warm and sunny Key West, we fell across crossed the finish line at the Key West Half Marathon. It was a fantastic experience and I will now entertain you with the details.

Disclaimer: I’ve read other people’s race re-caps and they somehow remember in what order things happened and give a nice organized details of “such and such happened at Mile 5.28” and “I managed a time of 4:08 on Mile 12.” I do not have any recollections of that sort. Maybe I have a bad memory. Maybe I don’t want to remember. Or maybe I had too many beverages in KW (to rehydrate, duh.)… So here’s a list of 13.1 things/thoughts/ideas from the race.

1. Before the race even started I about had a total-major-epic emergency. My fourth safety pin had jumped ship from my race bib (I was jealous of that little bugger about 11 miles later). Anyone that knows me understands my need for things to be “just-so.” My mind raced and I started to panic. *Insert superhero theme song music* The husband gave me one of his and sacrificed his fourth safety pin to shut me up save the day.


Before or after the safety pin catastrophe? The jury is still out.

2. “I should count people in tutus.” I lost count at 3. I still wonder about their aerodynamics…

3. On the outbound course, there were bubbles coming from a piano in Mallory Square: “this is magical!” On the way in… no bubbles: “this is not magical.”

4. “Smile for the race photographer! Suck in! Don’t look close to death!”

Throw the shaka. Smile. Look happy. My feet really are moving. I promise. I think this was around Mile 10 or 11.

5. There were musicians on the course which was nice. Gave me a break from my earbuds. I think the total was one bubble-blowing piano player, two steel drummers, a guitar player and his dog, and a partridge in a pear tree. I made sure to run extra slow by them to enjoy their talents *wink.*

6. I thought the race info said we’d see the sun rise but it was just up when I got the the ocean. I imagine this is because I was a bit “less fast”.

7. Race volunteers (mostly Florida retirees) manned the water stations and cheered: very encouraging and super nice. The Florida retiree runners that kept passing me throughout the race: not so encouraging, but super nice I’m sure.

8. Best shirt on the course: I run to drink beer. If you’re reading this, I’m going to drink beer before you. “Nice. Let me pass you.” Second best shirt on the course: Running buddy due in July. “Sure. Keep passing me, lady. I want your body that is busy growing a human and running a half-marathon to beat me.” I did get to compliment her shirt after the race and take her and her baby-daddy’s photo after.

9. Seeing the Southern Most Point was awesome on the way out. I captured this *super-awesome* selfie. Blurry from the sweat on my phone, not from some new Instagram filter. #nofilter,justsweat. I’m still smiling (Read: you know this was early in the race). Note the other selfie takers in the background. Note Cuba 90 miles away. I even multitasked enough to post to The Facebook mid-run.


10. Developed two blisters on my arches around mile 9. Guess it wasn’t a warm sweaty training season at home. Ouch. I also thought my knees were bleeding at one point. No fall. They just burned.

11. At one point my Garmin switched from training mode to just displaying the time and date. Had it given up on me? I switched it back. My thought, “It can’t believe I’m doing this either.”

12. I saw the husband (who had left me in his dust around mile 0.25) up ahead near mile 11. I was already way past empty at that point but I ran up to him and we finished disgracefully together.

13. Somewhere close to the finish, I kept seeing all the people that had finished. “I see you have your medal… and free beer… I know you finished like 60 minutes ago… I hate you…”


I finished, too. See my medal? My free beer? Yeah. That’s right.

13.1 Post race was the best part. More on that in the next post.

Bloody Marys at Half Shell Raw Bar

Bloody Marys are good for you. Look at all of those veggies.

Thanks for all of your encouragement and virtual cheers. I thanked you for the next few days in KW. Stay tuned to hear how…

aww… he got the velcros.

My shoe came untied. I was picking up dinner and of course had my hands full (carryout in one hand, 25 lb purse over my shoulder, and cell phone in the other hand, not in my purse– as if I get 85 calls each hour). I thought about kicking the laces around until I made it to the car, but I imagined myself dropping the food, my purse spilling, my hands getting scraped on the sidewalk… but not dropping my phone (because I would of course be on phone call #86). I stopped to tie my shoe and had an interesting thought… isn’t it funny that we still use laces to tie our shoes? I mean, have we not evolved past string?!

Cue the background music. My mind immediately went to one of my new favs, Thrift ShopAww… he got the velcros.

What happened to velcros? Isn’t that like a genius invention that allows the wearer to never need to drop her food, spill her purse, or ignore call #87? Why aren’t velcros cool? Don’t get me wrong… I’m not bringing them back anytime soon, but why aren’t they cool?

What other invention is genius, but just doesn’t stick? (get it, ‘stick’? like velcros sticks?!)


still here. still blogging. but not nine-to-five.

Well it’s March. It’s even a new season (although it still feels like Winter) and I haven’t blogged nearly as much as I’ve wanted to in 2013 . In thinking of what to blog about, I started thinking about the blogs I pretend are about my pretend So-Cal life read frequently…

There are a few blogs I follow with the same regularity as which I brush my teeth: Run Eat Repeat, Peanut Butter Fingers, MizFit Online: thank you all for making me jealous inspired by your life filled with writing, fitness, food, and free goodies from companies that send you stuff to review on your blog.

To those *lovely* bloggers: I am 100% envious of your “job.”

Don’t get me wrong– I am sure there are less than celeb-esque moments of their careers… but I am most inconveniently reminded of  the perks I have imagined when some kid’s parent is screaming profanities at me for giving him consequences. For what you ask? For screaming profanities at someone else (insert “apple not falling far from tree” reference here) or any other myriad of crazy situations.

My three favorite aforementioned bloggers are all experts in fitness, they take selfies in cute bargains from cute boutiques, they review local food, they make creative meals and include pics of what they eat, and post pics of their Garmins showing runs of distances that I don’t even drive.

I am not an expert in the fitness arena. I don’t take selfies. I scarf down my food before it has a chance of being in a photo op. I did log 5 miles on the dreadmill today to prep for the Cooper River Bridge Run but that in no way ‘expert.’  I am not currently testing products for any company and writing about them. I cook eat what the husband cooks for me and half the time it lands on a paper plate (not pic-worthy– even if it is Instagramed to the hilt).

I am however willing to be picked up as a free-lance blogger. And by free-lance I mean, pay me or at least send me free sh*t. At least then I’ll have something to blog about.