shit's contagious.....

I've learned that often, a good road trip can cure what ails you....

or at least numb it for about 24 hours.

My most fabulous niece loves to drive so we decided to hit the road from Denver, Saturday morning, and head for Buena Vista.

The drive was, and is, always divine and I feel that I am the ideal passenger.  

I position all snacks and drinks where I can easily access for me and driver.

I don't complain about music...

I bring a blanket in case driver prefers chilly airflow....

I pay for gas.

I sit and knit and say way too much of this phrase,

"look...look how pretty"

as we drive over the 100th pass of the day.

We went over Cottownwood Pass

Guenella Pass 

and one other....

stopped at every overlook and took pictures of every beautiful hill

We chose to wonder around Buena Vista and then got a 

room" term loosely utilized" 

here:

we enjoyed the Springs and had a few laughs.

We went out dancing....

I had no clothes to wear so I had to hit the thrift store and scored some cute clothes

for 18$

I took pictures of this view (below) about 15 times but in different areas of our state.

the iPhone is unable to capture the beauty 

and then I was required to bring my skinny ass home and get back to the weirdness my life has become.

I have amazing people in my life...absolutely amazing.  Friends I can tell anything to , and they let me be me. Right now I have no one to impress and that has begun to free up my mind and love for others. It has been interesting to receive unknown love from so many people, lately, so much so that I actually feel like all the love I have put out in the past is finally arriving back to help me.

I still realize I am very slow and my decisions have not been made as a final....

because I need to complete this counseling phase.

I have made a few slips in the past two months...but I still believe things and people come into my life for a reason and I am no longer going to fear being able to enjoy my life or self....or any of my friends. 

I am going with the flow.

These lovely pictures of me....no filters, zit on chin...bad hair...

it's just fine because I'm learning that my friends give a shit less if I get dressed to hang out.

They just want to hang out...

ride motorcycles

drink beer or go to happy hour...

and I can finely grab my bag and walk out the door without feeling too nervous or guilt.

I will be leaving to travel in a few weeks and it will be my first big trip with just O and Sissy.

It is not solo, but I'm in charge of myself with no reason to be sad about my self worth.

my next goal is completing counseling, and understanding why this is all happening... and what I can do to either correct this loss and bring him back into my life with empathy and new love....

or move on without sadness about the past, because it has been an amazing past,

and be prepared for my future with myself, kid and friends ....

and honestly, I hope ,regardless of what happens, he will still always be part of my life.

Love is hard and being with someone for 19 years is great, even though the past 5 years have been death to my heart body image and self worth....we have still had so much fun...and a long time ago, I can look back at photos, he loved me ....

I know this.

and maybe he still does.

time will tell.

in the mean time....

I have some old friends who were pushed off my list due to conflict of interest....

 who have requested some Myssi time in different areas of the country to drink beer...have fun and catch up.

I'm in.

So don't be surprised if you see me out....

running, mountain biking, snowboarding , dancing, laughing or just having plain old fun....

and watch out....

if you come too close I may hug and kiss you 

....

this shit is contagious.

xo,

write ya later.

m

365 Days : Come Sail Away

FOMO

Fear of Missing Out

Sums me up.

Although this is a weird picture of my otherwise usually adorable ass, I was not missing out on this day.

Days like this are good good days.

see ya at the lake,

m

Elastic Running Shorts

We are going to now discuss something not many discuss.  Although I took a minute and googled it, so if you think I am some kind of freak….you are , well, right…but wrong.

This morning when I woke I thought to my slightly hung over self," You need to get up and run before it's 110 degrees out"

Yes, yes I do.  Then the arguing in my head, which I believe most runners do began.  "well, it is 6:10 am.  I'll just relax a bit more."

6:50 am, I could pick out paint colors for Olive's room.  Or how about I go vacuum the basement and finish up the laundry?  

"JUST GET UP!!!"

ok, ok…I'm up, but wait a minute.  When did I poop last?  I can't remember.  And although men do not understand this concept, I can't always remember when I pooed last because sometimes it is 3 days back.  Hmmmm?  I worked the last 3 days.  I know I didn't poop at work, that is impossible.  Was it Monday? No wait, it must have been Tuesday because we ate at the burrito place Monday night.  Almost 3 day ago.  I can't run if I don't poo first and 3 days of poo…now that is bad business.

7:15 am, let me have some coffee and see.  Ok.  Coffee, Facebook, think about it…and presto.  Off to the bathroom.  I unload and think:  good, but that was not nearly 3 days worth, but I pooed so I should be ok for at least 3.5 miles.  There is a bathroom at the Lake.

Shoes on, poop flushed, 7:55 am and 75 degrees out…let's get a move on lazy ass.

I get to the lake and feel good.  I put on Bill Burr's Monday Morning Podcast set my Nike + look for my friend Kris…(she's not there, but I always look)…and off I go.  I run a quarter of a mile and turn and decide to go the other direction around the Lake because I know the bathroom is closer….you know, just in case.

I run slow and steady.  The sound of Bill Burr in one ear and the crunchy gravel in the other.  The sky is clear and the mountains are visible for a change since the fires.  I run one mile, two miles.  My Nike says " Halfway point".  I'm on the farside of the lake, I'm keeping pace, sweating and wondering if all this working out is even worth it.  I'd rather be drinking Mimosas and eating a breakfast burrito.  Then I feel it.  Mile 2.75  a grumble, not in my stomach, but a little lower.  my mind begins to panic and my butt begins to tighten.   

No… Not on this side of the lake.  there is nothing here but wide open space, walkers and prairie dogs.  

I try to focus on what I'm listening to on my iPod .  This happens often, it gurgles then it recedes and I can make it to where I need to be before it lets loose.  I KNEW it…that was not enough this morning!…It's ok, I'll make it to the bathroom.  So, like the little engine that could I started the mantra.  You can make it You can make it ….I started looking at the prairie dog holes as options.  How rude would that be?  jeez.  I was looking at each sage brush as I passed by, "would anyone notice if I just shat right there?"  

Gurgle Gurgle

Argh…shit,…I'm not going to make it…I have to NOT think about this it's only 1 more mile to the bathroom …Don't fart, dont break wind….don't pass anyone…just clench and run, clench and run, 

Stupid Burrito…I don't care if it was 3 days ago, because I know it was the culprit.

As I eased around the lake and hit the welcoming sidewalk I could see the bathroom…"you can do it…don't think, "   As soon as I start thinking about not thinking about pooping. I decide I better walk so that I can clench better.  But then it takes longer to get to the bathroom…GurGle.  

I feel a little toot coming on.  No, No….that is NOT a toot.  don't even think if you toot that will relieve the pressure.  But my mind said one thing and my bodily functions said another.  

I just want you to know.  I made it to the bathroom.

The door was locked.

I was wearing running shorts with a pair of underwear on and they also had their own underwear sewn in with elastic cinched type leg holes.

I need these

I am thankful for the elastic pantaloons.  I am not thankful for the Burrito.  I would say my pride is hurt, but actually I kind of laughed to myself.  

Everyone poops.

Now maybe not in their running shorts at mile 3, but "shit happens'…and it was just a bit, tiny…you know…a warning for next time.  " Make sure you are done pooping before you run"

This is reality.

This is funny...

Seriously, it is

write ya later

m

PS…click the links…

First Yarn Bomb

Cherry Creek Arts Festival…about 7 minutes total…   needs a chain and ball

would you smile…?

I would

all done with the reboot...

YEA!!!!

Even though I am done, I believe I will continue to juice during the day.  Today I juiced breakfast, snack and lunch.  I feel fine.  It keeps me from feeling heavy.

I really don't know how many people honestly have the will power. But I guess if you realize that you may slip up but keep on going it works.  2 Fritos won't kill anyone...i don't think.

It's been a busy week for me.  I have been orienting at a new job and feels like I have been in Nursing school all week, and if you guys remember...I did not super enjoy it the first time.

Dinner tonight for the fam:

Grilled Salmon 

Fresh green beans

and i'm not sure what else.

360 days of my life #77

360 days of my life, originally uploaded by v8grrl.

I just got home from work, I'm studying for NCLEX, which is a mute point if I don't past a math clept test. It appears they are using me to make an example of at school.

it's ok, I'll roll with it.

My true issue right now is

my soul is lonely and unchallenged. Math is just not going to do it.

Does that make any sense to anyone but me?

The roteness of my days and the predictability of my life is tapping at my soul's door telling me to look around. Stop waiting for the end result,

enjoy the journey. Share it with yourself and enjoy.

I am Iam...

Touch, feel, love

don't be so impatient

it's right here.

what is meant to be will be.

having fun, yet?

Well, if you still arent done with your shopping there are a few easy things you can find on Craft sites. Seriously...some of these you can actually get done in a few hours

Tip Junkie

Instructables

We made these last night

Oreo Truffles *****Easy

they took about 1.5 hours minus the time they spent in the fridge while I drank wine.

Cover Some Buttons with CraftPudding *****Easy

takes about 30 minutes, fun and everyone, for some reason loves coverd buttons

Remember these?
Synda and I made Bottlecap Magnets last year

fairly easy, and really fun but you need:
epoxy stuff, magnets, bottle caps or a few 12 packs of beer and drink fast, and 1" paper hole punch to cut out perfect circle for the inside...if you are a scrapbooker these would be really easy.
Just take a trip to Hobby Lobby

well...you can always bake...

or if you knit...
here are some easy leftover yarn knittables

thanks: Another Knitting Blog
I think these (above) in half the size would be perfect and quick!!!

but mostly, remember it's not about Money spent...it's the thought ( tell this to my kids)
Sometimes when you think of giving something homemade you feel weird, but secretly...every one loves it, even those weird slippers Gramma makes every year