Sprinkles: the cure for everything

I'm about to make you feel better about almost everything. (Yes, even the frigid weather).

It's safe to say I'm a couple days late with this one.

Ever since Friday, (five days ago) I've had the constant feeling of being carsick. Five. Days. No, I still don't know what causes the dizziness but five days straight every couple months of not being able to do anything but sit or lie still without feeling sick, is unacceptable. I considered drugging myself up with Dramamine, which would have been wonderful except for the fact that, you know, I work for a living and being awake is a necessity.

This morning I was dreading getting out of bed and going through it again but then, when I stood up out of bed...NOT DIZZY! It's like the clouds parted and I wanted to kiss everyone! And everything! PIPPI, GET OVER HERE!

Suddenly, after taking five days off from working out, due to the obvious, I currently want to RUN ALL THE MILES!

I'm officially giving credit to the last thing I ate last night for this miracle.

AKA - ending a bad day in the best way possible.

The sprinkles poured out too fast and I was about to complain that I got too many and then I realized...that's not even possible! 

Not only was it cold outside yesterday (there I go again)

...but my commute to work ended in this:

Stop signs. They aren't optional.

I probably haven't said this enough, but MAN do I love people. So, in trying to look for the humorous in crap situations, I found it kind of funny that, when I called the insurance company one of the questions they asked me was whether I was wearing my seatbelt. Now, I instinctively always put mine on, so when I told "insurance lady" that I was wearing mine I wasn't lying. My question is...who would say no to this? Not only would that be really stupid but it's actually against the law to drive without your seatbelt on in North Carolina. So, if someone actually admitted to not wearing one, would insurance not cover the accident?

That's your homework. Hope to it! I'll be over here...basking in the glow of being able to look from side-to-side without feeling the need to hurl. Wee!

"Does this mean longer walks again, Momma?"

A little bit badass

Yes, it's a stock photo. Just pretend there's no watermark.

I...don't feel like writing today. But I feel like I should. The angel and the devil are busy this morning. I had a great weekend. I ran on Saturday and skipped out on hot yoga on Sunday because I'm starting to feel incredibly guilty about paying $12 for each class when my car needs to be washed and I am running out of shampoo. I enjoyed some awesome sunny weather, HGG watched Horton Hears a Who with me, and even laughed...some other things happened. The end.

No, not really. Although, kind of.

On Saturday morning, Kari and Alyssa tried to talk me into running the Hartford Marathon with them in October.

I had considered doing the Hartford half marathon, but then I started looking up prices for flights and train rides and hotels and was brought back down to earth. Oh, right. I'm poor. HGG showed interest in running the 5k so, as a compromise, I looked up some other races in October and *ta da*

There's a race called the Myrtle Beach Mini Marathon in October in South Carolina. It's actually a half marathon and there's a 5k option. AND even the 5k finishers get a medal (which doubles as a bottle opener). SCORE!

I'm not registered yet, but I have until May 31 before the price goes up so if, by then, I still think I want to do it, I'll register. I wonder if I can convince my family to come and cheer.


Yesterday I was also forced to embark on an unwanted adventure. On my way to work yesterday I thought the Jeep was driving a little funny, but then I was feeling dizzy and also it was Monday morning and my brain hadn't kicked in yet. When I got back to the parking lot after work, I realized I wasn't crazy after all.

womp womp woooomp.

I called HGG and my brother right away, and then went about seeing how far I could get on changing it myself before help came. I had to ask my brother where to put the jack, but other than that I was doing good until it came to loosening the lug nuts. I got one off and almost broke the lug wrench (that's the right name, right?) jumping on it trying to get the others off. A kind gentlemen that had just gotten off the bus came over and loosened them for me, also by jumping on the lug wrench. So, yeah, I'd say they were a tad too tight! By the time HGG got there to rescue me, I had the new tire on.

I never thought, 15 years ago, when my stepdad "forced" me to change a tire on my own, that I'd actually use the skill (because I was 15 and I already knew everything, you see).

Now I'm glad I was forced into it.

I feel a little badass.