Lumberjack with pretty feet

And the internet wins again.

This past weekend I finally did a few things that were long overdue. For one? I got a freaking pedicure!

I never do red. So mainstream of me.

It's probably been over a year since I've gotten one and, as with getting my hair cut, after I have it done and realize how much I needed it, I promise myself I'll do it more often. And then I don't.

Only time will tell.

The next thing I did that was long overdue has to do with a very large, ugly bush. Let's all get the giggles out of the way now. LARGE UGLY BUSH!

Ok, on to the story of said bush.

The first time I pulled up to my house (which wasn't mine yet) for an open house, my first thought was, "Holy crap, that large, ugly bush has got to go."

I mean, come on.

I vaguely remember asking the property manager if I could remove it and her telling me I'm not allowed. And then lately there have been break-ins in my neighborhood and what better place to hide than behind the LARGE UGLY BUSH, right? My agenda was clear: chop down the bush!

And so, saw in hand...

BOOM!

As you can see, there's still a stump there. I don't have the necessary tools to dig it out, but my brother suggested using the Jeep's 4-wheel-drive power to do it. Not surprisingly, I've already gotten an offer from a friend to do it for me...in exchange for beer. Aaaand...done.

Come spring, I plan on planting something much more aesthetically pleasing in the spot than the large, ugly bush. Suggestions welcome. Clearly, the HOA's landscaping company pretty much sucks at choosing greenery....and trimming it.

They trimmed this dude a couple months ago and left it like this.

Now, had they trimmed the large, ugly bush like this, I would have kept it.

I mean, who would burgle a house with this out front?

NO ONE!

From heckled to heckler

To start out, I need a favor. PLEASE (yes, I'm begging) enter Kari's giveaway today! Here's her plea.

It's a sad day if I don't get some more entries in the giveaway by the end of the day today. If I don't, I'll have to cancel it :(. Please don't make me cry and beg (plus Emily is offering those of you that enter a promo code for 20% off her Etsy shop if you enter).

 DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!

And now a quick confession before I get into the nitty gritty. I had breakfast dessert today and it was one of the most unhealthiest, delicious things ever. A package of Double Stuf Oreo Cakesters. I have one rule when it comes to eating such things and that is, if you're craving it, eat it. And if you're going to eat it, never look at the nutrition information. It's ok to splurge once in a while. Except now I have an entire box of them and I am no longer craving them. I should offer a pack to the next five people who order from my shop ;-)

Mmmm devilish deliciousness.

And while we're on the subject of confessions, I'm taking an unplanned rest day today. I did my four miles yesterday (it was supposed to be 4.5, but I decided to switch days and Thursday will be 4.5) and it wasn't easy. My legs are very tired, my left calf is mooing (heh), I mean hurting, and my knees felt weak (and no, not because Hot Gym Guy was there :). Amanda ended up coming and jumping on the treadmill next to me, which somehow made the time go by faster, although I'm not sure why since we both had on our iPods and didn't speak until we were doing weights afterward. And since I don't want tomorrow's 4.5 to suck, I'm resting today.

Come rest with me, mom!

At the gym yesterday, the guy who interrupted my treadmill run a couple weekends back, to heckle me about how I'm going to "wear that thing out" showed up yesterday just as I was getting off the 'mill. Of course he had some words, thought he was funny, ha-ha-not-so-much, and then I went on my merry way with some weights. About ten minutes later he stopped his treadmill and went to get off. I then decided to heckle him, "You're getting off already?" He said that I was training for a race, while he's training just to get out of bed a little earlier and then made some crack about how there needs to be a step at the back of the treadmill so the drop isn't so far when you're getting off. Never a dull moment at the gym when you've got your headphones off.

So I'm now two days away from a haircut and I've decided there's not even any sense in doing anything with my hair anymore. I get out of the shower, brush it, and go. Around the end of the day I get so fed up that it's normally in a headband, ponytail, and out of my way. My hair is stick straight and boring, except now that it's short, it's decided to grow funny.

One side under, the other side out. WTF, hair?!
Also, man, I'm looking more like my mom!
P.P.S. I was making a face. I don't smile scarily
on a regular basis.

 

Oh. yeah. About a year ago I got 10 inches cut off. That's why I'm so duh about my hair. I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it. It used to be a lot shorter than this!

Here's how long it was the day I got it cut:

I don't miss it one bit!

That's probably enough randomness and scary photos for today. Are your eyes burning yet?

Have you ever taken an impromptu rest day, going against your training plan?

Does your hair grow funnily? I refuse to believe I'm the only one.