March, In A Nutshell


  Okay, I admit it.  I’ve been a blogging lame-o, but here is a run down of some things that have been going on.  The first two weeks of March I participated in two 5ks; the first one I did my second worst on.  For some reason when I crossed the start line my body was telling me it just did not want to run.  Plus the cute little running skort I purchased only a week before chafed my thighs until they were raw.  Note to self: do a test run after purchasing any new work-out gear.  The second race was the following weekend and I did a bit better.  My timing was 30 seconds quicker than the weekend before and this run included a few hills. 

After that last run I drove down to meet our blogging buddy Maureen in Tucson.  We did a photo shoot which was so much fun.  As you might know, Maureen is a wonderful photographer and I got to meet a few of her favorite subjects; the horses.  Maureen’s home is a desert dream with a spectacular view of the nearby mountains.  There is a southwest print in my kitchen by the artist Downe Burns.  Everytime I look at it I think of Maureen’s home in the desert. 

Ana came out for two weeks.  We had a wonderful time which included many dinners out and some great chats over a glass of wine sipped in the evening on the back patio.  We hiked in Sedona and also here in Phoenix.  It was a pretty full two weeks.  Ana must have really enjoyed herself because she came back with her son this past Monday night.  What can I say?  She is the ultimate house guest.  I’d arrive home after work and the dishes would be done, along with a bouquet of fresh flowers on the kitchen counter. 

Athletica and I went to Carlsbad, CA for the race at the very end of March.  Carlsbad is this small seaside town that was a really fun place to visit.  We flew into San Diego, rented a car, and then drove up to Ocean Beach.  We walked the boardwalk on a very chilly day.  There were surfing lessons going on and people out getting some exercise.  At one point a tough looking bunch of guys road by on low-rider bikes that looked custom.  They wore shades despite the cloudy weather, however the tough guy image was soon diminished as soon as one of them rang their bell to get our attention.  Only in California.  We had breakfast overlooking the ocean and then headed up to the hotel in Carlsbad.

The race was pretty good and the course stretched along Pacific Coast Highway.  There were five 5ks altogether and they started us ‘old folks’ (40 and over) first.  The men went and then the ladies.  That is the first race I’ve done where they’ve arranged things that way.  There were lots of hills so there was a bit of challenge there.  What I really liked about this race was that at each mile marker they had the time listed.  I did 11 minute miles for the first two miles and then by the third my legs felt like they were locking up.  I was having pain in my left knee and hip.  I walked a good portion of it but decided towards the end that I would run despite the pain.  I passed a woman walking who said to no one in particular, “I don’t know why I do this.  I sign up and I get to it, and then I hate it.”  While I don’t hate running by any stretch, my sentiments at the very moment were quite the same.  However, I laughed and kept going.  I arrived only a few seconds later than my last race so I wasn’t too disappointed with my time, especially given the size of the inclines on this course. 

I limped over the finish line, met Athletica, and then headed back to the hotel to shower and change.  We hit up the beer garden afterwards and chatted with some of the other racers.  After two beers we were really feeling it.  I admit I probably should have stopped at one but hey, too late to take that back now.  As Ana says, you don’t buy beer, you rent it.  That being the case we needed to find a bathroom and the only thing available were the typical race port-o-potties.  Unfortunately there were no hand sanitizers available.  We headed over to the expo which was still in full swing.  We happened across an unmanned booth that contained a table with some a container with a pump on the top which I naturally assumed was hand sanitizer.  I was just about to squirt some of the liquid into my hand when a 30-something woman came over and said she’d be happy to help me, miss.  I’ll admit I gave her brownie points for calling me miss and not ma’am.  She then went on to explain that her product was not hand sanitizer at all.  It was the equivalent of what marathon runners refer to as ‘Gu’.  It comes in a small packet and contains sugar and caffeine to help stimulate energy.  Runners will take this when they need a boost (and not when they need their hands sanitized).  I felt so dumb, but as Jamie Foxx sings, “blame it on the al-al-al-al-al-al-cohol.”

Later in the day we could hear drumming.  We followed the sound to a drumming circle where a very pregnant lady with dreadlocks and a peasant skirt invited us in to dance.  The group had gathered on a small patch of grass above the beach.  She took our hands and lead us in where one couldn’t help but move to the beat.  It was one of the neatest and most randomest things I’ve ever stumbled upon. 

We stayed one more night and then visited an old mission that was built in the late 1700s called San Luis Rey de Francia.  I love places like that.  We drove down to San Diego and had lunch on the water before visiting the USS Midway which was decommissioned some time ago. 

Like I mentioned earlier, Ana is back.  She, her son, Athletica and I will be heading to Tucson this weekend.  Myself and Athletica have a race and then we will meet up with Ana later to hang out by the hotel pool. 

So, that’s really been whats going on here.  Work has been completely crazy.  My breaks have been at a minimum as of late so I haven’t been able to get on here to post or read other posts.  I’m hoping to soon though!

Live And On Location From Loca Land

After 10 great years with my little SUV it finally broke down for the first time earlier this week.  I made it home and stood in the driveway for a while watching the smoke escape from the hood.  I had no choice but to call the former other half and I hated the fact that I had to rely on him.  Luckily though he has been car pooling to work and has allowed me to use that big gas guzzling behemoth of a truck that screams of ‘Sunday!  Sunday!  Sunday!”  I should have my car back today.  It was also an expense I was not counting on. 

Lately I’ve barricaded myself in my room and it hit me this morning that I really need to pick myself up by the bootstraps and start getting out a little more.  I have not been to the gym.  I have barely eaten the past couple of days so I’m surprised that I don’t feel faint.  I have to return to the world of healthy eating.  There is a race next weekend.

Earlier this week my friend Ana in Boston texted me that there was a certain web site I needed to check out.  “POF,” she said.  She said it was great.  “You’ll love all the cubs.”  Cubs?  So I went to the web address she sent via my phone and it looked like something you had to register for.  Other than the area to type in your user I.D. and password, there was no other info to even say what the site was.  I texted her back, “What is POF?”  Her response was, “It stands for Plenty of Fish and you should see all the hot guys there.”  Oh gosh.  Here we go.  “You are a cougar now,” she told me.  “Meow.”  I’ve never considered myself as such, as if a Cougar were a different species of human being that has had way too much plastic surgery and hits on her daughter’s boyfriends.  Worst off, I’m thinking, why is Ana looking on an online dating site?  She has been married for 20 years now.  I was in her wedding.  A few days later she texted that she is thinking of leaving her husband and wants to know if she can come to Arizona and stay with me for a while.  Looking back the signs have been there all a long.

My guy friend going through the divorce was officially divorced as of yesterday.  So, DGF (Divorced Guy Friend) calls on Wednesday morning at about 5:50 am.  This is actually quite normal for phone calls and texts at any given hour of the night or day.  I open one eye and answer but he has already hung up.  I text him and ask if he just called.  He responds, ‘sorry!’  I respond, ‘dork’ and go back to sleep.  A few minutes later and there is another text message.  It was him again.  He told me that this new friend he has been dating the past few weeks is now his exclusive girlfriend.  This of course gets my attention.  I sat up in bed and let the words sink in.  “It was a whirlwind,” he told me.  While I tried to be happy for him I realized that I was about to lose my partner in commiseration.  The anchor had fallen off my boat.    He had changed his Facebook status to ‘in a relationship’.  Hence the call that morning moments after the status update.  I was as speechless as much as one can be over text messaging.  He said he felt pressured from her.  He has only been seeing her for a few weeks and get this, she is only here visiting.  She lives in Georgia.  I asked him if he was going to have a long distance relationship.  He said, “Yeah, I guess so.  I don’t know if I’m ready for this.  What should I do?” 

“That,” I typed, “is not something I can help you with.  You’ll have to figure out what is right for you.”  He kept apologizing as if he had betrayed me.  I told him he didn’t need to be sorry.  He had been through a lot and deserved to be happy. 

Up until that moment I didn’t realize how much I had been leaning on him for support throughout this whole ordeal.  I went to the new girlfriend’s Facebook page which is suddenly public.  She had changed her picture to a very provocative one which I found odd.  In fact, I find this whole thing odd.  Perhaps it had something to do with a certain recent run in they both had with DGF’s ex-wife?  Apparently the new girlfriend wasn’t too happy about it.  I’m happy for him but there’s a part of me that feels sorry for him at the same time.  What came next still has me spinning.

Yesterday morning a few minutes past six am, there was another text message from him.  Again he is apologizing and telling me how sorry he is and how guilty he feels.  Again I tell him not to be sorry.  I point out that I realized how much I had depended on him and it did freak me out thinking I was about to lose that.  Later on in the morning while talking to my boss, my phone chimes that there is a message.  After my boss vacates my office, I pick it up and am dumbfounded by what it says.  It is of course from DGF.

“I love you.”

I stare at the message for a few minutes, put the phone down, pick it back up.  There it is in plain English.  I place the phone down again and put my head in my hands.  How does one respond to that?  Thank you?  Get bent?  Or does one respond at all?  How would the new girlfriend feel about this latest revelation?  I pick the phone up again, and again stare at the message.    There are his picture, his name, the time, date and of course the message.  I glance at my scanner next to my desk.  and then back at the phone.  A thought crosses my mind like a dark cloud passing the sun on an Arizona afternoon.  I smirk to myself, delete the message and go back to work.  This morning I deleted his contact info out of my phone.

Yesterday afternoon I’m working away when I receive another text message.  This time it is from the same man I had drinks with a few weeks ago.  He asked if I’d be free for Friday night.  Honest to goodness, what a day!  I didn’t realize the ‘deer in the headlights’ look would turn out to be so irresistable.  I let him know honestly that I’m not ready to date.  I did say that several times before but it must have some strange reverse psychological effect.  He wrote, “Well, excuse me for being interested in you.”  Where it was again text messaging, which I’m growing to loathe, I couldn’t tell if he was kidding. I’m guessing he was.  He told me to reach out when I was ready.  I’m thinking the 12th of Never may be an appropriate date. 

I drank my coffee in bed this morning and watched the rising sun dance between the fronds of the palm tree.  Then I got up, looked around at the house and thought about all the things I needed to accomplish.  When things went south last month I made a plan for myself.  I would clean this place up, I would not date yet and I would start to fix anything that is broken.  My car was first on the list.  I think there may be a trip over to The Home Depot this weekend.

Happy December!

Well, I will completely admit that I have been a total blogging lame-o this past month.  Not sure what came over me but I seem to have a bit of bloggers block.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Things have been really busy here but I’m hoping that will slow down within the next couple of weeks before the holidays.  There has been some trouble on the home front which I won’t get too much into here but it does make me sad.  Especially with the holidays around the corner.   I’ve spent more time with friends or on Facebook than I have here.

Anyway, during the month of November I had some girlfriends come out for a visit.  One came from Florida and the other came from Boston, where we all grew up.  We had plans to stay in the Bisbee/Tombstone area for one night but ended up increasing our stay for two nights.  I don’t think I have laughed so hard in my entire life.  And I can’t even say what about.  If I tried to repeat it, it wouldn’t make any sense to anyone else. 

The goal right now is to get back to Boston for Christmas so I’m currently working on making that a reality.  We’ll see.

Well, I should probably get down to the business of seeing what you are all up to.  🙂  Missed you guys!

I see the snow is back.  How cool is that? 


Texting For Seniors

I received this in an email and thought it was hillarious:

Seniors Texting Code

ATD: At The Doctors

BFF: Best Friend Fell

BTW: Bring the Wheelchair

BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth

FWIW: Forgot Where I Was

GGPB: Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low

GHA: Got Heartburn Again

IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On

LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out

OMMR: On My Massge Recliner

OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas

ROFLACGU: Rolling On Floor Laughing and Can’t Get Up

TTYL: Talk To You Louder

The Lovely Bone

Like a child with a security blanket, Abby has taken to carrying around this rawhide bone recently.  This was given to her last Fall and it has remained mostly untouched since then.  Lately though this bone has become her constant companion.  When I arrive home at night she has it in her mouth when she comes to greet me.  It is often lying on her bed when she is elsewhere.  She has managed to get it out through the doggie door without getting stuck which was most impressive.  In the photos below she has hopped up onto the bed in a veritable show and tell.  Oh yes, I say, it is a very lovely bone.  Thank you for showing it to me.

Things On Friday. . .

Indecent Exposure

Last weekend I decided to take the gift card that Hubby had given me for Christmas down to the local nail shop to get a pedicure.  This nail shop had expanded to now include massage, facials, permanent makeup, etc…  There was a wait for a pedicure so I decided to get a massage as they were half price.  A male therapist lead me down a hallway into a small dimly lit room.  At first I was wondering what it was that I had gotten myself into.  A nightlight plugged into the outlet was the only light.  The therapist also didn’t speak much English.  He held up a terry cloth wrap which looked more like a towel with velcro that fastens under the arms.  He gave me instructions on what to do with it but where I couldn’t completely understand him I thought for a split second that he wanted me to change behind it while he held it up.   He left the room and I stripped down to my undies, and then fastened the wrap around myself.  The massage itself was good and he was professional.  Although at one point while I lay supine, he had lifted my arms up to stretch them when, how shall I say this?  The Twins popped out from under the wrap.  I didn’t notice this right away but apparently he did.  Just as I looked up in horror, he also was laying a towel across my chest.  Oh my, was it good for you?

More Backyard Antics

 The cat is back to terrorize Abby.  This time kitty no longer sits on the fence and taunts Abby.  She had gotten so brazen as to slink into the backyard and sit while Abby watches warily from a distance.

Hubby finally had to pick the cat up and place her back in the neighbor’s yard.  She and Abby were engaged in the longest staring contest in history.  Abby didn’t act all tough until Hubby picked kitty up. 

Abby is the recipient of a new doggie door.  We installed it last weekend and within a few days Abby got the hang of it.  The flap is a few inches off the ground so there are no worries that the Weasely One will sneak out through out.  Not that she could see it anyway, bless her.

Early this week I was awoken by what sounded like a knock.  I was actually dreaming that Hubby and me were in a hotel near the ocean and someone was knocking on the door.  Upon opening my eyes I heard a cat screech and knock something over in the yard.  Most likely a rake.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I sat very still and listened.  There was nothing else.  At night we keep the flap of the doggie door closed.  I was unsure if what I heard was Abby trying to get out or the cat trying to get in.  Hubby is convinced that Abby wouldn’t let a cat come through, however, if the cat can come into the yard without Abby raising cain then I’m not convinced myself that a cat wouldn’t enter the house while I’m at work.  Time will tell.  Luckily the Weasel stays locked in the bedroom.

Have a nice weekend.