First up - Kip update: He's doing so much better. He is walking around now, although as he takes a few steps, he flicks his tail like "ow ow ow this hurts" - but then keeps on going. He's limping along - I told Jeff that if cats could have a cane, he would be using one! I'm really amazed by the self-healing that his pelvis has done. He's also bored, as evidenced by the thumping I heard Wednesday night. Hmmm, Paco was in his crate, Henry was outside, Jeff was asleep...which left Kip as the culprit. I got up to investigate, and found that he had opened up and climbed in one of the bathroom cabinets - he was hanging out under the sink, with a "why are you bothering me" look when I opened up the door. Crazy cat.
In running news, I joined a gym. Anytime Fitness, to be specific. Why? Couple of reasons. One, it's dang cold outside, and I'm supposed to be running three times during the week for my half marathon training, along with my long run on Saturdays. I've been having a hard enough time getting out there to run all by myself (cue lonely music montage); add the frigid weather, and it just wasn't happening as often as it should have.
The other reason is that I'm lonely. One of the things that I loved about my group workouts with my trainers was having other people to interact (ok, and suffer) with. This is one of the reasons why I like racing so much - I really love the camaraderie. I get that, to an extent, with my running club on Saturdays (I say to an extent because it's a pretty small club and no one runs at my pace so I'm usually running alone - but hey, we start together and all meet up at the end so that's nice). But during the week it's been mostly me, and I am bored with myself. My running buddy Jenny was busy over the holidays and then has been sick (feel better, Jenny!) - and I was only getting to run with her one day out of the three, anyway.
So, now I'm running on a pretty swanky treadmill, complete with its own TV. I even remembered to bring my headphones so I could hear it! Still figuring out how everything works - last time I ran on a treadmill was many months ago, and Linda or Brad would usually put me on it and start all the settings. I will say that while it was nice to lose myself in some mindless TV (E! News, anyone?), I missed being able to
holler call politely for Linda or Brad to come turn the fan on. Oh well, such are the sacrifices, right?
Three miles - done!
********************Some days Paco drives me crazy. I don't remember if I posted this haiku before (and no, I didn't write it), but this sums up his barking to a T:
I sound the alarm!
Mailman - come to kill us all!
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
View from my office. Once minute he is peacefully sleeping - the next, he's up and ready for action, barking like a fiend!
And then, he comes and jumps on my lap. Poses for a picture and all is well again:
Look at that peaceful face - he can do no wrong...hah!I'm supposed to tell you seven things about me. I can't remember what I have and haven't said already, so if any of this sounds familiar, I apologize...my memory, as usual, is full of holes!
Kelly was nice enough to give me this Stylish Blogger Award - thank, Kel!
- I cracked my head open as a very small child and had to get stitches - I've always been curious to see if I shaved my head, would the scar still be there?
- I was playing crash cars with the neighborhood kids when I was 3 years old - pretended to fall out of my big wheel-type of car and actually knocked out my front tooth. I had a hole in my smile for years.
- I broke my arm in fifth grade playing on the monkey bars at school. I was especially mad because I was a school crossing guard and couldn't hold my sign out. After a few weeks, I did, despite the cast. Could be why that arm doesn't rotate all the way like my other arm does. Totally worth it.
- When I was about 12 years old I was on my way to a babysitting job down the street. Stopped at the neighbors house to watch him pound something - probably a broken toy - into smithereens with a metal pole. Ended up getting smashed in the hand with the pole - hurt like hell and was bleeding and gross. Went to the babysitting job and asked the dad for a bandaid. Remember his shock at seeing my hand - think he wanted me to go home and show my parents, but I don't think I did. That scar has finally faded.
- While goofing around at the hospital where I was a candystriper, I slid into a heavy metal door in my stocking feet - sliced my big toe open and got to go to the ER as a patient. Totally worth it - those ER docs were cute!
- When I was driving with Jeff to southern California to meet his family for the first time, an unfortunate bump in the road caused a speaker in his van (I know, can you believe my parents let me go off with a guy who had a VAN???) to crash onto my head, causing a great deal of bleeding. I was so mad - I had gotten up early for the eight-hour drive, did my hair and make up really cute, and showed up on their doorstep all bedraggled and blood-stained! Nice first impression.
- I had a Little Golden Book called "Nurse Nancy" that came with bandages and I wanted to be a nurse from an early age. That lasted until I got to high school and realized that nursing took math skills - something I still do not possess.
No Fashion Friday, but here's a sneak peak of what will be featured next week:
Frye booties...hot off the UPS truck! I am in love with them already. Bonus shot of Paco, as usual, in the background.
OK, be sure to come back on Monday, when I will have a review and giveaway for a very cool product! Have a great weekend, and stay warm!