Sunday, February 22, 2009

Still running...sort of...

The past two weeks I have been a total slacker when it comes to running. Work has been really busy and it has been hard to get a run in during lunch. If only I could get my lazy ass up and out of bed in the morning. But lets face it. Who the hell wants to get up while it is dark, cold and miserable outside (besides my husband). Speaking of, he had a little incident today on his run. When he was about 4.5 miles from the house he totally wiped out on the trail. Thankfully, nothing broken and/or sprained. He will however, have a nice size bruise on his backside.

In the coming weeks will be doing some remodeling around the house! We decided to jump on board and try our own little economic stimulus here in CNY. First thing is to get a new bay window and entry-way door and upstairs windows. We will be heading out this week to check out some pricing. Be prepared to be bored with pictures.

Oh, and next week. I will reveal the one thing I have always wanted and finally purchased. It should be here shortly and I hope it lives up to its hype!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

In Loving Memory

February 9, 1966 - February 2, 2005

Where the Sidewalk Ends

- Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Blah, blah, blah

Things I know for certain (not really):

This winter will never end.
Running is a bitch.
My dogs have the life I wish I could live -- eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Oh wait. I do. Okay, you know what I mean.
February is the worst month out of the year.