Every year we take H to the pumpkin patch. She loves it, I love it and it's cheap entertainment. We always go to Motleys. It's funny looking back. The first time we took H I spend days picking out her outfit. Cause you know it's all about the pictures you take at the pumpkin patch.
This was my favorite from the first year
Oh the cuteness, I know I'm a little bias but my word I loved me some one year old H.
Second year
Isn't it amazing how much they change in one year. Love my little sassy girl....
And then we have this year. They year where SHE decided what she's going to wear and how she's going to wear it. help me.
Here favorite part of the pumpkin patch, like always was the huge pile of hay/straw (like I know the difference) with the slide. I'd like to note that I didn't have to nonchalantly give a kid the evil eye for pushing H this year.
we fed the farm animals again this year. H always thinks she likes doing this until she gets slobber on her hands or when the chicken scares her. The entire feeding the animals gross me out, especially when the Billy goats just decided to poop randomly. It reminds me of the candy Whoopers. I just don't get it? I digress
Mom got to go with us this year, we just love having her here, I know she'll be headed to STL soon. We are going to miss her.
Well hello there blogger world! This girl is back from the beach! I am happy to say we survived the 10 hour car ride and the seven carefree days of eating and drinking. More on that later.
It was a rude awakening Monday morning when my alarm went off at 4am. I was full of piss and vinegar all day. Don't believe me? Just ask my co-worker who asked me if I was going to be ok. Monday's are over rated.
Tuesday's are my day off. Thank you baby Jesus. I had a "To Do List" a mile long. I managed to get most of it checked off before declaring today a "rest" day. cause you know 7 full days of rest just wasn't enough.
After checking off 4 out of the 16 things on my "To Do List'" I threw that list to the wind and sat my happy self on the couch.
I have been dying to see the movie "Safe Haven"
When I saw the movie preview, oh I don't know 7 months ago. I knew I had to see it. I mean really, did anyone else see that EYE CANDY?
I wanted to read the book first. I ran out to Barnes and Nobles and bought it. I immediately started reading it. like every day, which is big for me. Then it became only reading it at the beauty shop (read: once a week), then it became.. "Has anyone seen my "Safe Haven Book?"
I know I needed to be enjoying this beautiful weather outside running, but having the house to myself doesn't happen often. So, since I went to work yesterday, I rewarded myself with Safe Haven, and Oreos, and nachos and maybe a few brewskies! This girl knows how to through a movie party (for herself and her dog)
The Review: I use the word "review" lightly. I really just want to discuss Josh Duhamel
Have you seen the trailer?
Be still my heart.
The movie is a total chick flick, but who doesn't love a chick flick? It's your basic story of a girl who marries the wrong guy and finds herself running away to a new life. Except she runs into the arms of this guy.
Sop him up with a biscuit!
Top two favorite moments of the movie:
1. When he finds the letter's that his wife left for the children. And cue the tears...my goodness
2. When the cop drop them off at home and he pulls her behind the tree for a good night kiss... you know what I'm talking about!
What a love story, I mean how sweet was his character? Running a store in a small town in North Carolina, with his two adorable children as he tries to start over without his wife.
The wife, that was a kicker at the end. So was she seeing a ghost? I always get lost when they throw those things in at the end.
The end, I don't know what made me cry harder: When he found the letter's unharmed or when the little boy started crying because he missed his mom. GAH.... so sad.
I love watching sappy movies. This was a good one.
yes, I know...a day late a dollar short...story of my life lately
If I had one extra hour in the day.. I'd spend it alone, with a glass of wine on the couch watching reality T.V and I'd call it "Mommy's quite time"
I wish my name had the word "Queen" in front of it. Then I would NEVER have to do laundry again.
I think anything chevron is adorable on anything, rugs, babies, you name it. Love it.
My last nightmare was this morning when my child refused to get dressed for school. Girlfriend wants to be wild and free.
Sometimes... I go a little overboard with pictures. I love them. I want H to be able to look back and see her memories.
My last meal on earth would be nachos, beer, grilled cheese, cake, cheese pizza and Oreo's. BUT I'm sure if I knew it was my last meal I wouldn't have time to eat anything because I'd be too busy in prayer asking for forgiveness of my sins. ha...I kid. I'd eat while I prayed.
I would much rather pick up dog poo from the yard than do laundry.
Mayonnaise is delicious on a fried bologna sandwich with cheese.
Ten years ago I didn't think I would be living in AR six hours away from friends, family and the freedom of buying booze on Sunday.
Selfishly, I'm totally OK that M and I are leaving H with my parents while we go to Destin for a week. We deserve a week alone.
My favorite show right now is BIG BROTHER. It's like watching a train wreck. I can't look away.
And George Zimmerman, here is my two cents. Take out all the media bull, take out race, take out the crazy people who are out in the streets (and not at work) starting a riots and look at the facts. Was there enough evidence to prove him guilty. No. is it right? Nope. but there is one God. And he will face judgment one day. Can we please move on folks.
It's whatever Wednesdays!! This girl has been slack-a-lacking these days with her blog. My apologies, I promise to do better next week.
Here we go!
SO WHAT.....
If I have yet to buy M a Father's day gift. I always talk about him being super last minute and here I am days before and not a clue what to buy him
If I haven't ran in a week. Tonight I killed it.
If I skipped my hills tonight for the treadmill. It was freaking 98 degrees outside at 5pm.
If I slightly left a few dollars off when M ask how much it would be to reserve a bounce house for H's bday
If I have a slight shopping problem, a girls got needs
if M has more patience with H...it drives me insane that he never raises his voice or curse. Dang, he's so patient. I love me some him
If my part of the garden is voluptuous and M's side is barley showing any signs of growth.
If my laundry is completely out of control I despise folding that shit and putting it away
If I run from the crazy janitor at work. She won't leave me alone. I try to be nice but now I've become her BFF, I don't care that your husband lied to you, no I'm not your daughter please stop telling people that, yes I know all the books of the bible, I'm sorry I don't have time to teach you. And I'm sorry I'm not sorry for acting like I don't hear you when you YELL my name down the hall. #whereisyourhometraining
That's all folks, I got to hit the hay, this girl has happy hour after work tomorrow!!
Do you ever feel like you are on a ride and can't get off? I'm not talking about the fun, calm lazy river ride. I'm talking about the crazy rush street flyer ride. Where it just seems calm and then whoosh you are falling faster than the speed of light.
Maybe I need to put my big girl panties on and just deal with it.
I'm in a world of Terrible Two's
This too shall pass.
This week and next week I am part timing as a Taxi Driver. I do have to say I have been spoiled. I know I know, mother's do it everyday but I am very fortunate. My mother works close to the sitter, so everyday she takes H and picks her up. All I have to do is put H in the car, kiss her good bye and be on my merry way. Which usually means morning run sipping coffee and watching my DVR until it's time to get ready for work.
So today was day one, I was ready. H was dressed and ready and we were out the door only 5 minutes late. because I had to go back to the house to pick up my running stuff I was sitting tall smiling driving on the highway... until I realized I didn't brush my hair. womp womp. All I could do was laugh.
Yesterday, I woke with the farmers and road tripped it to Hot Springs for the Spa 10K run. To say it was freezing is a total understatement.
I talked my mom into the festivities. We got the the race a little early but thankfully they opened the convention center where we could wait inside and gawk at all the professional, hot, tan, men runners who where stretching stay warm.
By race time it had warmed up to a hot breezy 40 degrees. I peeled off my northface and gloves and thought warm happy thoughts. We were corralled by our pace. I bravely stood in the 9 pace and mentally noted who I should buddy up with to stay on pace.
Seriously there was a old guy running with a cane and a trash bag around him He may have been lost I don't know but old man river was running that race.
8:00am the gun goes off and we scatter like roaches. I cross the start line and "push" start on my garmin. It starts off pretty nice. We run through downtown Hot Springs. I'm easily entertained by the scenery. Once we make it through downtown HS we turn into a neighborhood. I think..."hmm this is going too smooth, I wonder how far we've gone" I look down at my garmin and seriously it says 0.00
REALLY AMIE? You didn't hit start?! ugh...I swear my roots are blond.
We quickly approached what looked like Art Hill to me, but they called it West Mountain. This hill was brutal. I contemplated throwing myself over it but I didn't want to ruin my outfit. So I kept running..and running..and when I got to the top I pop a Shot Bloks and ran as fast as I could down that mountain. It was a pretty course. I'll probably run this again next year.
I didn't do awesome but I did finish under 60 minutes. Finished 57:07
Oh remember how I brought my mom so she can take pictures of me crossing the finish line for moral support? I didn't see her as I crossed the finish line, which is OK. I knew I could find her at the "beer barn" Once we met up, she told me how good she did with the pictures and how she got some "good ones" . When I went to look at them...NADA..NOTHING... NOT one picture. Apparently mom was hitting the wrong button. I swear her roots are blond sometimes. Seriously she asked "Where is your phone Amie?"I said, "In YOUR hands mom".. Bless her.
So she attempted to recreate some pictures
FAIL!! She was still having problems with the camera...bless her
There we go mom...
Then a guy in the "Beer Barn" asked if he could take our picture (with his cell phone) and we're like sure, all stupid and naive...so we get together and the look on our face says it all..."um...we are letting this random stranger take our picture on HIS cell phone?"
So, We finished our beers and got the heck out of dodge. Being chained to someone's water heater was not on the post race agenda.
