Run, Forrest, Run!!!!

If someone had told me 6 months ago that I could run 5 miles without stopping or dying, I wouldn't have believed them.

Today? I totally would...because I just did!!!

I'm doing another 5K this weekend for July 4th and this time both the kids are doing it too (well, the kids do a 1K). They're so excited, they have their bibs with their own numbers (just like mommy) and they think they are hot shit. I'm just really happy they are into something that is good for them and something we can do together.

Tomorrow I'm taking the final step and I'm registering for the Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon in San Antonio. I'm so excited...and a little bit terrified, but I know I can do it. I still have 19 weeks to train and we're already at 5 miles, I'll be at 13.2 in no time.

You're saved!!!

This weekend was awesome and sucked all at the same time.

Saturday I had to work late, like later than usual because we're under construction right now and we had to take care of some stuff before the workers could come in. We were supposed to get off work at 5 pm and then I was heading to the beach for a party for my dad's company. We had some major complications and ended up staying an hour later so we could get everything squared away.

So, I left for the beach a little later than expected but I made up for it right away. I had a buzz going about an hour after we arrived and by midnight I was downright shitfaced. It was at this point that some people asked if I wanted to go swimming and talked me into getting down to my undies and relaxing in the pitch black ocean. It really was pretty awesome floating on your back and staring up at the stars like that.

Meredith thought it was so funny that she got out her phone to take a picture to send to Luis and that was when it happened....my cell phone fell in the water!!!! She picked it up right away and everything seemed fine...until the screen went white and all the little lines started going across it.

I turned it off and passed out for the night hoping I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream, it didn't happen. I woke up remembering that I had to work on a Sunday and my dumb, drunk ass killed my phone because I was too stupid to leave it at the beach house.

So, I got up with every intention of heading to the Apple store to see if they could fix it but then realized it was Sunday and everyone and their mother would be at the Apple store. So, I decided to wait till Monday and just use Meredith's old Blackberry for the time being. I went to work feeling awfully sad about my poor dead phone and growing increasingly annoyed with the Blackberrry I didn't know how to work.

We took care of the stuff we needed to at work, got out of there on time and I headed home to start researching ways to possibly save my precious iPhone. After reading a lot of stories from people (you'd be surprised how many people drop their phones in toilets) I decided that I needed to figure out how to get my phone on, I had tried turning it back on but it wouldn't respond. With a stroke of genius I decided to plug it into the charger and bam! it turned on.

I practically cried I was so happy, so everything ended okay but my weekend definitely had its sucky moments.

Ugliest Dog Contest!!!

How did this dog not win overall?

This picture cracks me up so bad I'm almost crying.

Psycho Mommy

Today I went a little crazy on my kids. I'm so sick of having to spend my day off work cleaning their shit from all over the house. They're 3 and 5, they should be able to take their shit back to their rooms....so, I threw everything away that was out of their rooms.

Now, before you go thinking that I was a little harsh, I warned them yesterday if they didn't start cleaning up after themselves I was going to get rid of their toys. This isn't a new thing I started doing, I do this about every six months or so. They accumulate so much thanks to McDonald's kid's meals and such that they have a whole crap load of tiny cheap toys and they need to be wiped out every so often.

I also flipped my shit today because my daughter seems to think every morning is a fashion show and she needs to try on 6 outfits and then leave them all on the floor. I went off!!! Today is just not a good day to cross me.

Things I am currently obsessed with:

• Berripop natural frozen yogurt, this stuff is delicious and fat free. I like to get mine with strawberries, raspberries and blueberries, it's a great low fat dessert that doesn't feel like diet food.
• Viva La Juicy perfume, I'm obsessed with perfume in general but I really heart this one.
• Brown sugar and fig body lotion from Bath and Body Works, I like the smell of this when I'm not wearing Viva La Juicy.
• Mafia Wars on Facebook, I know it's stupid but I'm addicted now and there is nothing I can do about it.
• All things Micheal Kors, this isn't really new, I've been obsessed with his designs for awhile now but I just recently got some killer heels and a sexy new top by him and they are gorgeous!
• Blackstone Chardonnay, I rarely drink anymore but when I do I love this inexpensive wine, it's my fave.
• 5K runs, if I have off work on a Saturday you can bet your ass I'm doing a race, my next one is July 4th benefitting Special Olympics. Nicholas and Sophia are starting to do the kids' 1K runs too and I'm so proud of them.
• Seafood enchiladas, I don't know what it is lately but everywhere I go I order seafood enchiladas and I've never really been a big fan of seafood but there must be something in it that I need because I'm craving it big time.
• My new tempurpedic bed, I'm in love with it. It took a little while to get used to it but now I can't imagine sleeping on anything else and my back agrees.
• My husband coming to visit me in less than a month, it was totally unexpected so now I'm super excited about it, I can't wait!

Warning TMI!!!

I did something a little crazy last week.

I was feeling boring so I wanted to do something, I didn't want another tattoo because I already have 3, I didn't want to go skydiving because that only lasts a short time, I couldn't figure out what to do.

Then it hit me....a piercing! I could take it out if I didn't like it or whenever I get tired of it, it's cheap and I could do it right away.

The only problem was I had to decide on what to get pierced.

I didn't want anything on my face because I just don't think that's pretty (no offense to anyone with facial piercings) plus my job wouldn't allow it.

I didn't want my tongue pierced because that is something high school kids do and it's gay.

I didn't want my nipples pierced because I've been there, done that...twice!

There was really only one thing left to do and it was perfect because it was just the right amount of crazy for me. I asked my husband what he thought and he was down so I went that night to this great piercing place in Houston, laid spread eagle on the table and did something I never thought I would do.

Now I know, most people won't do that but I would highly recommend this piercing to any woman, wow!!! Minimum pain, maximum pleasure and it's not even healed all the way yet.

We'll see how long this holds me over till I want to go skydiving.

Mind your own freakin' business!

Apparently, my father has told my mother that he is concerned about me. He seems to think there is something wrong with me going out and having a good time.

He thinks that because I'm married I shouldn't go out with my single friends, like apparently when married people are around single people they become cheaters??? I'm not really sure.

The whole thing really ticks me off because he has no right to think that about me and honestly, it's none of his business. I'm not a cheater, I never will be, end of story! If he did his job as a parent then he would know that I would never do that.

Things are really great between Luis and I right now and I want to keep them that way, part of keeping things good is not having sex with other people. It's the strangest thing. Just because I go out with a few single people doesn't mean I'm trying to pick up guys. I always wear my wedding ring and I talk about my husband often. There is no confusion when I meet someone at a bar that I'm taken, it really pisses me off that he would doubt me.

That girl is a runnin' fool!

When I first moved to Houston I set this ridiculous goal with my cousin: I'm going to run a half marathon in November, it's a little crazy. When I set the goal I hadn't run over a mile since before Luis and I got married (7 years).

We started slow and set some small goals, one of those goals was to run a 5K. We did that on May 30 and it was awesome. It felt so great to go out there and run with a bunch of people and not feel like an impostor. I was a runner!

Our team photo after the 5K.

I enjoyed that 5K so much that the following weekend I was off work so I decided to run another one. I improved my time by over a minute and that felt awesome. So we set another small goal, run 10K by July 26. We're on track right now and I feel great, I'm surprised by the fact that I'm not hurting. I thought running at my weight was risky but turns out I was built for this, my knees are fine and the weight is practically falling off me, bonus!

Things are going so good that I'm starting to get really anxious about the 1/2 marathon in November. I made my hotel reservations already (it's in San Antonio) and I'm going to register as soon as my boss confirms my vacation but I'm so freakin' excited I can't wait! It's so weird though, I've never gotten this excited over something like this, I mean, it's hard work but I really enjoy it. I always wondered how people could just run but now I get it, it makes you feel so good, you can just zone out and totally de-stress.

So, be expecting some running related crap on here as I get closer to the marathon and come November you will definitely be getting some finish line pics on here.

I'm pretty sure I'm having a quarter life crisis.

So, I've been partying a lot lately, like a lot! I mean I'm still taking care of my kids and the house and I manage to get to work on time and, with the exception of one time, not hungover. I'm not being completely irresponsible or anything but I'm having so much fun acting like a 21 year old.

I get dressed up and go to bars, I dance at clubs, I ride the mechanical bull at the country bar, I flirt with 20 year old guys that have no clue 1) I'm married and 2) I have 2 kids at home. I'm having so much fun it's ridiculous.

My cousin and me at a bar last weekend.

Part of me feels like I'm way too old to be acting like this but then the other part of me thinks, why not? I never got to act like this, I was pregnant when I turned 21, I was already a housewife and my husband has never been the partying type. I always felt bad when I was living with Luis if I wanted to go out but now that I don't have to worry about whether or not he'll want to go somewhere or how miserable he'll be when we get there, I can do so much more.

So, I'm making it a point to enjoy every minute of this, I know it won't last forever so I'm just going to live in the moment. I wonder if a quarter life crisis is a justifiable reason to go buy a 2010 Camaro? Just a thought.

What's up, motherfuckers!!!!

I miss you guys, I don't have a lot of time right now but it would be nice to pop in now and then to say hi. I've kept up with a few of the blogs through the reader on my phone but it really sucks not being able to comment. There are so many times that I wanted to say something but I deleted all my shit so I can't comment.

Well, fuck it I say!

My profile is back, my blog is un-deleted and the haters can fuck themselves! (I'm going for a record for how many times I can say fuck in one post.)

I'm doing great, I feel great, I look great and my life is pretty much awesome right now. Who knew making a few small changes could turn my life around? I'm looking forward to sharing a lot more with you guys in the future so stick around.