Update: A triathlon finish.

It’s official. Just call me “Jack Jenny of all trades, master of definitely not biking, nor running for that matter… swimming is not so bad, but definitely not biking.” Or “Sporty Snail” for short, just not to my face… 

After much debating with my own self about whether or not to participate in the Tri Turtle Tri, a local sprint(plus) triathlon (1/2 mile swim, 15 mile bike & 3.2 mile run)… I sent in my registration and a check. I registered very late… which earned me a finishers medal from last year. But hey, a participation medal is a participation medal is a participation medal. Yay for the highly esteemed and accomplished participant of many faster or slower participants! 

What was this post about? Oh yeah, it’s about a tri I did (today) in 2008… in which I received… a 2007 medal. In school, a student gets detention for turning in her book report late… in triathlons a participant gets last year’s medal! I love it!

This is a post about the tri in which my swim went swimmingly.

This is a post about the tri in which I am glad my swim went well, because it gave me great pleasure to give most of the participants lots of opportunity to pass me. I’m a giver, people. Pass, pass, pass…

This is a post about the tri in which, during the run my body felt like a bag of cement left out in the rain. This is where I confess to you I wished that I had choked on one of the bugs I encountered when I ran through a bug “cloud”, so I’d have a reason to give for running slow… “I choked on a big nasty bug and it was so gross I had to stop and throw it up!!!” Then as I ran past a bee I thought, “I wish a bee would sting me so I could have a really good reason why…” I’m not right.

Plus, during the run, I pulled/damaged/destroyed a couple muscles in a region I was previously unaware existed in the human body. How on earth? 

BUT. I finished. I even finished fairly well. I don’t have the results just yet, and I was a dork an forgot to hit my watch timer to track my times. But I feel good right now… I ate ribs and cheesy garlic toast for dinner at Claim Jumper. Proper calorie replacement - I can’t emphasize how important that is…

And my pulled muscles? Fine - since I am sitting in my bed and not moving. 

Nighty-nite :)

 

 

One last tri…

I am headed out this a.m. for the last tri of the season. It’s a sprint-ish distance… a 1/2 mile swim, 15 mile bike and 3.1 mile run.

I borrowed a friends wetsuit last night. It fits well. But I’ve never swum in it before. Should I, shouldn’t I, should I, shouldn’t I… ??? ??? ???

Oh the agony of making decisions!

Confidence “Props”

All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, then success is sure.

Mark Twain

I got to thinking about confidence today. As far as ignorance goes - I got that covered. That “thinking” all started as I crafted a fine bowl of tasty mashed potatoes for dinner. Only the very best for my family.

I revved up that hand mixer while wearing black pants that I intended to wear out in public later in the evening… to my son’s soccer practice, but in public nonetheless. Despite my best efforts I found I was flinging chunks of mashed taters all over the kitchen and the aforementioned black pants destined for public viewing. I assessed the situation and dug out my apron.

In the moments between donning my 10 year-old, under-utilized apron and returning to tater-flinging (largely due the fact that the bowl I chose was far too shallow… but she was a favorite - a very attractive, delightful porcelain white bowl with a chunky rim… like you care…) I became someone else. “Jenny, the Wonder Cook”…. or “Jenny, Tater Beater Extraordinaire”… or “Jenny, Master of Food Stuffs”… or “Jenny - Butch, Baker, Fabulous Mashed Potato Maker.” 

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09.05.08 - (Guest) Fridge Friday

I have a very special friend - who moved very far away. She moved to a desert land that locals call, “Aridzona”. Why did she move away from me? Was is poor hygiene on my part? Was my halitosis just too much to bear?  I know! She was jealous. Jealous of… uh… very jealous of the fact that I… uhm… hm. Hmmm… Anyway, I’m sure that the reason she moved was all about Me. Everything is should always be about Me.

Except for this post, it is all about the fridge of the friend who moved away from Me. *crosses arms*

I have written about my friend Casey many times before. She is smart and pretty and kind and fun and dances and gives good solid advice and and dances. She is the kind of friend who will comfort you if you need it, but will point out the fact that you might be acting a little ridiculous. She has one of the best smiles and… golly can some please come give me a hug because I wish she didn’t move away! 

We met when Olivia and her daughter were just weeks old. Our sons were playing in the 3-year-old soccer program. Yeah, I know. Ridiculous. My son just ran all over the field, like a chicken-sans-head. I remember thinking she’d never like me because she was obviously so cool and I was such a dweeb. It seems Casey makes friends with dweebs. Yet, another endearing quality of Casey.

I suppose I should get on with her fridge. Here is a picture to start… And in Casey’s words “Well, I’m a little bit fanatical on my fridge…” Casey, honey… you are just fanatical :)

I have a spot for things and am a bit annoyed when things don’t find their way back where they belong (upside down doesn’t bother me - like the great ketchup creation for easy pouring which always finds its way upside down), just as long as they get to the general area: shelf for salad dressing and marinades, shelf for sauces.

We have a veggie drawer and a fruit drawer, meat and cheese on the bottom tray drawer. The middle shelves are leftovers and overflow -like melons just don’t ever fit in a drawer! Beverage shelf and door spots - lots of fruit and beverages since it’s so dry here we need to drink so much more. We go through a lot of beverages!

The ice maker on the top left is so cold that it will actually freeze the fraps - found that
out the hard way with the eggs up there for a month or so and thought it was so odd that twice almost the entire dozen was broken … Of course I thought I was the too-busy-in-the-store-to-check-eggs Mama so I thought I bought them that way!!!I I finally realized that eggs
explode when they freeze … so there you go. Now we have a freezing cold chillin section for the fraps.

The bottom drawer is full of lazy mom lunch … the $1 lunchables … kids happy, mom happy, we’re all happy about those (although of course full of salt and not very healthy but saves the morning frenzy)…(not sure if those even qualify for the meat and cheese drawer but that’s where they end up.)

Let’s see, what else about the fridge … mmm, unique blue box in the bottom - pool kit for testing the water every week - it’s so HOT here that we have to keep it in the fridge so the testing chemicals don’t go bad!!! Crazy.

Oh the life of living where people should never live! I’m just teasing you again, Casey. I miss you and love you and thank you for opening wide the hallowed doors of your refrigerator. It is lovely, and I learned something new - about pool chemicals and frozen eggs :) I’m glad you started your blog… Oh, for cryin’ out loud. I just read your post for today. Good golly, where’s my box of tissue??? Happy anniversary you two!!!

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I like statistics.

Would somebody please wash my mouth? Have I lost my ever-lovin’ mind? “…like statistics”… *soaps own tongue*

I should clarify…

I like enjoy looking at my BLOG statistics. As far as “Statistics” go, I did everything in my non-mathematical power to NOT take Statistics in college - and I was a Psych minor. Never took it. Just call me Houdini Shedini .

Back to my point. I like looking at my blog stats for a number of reasons. Reasons for which you probably have little to no interest. Therefore I will not bore you with a post I should title “Reasons Jenny Likes to Look at Her Blog Stats”. *gag* Instead I will share with you certain “Search Keyphrases”… sure to tickle your funny bone - if not simply leave you scratching your head. If any of you are unfamiliar with this “search keyphrases” thing, it means: what people typed into search engines that brought them to my little home here on the Whole Wide World of the Interwoven Web.

Rest assured - this will not be brief. “Brief” is neither my style in the written medium, nor in the undergarment meduim… but I digress. 
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The first day of school - pictures and all!

Whew. I made it. For some reason, sending my daughter off to 1st grade - a FULL day of school was terribly hard. It hurt. I ached. I cried. I felt silly. My son was headed to third, the wee one was tearing it up at preschool. With those two - we hugged and waved, but my heart-strings stayed intact.

But my 6 year-old little girl… so “old”, but still so young. All day? Really??? As I left the classroom her teacher put her arm around my shoulder and asked if everything was alright. As tears filled my eyes like water fills a just-flushed toilet I squeaked, “She is, but I’m not.” I walked into the pod and saw a fellow mom (whose daughter was in Olivia’s morning kindergarten class last year), and she was also teary-eyed. We talked for quite awhile. It was good - otherwise I might have made my way to my car and fallen into a weeping pile of… weepness.

It’s not that Olivia is “easy” or perfect… but she’s my girl. And as messy and relentless as she is, she’s my precious little girl who will be gone most of 5 of 7 days of the week. Is that right? I know…I’ll get over it, but if anyone wants to get a coffee with me tomorrow morning… I’ll be at… email me :)

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Tired of Making Lunches … Make Your Kids Do It!

School starts here tomorrow. I thought a school-related post would be appropriate. It is made possible by my dear friend Casey. Her name may sound familiar because I have mentioned her name before here and here and it is her fridge that will be featured this coming Friday!

Now. I know Casey, and she has earned a position of esteem in my life as a woman who can organize (and also dance… but that’s not the point here…)! But you may not know that about her, so I’m here to tell you… “Casey is an organizational Wizard!” That is why when she shared about her 4-drawer lunch packing system, I thot: “I want to bring this to My Public! I want the lives of My Public to be better each day, and this is something that must be shared.” And Casey, being the dependable (and organized!) friend that she is - got right on my request for pictures and information. 

So. If you have kids in school, who eat lunch, here a great idea… straight from my friend Casey!

I love these drawers!!! I’ve used this system for two years. I just make the sandwich and the kids do the rest by picking one item from each drawer …

Drawers:

  • Juice boxes or milk (in fridge)
  • Fruit roll-ups/snacks/cups &/or fresh fruit (in fridge)
  • Chips/Snacks (I even do baggies of gold fish or crackers so they are individual servings - only takes a half hour or so and saves $$)
  • Treats - cookies or granola bars (This can be a reward if they do all of their morning preparation without being reminded 100x)

They also learn that they don’t get to have more than one item in their lunch… you don’t get to have an entire lunch of fruit stuff. I’ve made Mondays and Fridays “Lunchable” days - it’s a reward for all of us… I don’t even have to make the sandwich :)

Preparation:

  • One trip to Costco,
  • open box
  • pour contents in drawer
  • :)
Give kids a month to get the system down. I tell my kids that if they don’t get their stuff put in their lunch in time, that I’ll make their lunch… and that they won’t get a dessert and maybe they won’t get the chips they like so they are motivated to get to making their lunches!  I still “check” their lunches occasionally to make sure that they aren’t double-dipping (especially at the beginning of the year when the drawers are at their “prime-pickin’”).

I am going to set this system up ASAP! Last year I had 1 in school, and I just let Joel get school lunches most days. It was easier… not healthier or cheaper, but easier. Anyway. This year I have 2 kids that will need lunches AND the lunch price has gone up… and income has gone down… I don’t need Einstein to help me do the math. So… the best way for me to get my kids a lunch each day (I know, I am such a good mom) - without me turning into a stressed-out monster is to have a plan. What I love about this plan is it requires the kids to play an active part in feeding themselves… and taking responsibility. My kids love independence and this gives them that - with boundaries. A big “WOOT!” to Casey for being a proactive problem solver and making my life easier :) *wipes tear* I miss you Casey…

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My ride in the back of a police car.

This post was originally about my lovely 40 minute run along the beach yesterday morning. My iPhone provided the music I needed to rock that run… it also provided a way to take pictures. I was all “pumped up” as my mind swirled with captivating captions. Oh the life I lead… I never thought “caption creation” could be so fulfilling.

However… as any committed blogger knows - any partially created post (no matter how dynamic) can and WILL be bumped for *ahem* breaking news. And as author and administrator of this blog I decided to put that post on hold in order to share another story. Here follows the story of how Martha (that’s my friend) and Jenny (that’s me) ended up in a police car last night… She in the front and I… in the back.

We had no idea such an adventure lay (lie???) before us. We even took pictures before we left - in innocent anticipation of all the funness we would be having… she with her tiara and I with my sceptor…

“Yes, yes”… you say? “But what behavior lead to such a “spot” for Martha  and Jenny?!”

I have an idea! Let’s play “Multiple Choice”, shall we?

  1. We got in a chick-fight at a bar?
  2. We stole a road bike? Or two?
  3. She threw Twinkies at people while I yelled “Neener, neener, neener!!!” and poked at their bellies?
  4. We embezzled millions from a major financial institution??? 
  5. We got stranded on the side of the road on a remote Indian reservation due to a flat tire on the road bike I lovingly named “Lollipop“?

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No time for a real post today.

With the run on the beach this morning and then the walk on the beach this later-morning and then the 2 hour volleyball game this afternoon and then the 10 mile bike ride this evening and THEN the ride in the back of the police car… and a shower to wash off what might have been living in the back of said police car… and then a cup of hot cocoa and dinner and a beer…

Now it’s time to get on a game of charades. Yo.

Until tomorrow…

Peace and goodwill, and a later explanation of why I found myself in the back of a cop car…

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I went for a bike ride today.

And folks, am I glad you weren’t there to see it. No, I didn’t take a fall. I’m sorry. I know a really good fall is always a fun thing to write read about. Plus, if I had a good “fall off my bike” story, I could have distracted you from the fact that I have the biking skills of a sporty snail. You know how that one pop star is named “Sporty Spice“… from now on you can just call me “Sporty Snail”… just not to my face.

I went on a 12 mile-ish ride with my friend Julie. You know, Crazy Julie… 2 arms, 2 legs… Yes! THAT Julie! She’s so cute. We went on a beautiful route along the Washington Coast. Rolling hills, a view of the Pacific, and a FANTASTIC view of Julie’s butt (which, by the way, looks very small - especially when she is a mile ahead…)

Julie is FAST. Her level of bike skillz earns her a “skill” with a “Z”. Let’s just say… for every HALF a rotation of my wheels she gets three rotations worth of distance. From here on out, I will address her as “Supastar”.

I mean, how much faster can one person go than another when going downhill? Really. I mean, gravity is gravity and… how the heck does that woman go so fast??? How???  **on knees, arms shaking - reaching to the heavens**

Oh well. I guess there can be ONE thing in life I am not the best at. 

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