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I like this
That’s cute, but I take offense to the fact that it only comes in junior sizes. WTF I’m old and I like Paramore. And I still like band merch. Indulge me.
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Apparently, I’ve been selected to be my nieces’ guardian if my sister and BIL die some sort of horrific death. It’s all so very ‘Raising Helen’ of life…
It also scares the shit out of me.
Obviously the chance of this ever happening is like 0.00001%, but it makes me feel so grown up.
I don’t feel like a grown-up…I still feel like the irresponsible little sister.
Damn.
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Just started the Shooting for #summerflingdontmeanathingvideo (Taken with instagram)
This is exciting. Who’s grabbing their walker and going to Warped Tour with me?
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Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.
I find this to be beautiful.
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Lap swimming etiquette
I’m afraid I’m a swim lane bully.
Last Friday there were 2 women hanging out on the side of a lap lane. They weren’t particularly swimming laps, but I joined their lane anyway. I swam on one side of the lane and let them do whatever it was they were doing in the other side. I never felt like I was crowding them, but after about 15 minutes, they left.
Then, tonight, there was a lady waiting for her “own” lane (hahaha - it was 5 pm - good luck), so I politely said, “oh, I will just share with someone” and I hopped in a lane. She was not happy, and complained to the lifeguard (I later found out she cursed at the lifeguard for not interjecting).
Also, the guy I chose to share the lane with pretty much left after I joined his lane.
Am I doing something wrong?
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LOVE!
Happy 2nd Birthday Kayla Phan!
Minnie Mouse themed Cake and Cupcakes!
This is what I want for my 29th bithday. Make it happen, friends.
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It’s not about how fast you go - It’s about going.
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Tonight was a #run #fail
My run tonight was a true example of Murphy’s Law - If anything can go wrong, it will.
First of all, I put it off all weekend since I volunteered for the Tri Saturday morning and just didn’t feel like it Sat afternoon. Then, I just used the ‘I’m sore’ excuse this morning and didn’t get out of bed. I felt guilty for not doing a run (I also should have biked this weekend) so I set out at the last possible minute to get something resembling a run done.
- I left my house around 6:30, getting to the greenway around 6:40. The sun is setting around 7:45 nowdays. I needed to do 7 miles. Yeah, that wasn’t happening unless I was planning on finishing the last part in the dark.
- My Garmin died when I pulled into the parking lot. I’ve got to get better at charging that thing.
- For some stupid reason I decided to wear shorts. I’ve never worn shorts to run before. Even though I had compression shorts on under them, it was uncomfortable and I’m sure it didn’t look pretty.
- My quads hurt with every step. I have never been this sore in my life.
- My phone (music source) died around mile 3.
- I had my first chafing experience on my thighs from the damn shorts. Not a good thing considering these are the shorts I was planning on pulling over my swimsuit at the Tri in July.
I ended up finishing 5 miles in 70ish minutes. Considering the pain I was in, I am not surprised I was a little on the slower side of where I normally have been.
I took my first ice back afterwards, but I don’t think it did a lick of good. I’m in way more pain than I was before the run. I literally cannot sit down unless I have something to brace myself on.
At least I can say I didn’t use my soreness as an excuse. Although, sometimes I need to learn to just listen to my body. Thankfully tomorrow is stretching/yoga day. You know if I can walk to get there!
When life makes you have to put up with mean and hateful people, just think of them as sandpaper. They may scratch you, rub you the wrong way, but eventually, you end up smooth and polished. But the sandpaper; it’s just going to be worn out and ugly.
The Fighting Temptations, Movie (1993)
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