ice, ice baby

C’mon, we all knew this title was coming considering I’m currently bewitched by ice.  Besides, if Vanilla Ice can rip off the tune-age, surely I can “borrow” his song title.

creepy and funny

The ice thing… it’s peculiar.  Let me first start with I’m so happy I’m obsessed with ice rather than pica cravings.  Dirt is one of them.  Although, if I was craving huge spoonfuls of dirt, I probably would’ve gone to see a doctor, which still might be advisable.

Brief (sort of connected) story:  when we were little, my brother and I encouraged this little girl who was always at our house to eat a GIANT spoonful of sand.  We didn’t shove it down her throat, it was more of a dare, so not completely our fault.  We also dared her to lick a slug once.  I know we sound like terrible tyrants but she was a mean little kid.  She dropped our puppy from the top of a slide and poor Muffy had a concussion.  The image of Muffy bleeding still pulls on my heartstrings so I give little mind to the dirt and slug business.

she shouldn’t have hurt Muffy

Okay, back to current day… the ice situation has intensified, even since I last mentioned it.  It’s been going on for a solid month and half now.  It started off as a cup with a lot of ice and about 1/2 full of Sierra Mist.  I don’t like drinking regular pop but the world is against diet sierra mist/diet 7 Up/diet gingerale – at least in pop machines.  I realized I rather enjoyed the ice after I drank the pop.  The next day, same scenario but less pop.  The day after, who needs pop?!  It was all ice from there.

I’m at the point now where I am planning my day around how, when, where I can get some ice.  We have a fridge ice machine in our main office but the ice tastes funky if not in a flavored beverage (i.e. in my other love, coffee).  So this is out.  I have a main place I get it and when I do, I get multiple cups filled to the brim so I can have it for later.  Of course now there is my personal ice machine.  I eat A LOT of ice in a day my friends.

this is what I would look like as a blob one-eyed person

I am almost a week into my new iron supplements.  I have a feeling, even if the crazy ice need subsides, some of it has/will become habitual.  When I dislocated my thumb 8 years ago, I was in a cast for 8 weeks.  I still do certain things the same way as when I had to modify actions to accommodate my beast of a cast.  But I’m hoping the whole planning my day around ice abates.  I am not a very patient person, so I want results now.  Last night I had another almost passing out moment so it seems the iron needs a bit of encouragement.  Go iron pills go!  And dad, you should probably start making some ice now for my impending holiday visit!

adventures with “dr. chiro”

I had my first adjustment last week with my chiropractor a.k.a. “Dr. Chiro”.  I watched “The Adventures of Mr. Peabody and Sherman” a couple of days before, so this was at the forefront in my mind:

Thankfully, this wasn’t how it went – well the pretzely piece.  My first stop was a hydro-bed.  A rolling jet of water moves up and down your body (focusing on your area of hurt but hitting other areas as well) and it feels kind of nutty.  It kind of tickled at first but when I was able to relax it felt good.  It does move up around your neck and I’m positive this must have been what it felt like when in the womb.

We went to another room to discuss my x-rays.  Guess what?  Dr. Chiro asked me if I had my gallbladder out to which I answered yes and how did he know.  Sure enough, I have staples in me and they showed up on the x-rays.  Funny, I had no idea there were staples needed so you can bet your bottom dollar I googled that business to ensure this was how it was supposed to be.  It is.  Seeing these staples was my favorite part by the way.

I love me some office supplies – now I have some with me at all times.

Anyway, I have a pinched nerve currently and then I have some other things happening with ye ol’ spine.  I have one degenerated disc – he thinks from a fall earlier on in life and bone or whatever has grown around it.  It puts some odd pressure on another disc but this one seems to be holding up well.  Good job disc I don’t remember the number of!  There are some alignment issues as well that we are going to work on, too.  All in all, it will be a few weeks of PT.  I have kick-ass chiropractic coverage (25 free sessions a year!) so I will be using up these bad boys but then it’s only $35 a session after that so I’m good.

Then onto the adjustment table.

I told Dr. Chiro I was nervous about it.  He laughed and told me not to worry <— because THAT always works for me.  I laid down and he pointed out that I’m massively stiff.  Not any news to me but I don’t realize it since this is my state of normalcy.  Then the weird adjustments started.  I laughed hysterically.  It wasn’t a high-pitched laugh, more of a deep-belly laugh I couldn’t control.  It didn’t hurt per say, although the areas that are currently tender felt it more than others.  It was so out of my realm of experience that I still can quite describe it.

When we were in the room with the x-rays he had posters of orthotics.  Since I jacked up my arch a few years back and am certain this is what has irked my ankle, I asked him if this was something he looked at.  I also went on to explain my poor PT appt  from earlier.  He said we would do some foot-mapping to see if this was anything he could help with or not.  Score!  Essentially, I’m just pouring out all of my running ailments – one stop shop!

This week I have three adjustments – last night/Wed/Thurs.  For the most part, my back is feeling better and I kicked the pain meds on Saturday.  It’s still stiff but I have a lot more movement and less pain – yay!  I also turned the corner with this cold so another win for me.  I even did some laundry this weekend, albeit, I borrowed a Radio Flyer from a friend to transport said laundry to my laundry room.  I may have looked like an idiot but it was a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself.

Hope you all are having a good week.  I’m reserving judgement… bad dreams.  I need to stop watching LOST right before I go to sleep at night!

p.s. I need a new office chair – this one is killing me at the moment.

extra! extra! read all about it!

Today’s post is brought to you by the best cup of coffee I’ve made in weeks.  And my strange shirt with deer on it.  Oh and my tasty cookie with frosting that I had for breakfast.

I’ve had some interesting happenings this week and I figured saving them for one post was a good idea.  That way it seems like I am whining less… hopefully?  The other day Simon woke me up at 4:30 am.  This is not unusual, however, he comes up and walks by my face and IT SMELLED BAD!  Great.  TMI but Simon is a long-haired kitty and at times poop gets stuck to his bum.  I figured this was the issue and quickly got up and scrubbed his bum.

this is a fair assessment of both of our feelings… btw when I looked up “cleaning a cat’s butt” an article stated that a cat’s behind is his health barometer. weird.

Later, I came home and found poop on the floor.  I do feel sorry for the little guy though because about a 1/2 hour later he puked his guts out.  Kitty stomach flu.

(Strange pic ahead!!!)  Then my (male) co-workers and I were discussing birth and the placenta.  We had a disagreement so I looked up placenta online.  And I found this

yep, it’s a teddy bear made from the placenta. I am now torturing my co-workers with it because that’s the type of person I am

I showed my other male co-worker and he said at first he thought it was a pastry teddy bear that just needed some powdered sugar.  I took so much sick delight in telling him what it really was!

The other night I was attempting to balance my beautiful BLT (minus the L), with a can of pop while getting Simon’s toy for him.  In slow motion my BLT hit the carpet.  So sad!  And no, I don’t do the 10 second rule on carpet especially with a pet.  Plus there was the aforementioned poop issue!

this is exactly how I felt – james you get me

There was some stress at work this week hence the cookie for breakfast.  Wednesday, I got home and locked the door behind me.  It was hermit time.  Thursday when I got done at noon(!!), came home, took care of some things and left for a run.  10 big fatty miles!  It was a great run that boosted my Dopey training confidence.  It was also amazing weather 39* and dry.  To not run would be slapping mama nature across the face!

To be honest, I was tempted to hang on the couch again but then two things happened: a) my friend texted and helped kick my butt in gear and b) I realized I didn’t like the underwear I was wearing so I would get to change it after running and then showering.  I am absolutely serious.

It’s been a strange week.  Monday was the two year mark of my mom’s passing.  I wrote a post about it but not sure if I will ever hit publish.  It’s easier this year than the last and I have conflicted feelings about this.  I know healing is important and I am grateful for it but…

I’m looking forward to heading back to WA on Monday!  I’m going to stock up on my favorite blend of coffee, smother my family in x’s and o’s, run and relax.

random & a break from anything serious

Here are a few of my recent favorite “funnies”.  I appreciate them because they hit up my sometimes jaded side.  I can’t always find exactly what I am looking for to express myself, or the words for that matter and these fit perfectly.

Unfortunately this strikes close to home.  Fortunately, I think it’s ridiculously funny and think it’s important for those of us it applies to simply embrace it!  And laugh at ourselves!

funny boyfriendThen there is my communication style.  Somewhere along the line, I started paying less and less attention to my filter.  This is both dangerous and humorous!

sarcasm funnyI recently had a conversation with on of my guy friends about chocolate.  It was around 3 pm and I needed some BADLY.  I asked him, “doesn’t this happen to you as well?!”.  He responded, “umm… NO”.  Weird!

chocolate funnyI’m fairly certain the reason for this is the following:

man emotions funnyHaha, when I saw this it cracked me up!  I love teasing my man friends about how they DO have emotions and they should embrace them.  Then analyze them – over and over again.  With my help of course.

And last but not least, I’ve finally decided to admit that I am, indeed an emotional person.  It’s not my favorite quality about myself or at least it hasn’t been.  I took Strengths Quest about a month ago and one of mine had the emotional piece incorporated.  Emotional being a strength?  I never thought of it this way!  Now I want to!

emotional funnyI’m going to take over the world with my cute emotional self.

weird wednesday & a great mail day!

First of all, I am not sure if those of you that post comments can see when I respond back so I wanted to give a shout out to all of you!  Thanks for comments, for reading and making me very excited to check my e-mail after I hit “publish”! :)

Oh and guess what came in the mail today?!

too cute for words, eh?!

I am so thrilled about this tank!  My big race is coming up and I plan on suffering running it in this tank, some lovely pink arm warmers and then possibly my sparkle skirt.  Oh yes, I WILL be making a statement!  I can’t wait!  I have already had questions about where people can get one so head on over to Fit Approach and place an order!

I almost didn’t post today but then ran into a few things and decided maybe I would just talk about the weird things I notice/see/hear each Wednesday.  Or not… we’ll see!

it's a shark pizza cutter... marketed towards kiddies... naturally

Now, I like festive kitchen ware as much as the next person.  In fact, I have a great Mickey Mouse ear pizza cutter that I love.  HOWEVER, I find it odd this is sold in the kid’s cooking section.  “Here kids!  Help me cut pizza (legit) and then come and get it when not supervised because it looks cool!” (not so legit?)  Nope, I don’t have kids and maybe when I do I will buy them lots of sharp toys but for now, I find this odd!

Yesterday I bit the inside of my lip – HARD.  It’s been hurting all day.  I was thinking about how if you say, “Wow, I’m really sore” everyone assumes you are working out hard and visions of athletes dance through their heads.  But if you say, “Wow, I have a really bad sore” everyone automatically assumes the worst – like freshmen year health class scare tactics worst!  It’s so strange… so I had to keep my poor bitten lip to myself to avoid unwarranted ridicule!

I have been sick all week so I have taken a couple of days off so a) my head doesn’t implode and b) I am able to actually breathe while I work out.  I am definitely looking forward to getting back to it tomorrow in the sweat-tastic dept!