My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...

Monday, April 30, 2012

All done!

Well I've got just over an hour before the month is complete.  And since I have no plan to run in the dark tonight I can announce my total April running mileage...


Which means 325 dollars is going towards the world's worst humanitarian crises through the much praised charity- the International Rescue Committee

Thank you to all who pledged.  Some days I ran further than planned thinking about how far a few dollars could go...  Some days I ran a bit less feeling bad that people were going to have to pay those dollars...  But today I decided a quick run to top off an even 100 was just right

We be doin' good stuff, folks.

Thank you thank you thank you!!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The one time Muppets made me cry...

"Somebody get some flowers! Somebody get a ring! Somebody get a chapel and a choir to sing!..."

 Priest: Then because you share a love so big 
I now pronounce you frog and pig.

In no way am I trying to call my brother slimy or my SIL-to-be "oinkish".  But after their big news I just can't get my head out of that magical Muppet moment.  Can you blame me?  

...Somebody's getting married!

Congrats Kendall and Kristen.  I'm just OODLES excited.  


Friday, April 27, 2012

I enjoy pain I guess

Taking a picture of yourself while running is tricky.

I wasn't going to bother but when I had to relieve my swollen feet at mile 13, I felt the need to prove that I had run COMPLETELY barefoot. 

It kinda hurt and I need sympathy.

WHY did I sign up for another marathon??! 

Monday, April 23, 2012

You don't say...

Well pat me on the back and call me Shirley- my girl has been honored for her honesty.

Oh what did she say now?...
The assembly was adorable and Brenda loved the attention.  ...Up until the noisy applause was just too exasperating and she marched out with her hands over her ears -as if to say Really people, get a hold of yourselves!.

She takes these exciting things very seriously.

 I'm always in awe of my kids when I see them in their school setting surrounded by peers.  Brenda behaves so independent and suave.  I think she's proud of school and how she gets to do so many big girl things without me looking on...  (I remember trying to be so adult and cool when my parents would visit school.  Like they were visitors in my little world and I got to "show them the ropes".) 

After a minute she was done with the paparazzi and ready to get back to her schedule-

But quickly she wanted a picture with Sandy, her assistant.

Brenda casually waved goodbye and the hormonal momma in me wanted to just eat her up between heaving sobs.

My honest girl is growing up.

Saturday, April 21, 2012


I think I could move out to the Gorge and be complete. 

Would my friends and family be willing to come too?  ...You're not going to make me commute across Portland to hang-out are you?

An impromptu hike today was a surprise treat with both little brothers and the folks.  (We missed you Colton!  Except for Kendall who said he's just had it with you...)  

Mom took pics of us taking pics...

I got pics of some fun...

And yes, I live in the prettiest place on Earth.

(I haven't traveled much but I'm sure I'm right.)

Thursday, April 19, 2012

therapeutic "chuck it" piles

My first home as a I'm-totally-mature-and-here-I-am-world-call-me-Mrs-fantastically-wedded- lady was an apartment also known as the cave.

One window at one end and a sliding glass door at the other.  A cave.

Guests would sheepishly come to the glass door and ask where the front door is.  And just like the awesome jeans I'm wearing I'd answer like Yeah, it's not fancy, but guess how much it costs!!.

There was a good-sized closet in the middle of the apartment that Mike half-filled with mustard and salt.  (He was also enthused to have entered the much esteemed status as Man of the house and part of the role was to prepare us for disasters which large amounts of mustard and salt would be our saving grace.)  I other-half filled the closet with crap I believed was most important to a sophisticated, married woman such as myself.  I remember wrapping supplies and ski stuff...  I loved this closet because it seemed to tell me how adult and responsible I was.  I even stored extra potpourri that supplied the potpourri dish I had so specifically picked out for my potpourri spot on the coffee table. 

Welcome to my humble abode.  Please note the potpourri on your right, imported from Fred Meyer.  Do you do potpourri?  Oh you must.  It's simply divine...

Mike and I have occasionally referred to this stage in our lives with far-off looks in our eyes.  Remember when we'd sleep on the living room floor just to stay up late watching movies?  Or, remember how it took 10 minutes to scrub the kitchen and that was SO much work?  Or, remember how we thought Sunday afternoons were so boring with our looong naps and quiet evenings?  Or, remember when we used place mats? 

I don't think we fully appreciated how sublimely simple things were.  It was easy to be organized and clean and calm and in-control.

I read about a family who, because of harsh economic times, decided to downsize.  They built and moved their 4-person family into a 320 sq ft home.  But what about all their stuff??!?  HELLO!!  Personal space??!?  

Now as inspiring as their story is, I have no desire to live like a sardine.  Perhaps I could muster up some awesomeness and find peace while spending all day maneuvering through kids' flailing limbs.  Perhaps.  ...But the idea of prioritizing and purging is appealing.  Let's purge some of this landscaping, eh?  Yard work is getting in the way of me finding myself...  No really.  Less toys would mean less picking up.  Less clothes would mean less piles of laundry.  Less kids would mea- Oh wait.  Not an option.

But as I continue some Spring cleaning I'm going to keep in mind that family and that old closet.

-If my space was restricted, would this item be high enough on the priority list?

But I assure you, the potpourri (now a supply of plug-ins) is staying.

Welcome to my humble abode.  Do you smell the ocean breezes?  They come from Costco.   

Monday, April 16, 2012

I made a pie chart out of frustration...

Now, as Monica and I discussed, if we could get The Wonder Years, The Brady Bunch, and Little House on the Prairie (just the early years) back on TV then I could fit "worth the time" in the purple section.


Maybe I'll get off my high horse and read a book...

angry birds

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Behind every SAHM is a...

I've been enjoying the explosion of feminism/SAHMs conversation lately.  I doubt it was the intention of Hillary Rosen's to stir up such passion when she referred to Ann Romney "...never working a day in her life".  But whether or not it was what she meant, it's out there and well, this needs to be said:

God bless stay-at-home-moms.

And instead of patting myself on the back, as I can count myself as one of them, I say-

God bless the MEN who work to support.

I nabbed me a good one and for that I get a BIG pat on the back.

Way to go Lindsay!  Your man catching skills are top-notch. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The benefit of thinking you're awesome...

Saturday a couple gal pals and I are running out on some country road chatting about horses, houses and peeing in bushes, ignoring our aching feet and the surprise heat wave. 

62 is so a heat wave.  ...Yes it is!  Stop it.

We found ourselves in the path of a bike race.  It was super-official with flags, vans, volunteers and well, bikers.  I waved to a few gals who, as they wheeled past me, were singing "Light my Fire" and "WaaHOO"ing.  Sara said they were psyched 'cause they were beating boys.

Yeah, buddy.

I don't know what it is about the Girl Power, we are tough chicks, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar stuff but I am definitely a sucker for it.  I mean, you won't see me entering any women's body-building competitions.  (let's just skip over the tempting photoshop opportunity)  But I remember how in my high-school weights class I would arm wrestle anybody.  Anybody.  I always won (total lie) and I had a victory growl/dance.  (in my head)  Even now I like to imagine that I'm Elektra in modest clothing.  Never mind I was a whiny baby during yoga with Monica the other day.  Never mind I pulled a groin muscle a bit at Solana's 'cause I thought I was soooo flexible.  And never mind I still have Mike lift the heavy stuff because I am a lady ...with flubbery arms. 

While running today I felt my superwoman powers weakening.

I'm tired!  My legs hurt!  Those cows smell!  This song is lame!

But really, if I can beat anybody arm wrestling then I can certainly run all the way home, right?



Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Friday, April 6, 2012

I go walkin' after midnight

About an hour ago I came in with numb fingers and toes but HELLO, did you see the moon tonight?!  I crouched with my tripod in the icky sludge that is my side yard to get some shots of the clear, lit-up sky.  And though when it comes to night-photography I really don't know what I'm doing, I got a few shots that are ...blogable? 

After about 20 minutes something was rustling in the bushes and darn me just happened to watch Grimm earlier, so I shuffled inside to be safe from the monsters and "OOh" and "Ahh" over my pretties...

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

legos in turmoil

So I was being sarcastic when I said I'd be posting a picture from every run.  I mean, that would just be obnoxious.  (I will be updating the mileage tracker on the sidebar.  Did you see?)  But if you were really looking forward to seeing my deodorant I'll tell you this: it's Ban and it's BANtastic.

Tonight I just need to share yet another Brenda-ism.  With a pinch of funny and a dash of disturbing Brenda continues to express herself through legos...

Where did she get the yarn?

Monday, April 2, 2012

Here we go

During this month, while I track my running mileage (notice the tracker on the sidebar?), you all get to oogle at my running-ness...

I'll make sure to post such a picture with EVERY run.


Maybe next it'll be a moist forehead.  

...a damp t-shirt?


Wanna see my deodorant?
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