My Uterus Hates Me

Because I made it run today.  I have pretty much been sedentary since doing Nutcracker in December.  It was a gloriously clear 37 degree day, and I figured I would hate myself if I didn't take advantage of it.  Besides it only helped my procrastination of getting the personal taxes ready for the accountant.  So I packed Indie up in the BOB and off we went:

For those of you who don't know about the BOB I am not talking about my father.  Although he is pretty great too, the BOB is the bomb.  This is the BOB:

For as big as the rig is, it fits through narrow aisles and racks stuffed full of clothes (very important) and it even turns on a dime, so it is easy to manuver when you actually use it for running on a trail or just running into Target.  Which is where I usually do most of my running until today.  It was the only stroller Calla was willing to sit in past 1 yr, it can hold multiple shopping bags as long as you have a toddler to balance the other end.  The cup holder will even hold a large Coke or Starbucks depending on the time of day.  Oh yeah and water bottles too.

Anyway, I know I should have walked the 3 miles around the lake to start off with, but when a skinny lady with her dog went running past me like it was nothing, well then the "Anything you can do I can do better" anthem chimed in my head and away we went.  Ok well it was obvious that she didn't give birth through the giant smiley face I am now left with 6 weeks ago. Seeing as her and the dog pretty much kicked my butt as soon as we hit the first upward slope.  It would have better if the dog was a hyperactive drooling lab that needed to run like a madman.  No folks, the dog was a shitzu.  So basically I got out run by a swiffer duster on 4 legs this morning.  It was very humbling to say the least.  Did it inspire me to want to get better, so I can breeze by the skinny lady with the shitzu's next time. 

Heck no!!!!

It made me want a burrito.  A Big City Burrito.  A stand in line for 10 minutes with lots of college kids, 1 lb potato burrito.  I know this sounds odd, and one might think, "you just exercised why ruin it with a burrito that could feed a small country and has the days worth of caloric intake rolled into it."  I love exercising to American Public Radio's The Splendid Table Podcast.  You know the one that comes on NPR before A Prairie Home Companion on Sundays.  1 hr of nothing but food talk.  Today she talked about burritos.  It is the same reason why I like watching the food network on the elipitical while at the gym.  Sick I know.  I am looking at on the bright side.  At least I exercised so I can eat the burrito.  Maybe I'll even do some sit ups so I can have a sweet tea or one of those Reese's Peanut Butter Easter Eggs afterwards.  I realize this gets me nowhere, but it does make me feel slightly better in the long run.  Don't you just love how I can justify it all and make it sound like it is ok?  I can pretty much justify anything.  It is something both Dave and I have in common.  It is also the reason why I have chickens and he has a nice tv to watch.

So now I am off to stand in line with a 6 wk old baby in a front pack and a bunch of grungy college kids to get my burrito in Fort Collins.  It is Friday, so I am expecting to wait for awhile.  I should have picked one up in Windsor while I was there, but I don't like the burritos there. They charge extra for cheese.  Who charges for cheese on a burrito?????  Shouldn't that be included?  That is like Taco Bell charging extra for a taco shell.  You can't eat a burrito without cheese.  For the love..........

Make sure you check back in after the weekend to see pictures of a small early Bday party we are having for Calla while family is in town.  In the meantime Birdie says Bye Bye.  (ooh ooh gotta go watch that movie now!)

For the love of God send some pictures already

For all of you who are constantly bugging me about pictures and such, I am hoping this blog will help out with that small problem I have.  I know I am really bad about sending pictures.  Always have been. The last pictures some of my friends and family have of me was when I was a platinum blond 95 lb wannabe ballerina sustaning on nothing but peas and rice and wearing really short cut off shorts and too much makeup.  Ah the good old days........ 

Anyway, I am not sure what my problem is.  I hate being in pictures, but don't usually mind taking them if I can remember my camera.  And I know what you are all thinking "she has all of her shoes in her closet neatly labeled in clear plastic boxes but can't find the time to send out some stinkin pictures of her kids once in a while!"  Maybe one of these days I'll get myself a life with a normal schedule.  Then I will have the time and energy it takes to sit down and send out photos on a regular basis to family and friends. Ha!!!!  Who am I kidding.  I will never have that life, because I can't sit still long enough to have it, let alone ever have a normal schedule, so this blog will just have to do.

You can expect to see pictures of my kids, my dogs covered in mud, friends and family, and my horny rooster Maude who is currently the Madame in drag at "Birdie's Bordello of Love" aka my chicken coop.  You may also see random photos of weird people or things I see along the way while out and about.   I will probably go off on some ADD like rants at times as I share my thoughts on things.  My grammer will most likely be incorrect, and there may be some bad words mentioned.  Don't worry this is normal.  It could be worse, you could be my mom or sister who get multiple phone calls a day from me involving these random thoughts and questions in my head.  Some posts will make complete sense and some will leave you wondering "what the hell...." But hey, at least I am posting photos :) 

Let me introduce you to my family:

This is my daughter, husband and I in Idaho for a cousin's wedding last May.  It was supposed to be the photo for our Christmas card, but seeing as I am even worse at sending out Christmas cards then I am pictures, it never happened.  After we got home from the wedding this happened 8 months later:

This is our other daughter

So now we look like this:

By the way, cameras like cell phones should be banned at hospitals.  It just isn't right.  Especially after one has major surgery involving the removal of their insides on the table.  I should look on the bright side though, at least I had some makeup on. 

So now I am the proud mom to her:

Her:

Them:

And Him:

Y'all come back now ya hear! 

XOXO, Cara:)