Another Home Workout

So recovery continues as I wait for my body to heal.  It’s a slow, rather torturous process, this business of just waiting.  And it’s getting even harder as I feel better.  I feel like I could run and do the things I love to do, but feeling better doesn’t necessarily mean healing is complete.  So…I wait.  Next week is my follow-up appointment.  Fingers crossed, I’ll get to add in at least some activity!

Today I thought I’d take you through another workout I did at home.  I did a circuit of 4 different exercises, 2 chest exercises and 2 back exercises, going through the circuit 3 times, and finishing with some calf raises.

I started with 15 push-ups.  Believe me, I was doing 2-3 push-ups at a time towards the end of my second set of 15 and into the third set!With no rest, I flipped onto my back and did 20 dumbbell hex presses.  This picture is not a good angle, but I’m pressing 2 dumbbells together over my chest and then pushing them up so that my arms are fully extended.Then I went into 20 rows with a resistance band.As you can see, working out at home sometimes requires a bit of creativity!  I used the couch leg to anchor my bands and 2 bands to add more resistance.  I’m learning to love resistance bands.  There’s so much you can do with them.  Plus, they give a great workout!The last back exercise was back extension.  I anchor my feet against a wall, and I like to hold a weight to make the exercise just a bit harder.At the completion of the circuit, I rested for about a minute before starting the next round.

When I completed the circuit 3 times, I did 3-way calf raises, 25 reps each way.  I started with my toes pointed forward.On the next set of 25 reps, my toes were pointed out.For the last 25 reps, my toes were pointed toward the middle.  Whoa!  Changing the position of your toes takes the burn all the way up to the booty!

So another short and simple workout but it got me sweating!

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On Not Running the Tulsa Run

Today was the Tulsa Run, but not just the Tulsa Run.  It was the 40th Tulsa Run.  It’s a big race, hosting both a 5K and a 15K.  I think I heard something like 2,400 people participated in the run.  I like running the 15K.  It’s a beautiful course, well supported, and challenging but not impossible.  And 15K is a perfect distance.  For me, at the end of a 10K (6.2 miles) I’m just settling in and getting ready to run, so a 15K (9.3 miles) is a great distance for me.

I was really looking forward to running it again this year, but an inflamed hip flexor nipped that in the bud.  Not being able to run, especially having to sit out the Tulsa Run, has really put me in a funk.  But I tried to tell myself I’m going to attend anyway and cheer on my friends.  After all, I know what a difference spectator support can make.

So I woke up this morning feeling a bit apathetic anyway about attending a race I wasn’t going to be able to run, but I thought about all my friends and hundreds of other runners who would be running, maybe some of them setting out for a distance PR, a 15K PR, coming back from injury, or maybe, like me, just now finding a hidden runner within themselves.  Running is about a shared experience, so I got myself up and out the door…

Into the first freezing temps of the year!  This was me at the Tulsa Run last year:This was me at the Tulsa Run this year.  You can’t tell, but I have running tights on under my pants, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt under my fleece jacket, and 2 pairs of gloves on!  Oklahoma weather is so unpredictable this time of year.The first part of the run goes by a park, so I planted myself there, just past the 3 mile marker and had a great view of the runners.  It was actually kind of fun to see the super fast leaders of the race, and then look down the road and see the major pack of runners coming.I saw quite a few of my friends pass; then, because I was about to freeze, I decided to hop in my car, warm up for a bit, and camp out at the finish line to cheer my friends across.

At the Tulsa Run, runners have to run uphill to reach the finish line.  This photo doesn’t really do the hill justice, but trust me.  It’s a tough finish!So began my experience of being a spectator at a big race.  And I think the experience only deepened my love of running and heightened my desire to get back to it.

I saw runners in shorts and tank tops, while I’m bundled up on the sidelines, and I remembered how quickly I could forget the cold on a run.

I saw runners in costume, running side by side, and I remembered how running is sometimes all about sharing something I love with others instead of competition.

I saw runners coming up the hill to the finish line, sweat lined faces pinched in concentration, and I remembered that burn in my legs and how the sound of the finish line pulled me forward, and so I cheered for my friends and random runners.

I saw runners who were stooped and grey, tall and slender, black and white.  I saw wheelchair athletes and athletes running 5 minute miles.  I saw people panting as they ran, others slowing to a walk.  I saw the hard work of running 9.3 miles, and in all its diversity, it was a beautiful thing.  And whether a participant walked, ran, or a little of both, finished in under 1 hour or finished in 3 hours, a gigantic medal awaited them at the finish line because they were a 15K finisher.

And Batman and Flash were there to document their accomplishment!Well done, athletes!  Well done!

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The Search for Healthy Pumpkin Bread

With the first hints of fall, my taste buds start to crave pumpkin bread.

And it’s that time of year.  In typical Oklahoma fashion, day time temperatures are still reaching 80 degrees but mornings have a bit of a bite and the wreath by my front door reminds me during the warm afternoons that it’s fall.  Perfect running weather–but I’m trying not to think about that since running is a banned activity for me at the moment.

But it’s also perfect for visiting pumpkin patches!  I got to visit a local pumpkin patch with my sister-in-law, my niece and her Happy Hands class.  This picture of Candice cracks me up!  She didn’t want to pet the goats because she found them just a tad too pungent!But I digress.  Pumpkin bread…and is it possible to make it healthy?

With my foray into clean eating, I didn’t want to make my usual pumpkin bread, which, by the way, is delicious but filled with things I don’t want to put into my body.  But thanks to Google and food bloggers, I’ve discovered there are tons of clean eating recipes out there, even for some of my favorite foods, like pumpkin bread.

I decided to try this recipe for Healthy Flourless Pumpkin Bread from the Bakermama.

The ingredient list was simple.  I had everything on hand.  Not pictured is baking soda. (Please note that I am not endorsing any particular brand.  This was just what I had on hand.)Mixing it up was as easy as placing everything in the blender and hitting start.  I did have to keep scraping the sides of the blender container because my blender is a bit of a weenie and unmixed batter kept clinging to the sides.The baked loaf looked pretty much like a typical loaf of pumpkin bread.Sliced, it held its shape well.So, you ask, how was it?

What I liked about this recipe:

  1.  It has a simple, healthy ingredient list.  It used common things that most people have on hand.  And while I can’t say that maple syrup is “healthy”, after all sugar is sugar, it is way less processed that white or brown sugar and the entire loaf only has 1/2 cup of syrup.
  2. It wasn’t too sweet.  As I’ve slowly tried to wean sugar out of my diet, I find that I have less and less tolerance for sweetness.  This bread was just right in the sweetness department.
  3. It’s moist.  I don’t like dry “fruit” breads, like banana or pumpkin bread.  I liked that this recipe made a wonderfully moist loaf of bread.
  4. It’s easy to make.  It’s a short ingredient list, uses only a blender for mixing, and bakes in about 30 minutes.  Easy peasy.
  5. I can eat a slice and know that I’m not sabotaging my commitment to clean eating.  I love having my cake, or in this case, pumpkin bread, and eating it too!  This recipe does that for me.

The only downside to this recipe, for me, was that the bread was heavy.  If you’ve ever had baked oatmeal, you’ll know what I mean.  I kind of felt like I was eating baked oatmeal.  And while I love baked oatmeal, I was hoping for something a bit lighter in a pumpkin bread.  The taste was absolutely yummy, but the denseness was a bit disappointing.

So will I make it again?  I’ll definitely keep this recipe bookmarked.  I usually try a new recipe a few times before I decide not to use it anymore.  I may have made a mistake in putting it together that caused it to feel heavy.  Maybe I didn’t blend it long enough?  I loved the flavor and the healthfulness of it, but it wasn’t quite what I had in mind so I’ll also keep trying other recipes.

And thanks to all the clean eating food bloggers who take the time to create yummy recipes that use wholesome ingredients I’ve got tons of recipes to choose from!

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What’s your favorite pumpkin recipe?





Workout of the Day

So, as you know, I’ve been restricted to only the stationary bike and seated upper body exercises to allow this angry hip flexor to heal.

But after a couple of sessions on the stationary bike, I’ve banned myself from that activity as well.  After 10-15 minutes on the bike, my hip flexor was protesting, so obviously even that is not something I should be doing at the moment.  Great.

After a couple of days of just lying on the couch, trying to decide how best to keep myself in shape for the next few weeks, I landed on a plan.  The upper body still has a lot of muscles.  I’d just work a different part of the upper body each day.

I decided to start with arms today and did a workout at home using the dumbbells I have.  It was a short workout, but here’s what I did:

Every minute on the minute (EMOM) 10 bicep curls followed immediately by 10 tricep overhead extensions

3 sets of 20 reps of lateral raises and front raises

Bicep curls:  Keep your shoulders down and back, bellybutton pulled in for a nice tight core.  No swinging the weight!  Start with your arms fully extended by your side. Bend your elbows to bring the weights up.  Finish by completely extending your arms.


Triceps extension:  Start with your arms directly overhead, elbows stay tight by your ears.  Bend your elbows so the weights extend toward your back.  Finish by straightening your arms.  These are a bit tricky, but the only part of your body that should be moving is your elbow bending and straightening.  You should feel the tension in the tricep, the back of the arm.

Lateral raise:  Start with your arms by your side, shoulders down and back, bellybutton pulled in for a nice tight core.  Raise the weights to shoulder height.  Control the descent back down to your side.  Don’t just let the weights drop!  You should feel the outside part of your shoulder working.

Front raise:  Start with the weights resting on your thighs.  Keep your shoulders down and back, bellybutton pulled in for a nice tight core.  Raise your arms in front of you to shoulder height.  Control the descent instead of just letting the weights fall.  You should feel the front part of your shoulder working.

I made this workout harder for me by increasing the volume (more reps) with a lighter weight and taking very short rest periods between sets.

Check with your doctor before beginning a new exercise program.  Consider working with a personal trainer if you are new to weights to make sure your form and technique are correct to prevent injury.

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Recovery…I Hope

So if you’ve been around for any length of time, you know I’ve been dealing with a nagging, recurring pain in my right hip flexor.  It really flared up when I began training for my first marathon last year, but about 2 months ago, things got worse.  The pain became constant, and even sitting and walking were uncomfortable.  Yep, I haven’t run in 2 months.  It’s been a long 2 months.

This last week I finally bit the bullet and went to see an orthopedist.  You can see how excited I was to be at the doctor’s office.  He looked at my MRI and x-rays, moved my hip in all different directions, pushed on me here and there, and finally concluded that it is most likely NOT a labral tear (whew!) and most likely just an inflamed hip flexor.

Then the doctor did something really painful.  He banned me from all exercise except the stationary bike and seated upper body exercises.  I remember when I started the clean eating challenge,  I looked at the list of food restrictions and wondered what in the world I was going to eat.  I’m looking at these activity restrictions with that same wonder.  How am I ever going to keep in shape with such limited activity?

And this is race season.  In 2 weeks, the 40th Tulsa Run will take place.  It’s a huge race, a 15K, and I love running it.  I was really, really hoping to run it this year, but no.  Not gonna happen.  And the half marathon I’d been training for, Route 66 in November, is not gonna happen either.  I am so disappointed.

But on the other hand, I’ve been dealing with this issue for a long time.  For about 2 years now, I’ve limped along seeing a chiropractor every couple of months to deal with the pain.  If another month of very limited activity, and a round of steroids and anti-inflammatories get me back on my feet pain-free, I guess I can stand missing a few races.  And I’m hoping, like with the clean eating challenge, I’ll find a whole new way of exercising and keeping in shape with limited lower body involvement.

But to be honest, the thing that’s really hard for me about not being able to exercise at my normal capacity is the fear of gaining weight.  I am petrified of that happening.  I have this vision of myself ballooning, and I nearly panic.  I do NOT want to ever be overweight again.

I think back to the first time this hip flexor issue put me on the side lines for a few weeks during marathon training.  I used the opportunity to focus on other aspects of training.  I’m trying really hard to keep that perspective again, focusing especially on nutrition this time around.  With my activity being limited, nutrition will be key for me in maintaining my weight, especially looking at carbohydrate intake.  I’ll need fewer carbs since I’m exercising less, but unfortunately, I love carbs.  (Yes, I’m pouting.)

So I’ll behave, take my medicine and follow the doctor’s orders.  Hopefully, when I go back to the doctor in 4 weeks, I’ll be good as new.  Stay tuned for updates on recovery, my workouts, and what I’m eating.

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Ten years ago this week I began one of the biggest adventures of my life.  I became a home owner, as a single girl.

I don’t mind telling you that buying a house was a scary process.  Or maybe it was deciding to buy a house that was the scary part.  I was just as single then as I am now, and doubts of my ability to take care of a house bombarded me.  Would I be able to afford the mortgage?  And the utility bills?  I wasn’t even sure how much heating and cooling a house would cost.  What if something broke?  Like something really big.  But then, who am I kidding?  I’m not at all handy so even a seemingly minor issue seems big to me.  And then it’s not just the house; there’s the yard that has to be maintained.

So in my usual decision-making process I researched the heck out of buying a house.  I learned about the house buying process, about narrowing down where I wanted to live and what I was looking for in a house.  I got pre-approval from a lender to know how much house I could afford–according to the bank.  Then, it was deciding how much of my savings I wanted to invest towards a house and how much of my income I was willing to put towards a mortgage.  Lots of money stuff to think about.

But in the back of my mind, the fact of my singleness kept raising little doubts.  If I couldn’t pay the mortgage and upkeep for a house, I’d be out on my ear.  This was a HUGE purchase, and I was going into it…alone.  Scary!

But 10 years later, I’m so glad I made the leap.  I’ve been thinking back over the last decade and of all the things that have happened in this house, or because I own a house.  Things like:

Holiday and other family gatherings…Bible study groups and forging friendships…

Taking care of Mom…

Bringing Sunny home as a kitten…Learning how to use a lawnmower

Being broken into–through the kitchen ceiling…Placing foundation piers…

Always having a project to work on (I won’t tell you how long these crack repair patches have been there)…

Learning how to do some highly technical things like replacing a shower head…

Good memories.  And it’s funny.  Even when something really big happened–like when walls started separating and I learned I would need foundation piers to fix the problem–I survived.  Somehow it wasn’t the catastrophe that I imagined.

So I don’t really have a purpose in writing this post today other than to remember those that have no home and to be thankful for the abundant blessings I’ve been given.  My house still has old formica counter tops in the kitchen, windows with weather stripping flapping in the breeze, and carpet with a few spots here and there, but my house is home.

And lawnmowers and overgrown bushes aside, I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than right where I am. 






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My Secret to Fitness After Forty

I remember when my mom turned 40.  I was embarrassed to tell anyone how old she was because in my 9 or 10-year-old mind 40 was next to ancient.  And then came that year a few years ago when I had to list my own age as…40.  Good golly, Miss Molly.  I was old!

Forty may be the new 20 nowadays, but somehow, it still felt like the gateway to old to me.  I felt like I really was over the hill and on the downward slide, with my obese and aching body.  I thought about all the things I’d hoped to accomplish by 40, like losing weight, but here I was fatter than I’d ever been in my life.  I honestly felt like I had reached the end of the line and was destined to live the rest of my life overweight.

I thought I was too old to find fitness.

This week I’ve scanned different internet articles and opinions on fitness after 40.  Some people say there’s a secret to exercising after 40.  Others say “Hogwash” to that belief.  I only know that these are a few things I’ve found to be true for me about finding fitness after 40:

  1.  Redefine what being fit meant.  I had this idea that fit meant wearing a size 2 and having a perfectly round, perky rear view.  Whatever.  Genetics endowed me with –let’s just say it–wide hips, and no amount of exercise is going to change my bone structure.  While I can tone the muscle and tighten the booty, I’ll never have that perfect hiney.  But if I think about being fit in terms of not how I look but what I can do, fitness lies within my grasp.  At 45, I’m running, jumping rope, and lifting weights at levels that were beyond me at 30.  So what if those saddlebags refuse to leave?  I’d rather be able to run a marathon than fit into skinny jeans.
  2. Stop playing the comparison game.  I had to realize I’m 40.  I can’t compete with those 20-something year olds.  They haven’t reached their peak of muscle development yet.  So just forget about what other people are doing and focus on what you can do.  And then do it!  And keep doing it, pushing  yourself just a bit more each time–like this amazing man who took up running at 95!
  3. Accept that you’re 40.  I had to accept that I was 40, not dead.  What I mean is that I had to understand and accept that there are biological changes that happen in our body as we age.  Estrogen and testosterone begin to decrease.  Metabolism slows.  We begin to lose bone and muscle mass.  Does that mean I shouldn’t exercise or lift weights?  First, see #2.  Second, absolutely not!  The amount of weight we can lift may decrease or our mile time may increase as we age, but exercise and weight lifting are a deterrent to age related health issues, such as osteoporosis.  Weight bearing exercises like walking, running, and lifting weights cause our bones to absorb more calcium.  More calcium in your bones = stronger bones.
  4. Work within your limits.  If you’re like me and put off getting fit until you’re 40, you’ve had a lifetime of developing bad habits that may be affecting your posture, flexibility and mobility.  And things like arthritis or other health conditions can rear their ugly heads even in our not so old bodies.  So do what you can within your limitations.  This is one reason I really like working with a personal trainer.  I have someone there who can point out movement deficiencies that I can’t see in myself and help me correct my technique or suggest exercises that can help improve flexibility.
  5. Don’t let someone tell you you’re too old.  The biggest thing I’ve had to learn about finding fitness after 40 is to tune out those naysayers who want to tell me I’m too old.  I’ve had people tell me how dangerous lifting weights and running are, especially at my age.  Okay, maybe.  But any exercise at any age can be dangerous if you do it incorrectly and if you do too much too quickly.  Progressive overload is the key.  Find your starting point and gradually increase from there.  I went from running 1 minute to running 30 minutes over the course of 8 weeks–at the age of 41.  And over the course of 2 years, I went from deadlifting 80 pounds to deadlifting 210 pounds–at the age of 45.  You are NEVER too old to improve your fitness level!   Still skeptical?  Check out this 104 year old Pearl Harbor survivor!
  6. Weight loss is possible after 40!  I should know.  I lost 63 pounds after turning 40.  Changing my diet was key, but then, at any age, diet is the key to weight loss.  And maybe my metabolism had slowed.  But exercise, especially weight training, building muscle, is one of the best ways to speed up that metabolism–at any age.

So my secret to fitness after forty is…that there is no secret!  (Sorry if I misled you!)  But I don’t think fitness after 40 has to be some mysterious, dangerous process.  The same principles that work to lose weight and get fit for the under 40 crowd seem to be serving me well now that I’m well into my 40’s.  Listen to your body.  Use common sense.  But move!  I dare you to join me in this adventure of finding life and health at the not so old age of 40–and beyond!

Remember to always check with your physician before beginning an exercise program.

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The Stress Eating Dragon

I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately.  Well, not so much about Mom but about caring for her.

My mom died in 2009, and before you all check out on me, I don’t intend this to be a morbid, depressing post.  But that time in my life, caring for Mom, was a time of serious weight gain.  And recognizing some similar feelings and habits today that were present then, I find myself taking a trip down memory lane.

[Note:  I don’t want to give you all the idea that I cared for Mom alone.  It was truly a family effort.  Sure, she lived with me for a while towards the end of her life, but between my brother and sisters we all made sure Mom was taken care of.  I’m eternally grateful for my brother and sisters.  I sincerely don’t know what I would have done without them–then or now.]

Moving half way across the US to Tulsa and assuming more care of Mom was extremely stressful for me.  I knew no one aside from my brother and sister-in-law.  I had no friends, a stressful job that was also about taking care of people, no church home…yet.  It was hard.  There were times when I would just lay on the couch exhausted from 12 hours of non-stop chaos that is hospital nursing, knowing that in a few hours Mom would be awake and calling for me in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.  And a trip to the bathroom wasn’t just a trip to the bathroom.  It usually also involved a change of sheets.  I got really good at changing sheets half asleep with my glasses off!

My days off of work were full of tasks to complete that were hard to do with Mom in tow.  Parkinson’s made walking hard so in public we used a wheelchair.  (Try pushing a wheelchair and a grocery cart by yourself!)  And dementia made me leery to leave Mom in the house alone.  So days off when Mom was in adult day care were about errands and yard work–and naps!  There was no exercise or even thoughts of eating healthy.  I snacked on whatever was easy to grab.  Yeah, you can imagine what my diet looked like.

And of course, there was the emotional aspect of watching this woman who had birthed me, cared for me, and loved me spiral down, galloping towards certain death.

Needless to say, in a year I gained about 30 pounds.  Looking back, I can see myself eating–and eating, grabbing whatever was in front of me; I can feel the tension in my body.  And yet, back then, I didn’t recognize that tension as stress or the fact that I was stress eating.

Fast forward to today.  You can read my story of how I began to lose the weight here.  A big part of it was recognizing the triggers for eating and learning different coping mechanisms for stress.  Lately, though, I find myself falling back into those stress eating patterns.

Work, while always stressful, has become an even bigger stressor for me.  Maybe one day I’ll talk more about that, but just the process of preparing for work and getting through 12 hours of caring for people who are really sick and sometimes rude and grouchy has become an almost insurmountable source of stress.  And I find myself reaching for junk food, eating when I’m not hungry–stress eating.

At least I recognize it now, but I’m struggling with those feelings of hopelessness of being able to control it.

The difference is that I know I have the ability to control what and how much I eat.  The key is deciding, being determined, to use other means to deal with stress.  Food cannot eliminate, or even decrease, my stress.  I know that.  I’ve learned that.  But I’m still struggling…

I have no words of wisdom to share.  This is just me, being honest, saying with all my success at weight loss, I still struggle at times.  If there’s any encouragement I can give you, it’s that I understand your struggle.  It’s not easy when life gangs up on you and old, easy, ways of doing things come back to life.  It’s discouraging to be fighting a dragon I thought was dead.

But in all my discouragement and feelings of defeat, I refuse to give in.  I’ve been down a better path, and I do NOT want to end up where stress eating will take me.  So trips down memory lane are good.  I remember where I’ve been and how I got to where I am now.  And it makes me (kind of) glad for the struggle.  Struggling reminds me that I know a better way and gives me hope that when the next stressful season in life rolls around, I’ll be even stronger and better equipped to deal with it.

So hang in there, friend.  You’re not alone! Let’s just make one good choice at a time, okay?  One step at a time…


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Unplugged and Recharged

I’m not a super girly girl.  I don’t care a lot about fashion, make-up, shopping–things that a lot of girls like.  Not that I don’t like those things (well, I really don’t like shopping), but I just don’t care a lot about them.  I mean, just take a look at the photos I post of myself!

But over the years and a couple of trips to Africa later, I’ve discovered that I do like my creature comforts.  I like warm showers, soft beds, and blow drying my hair.  I don’t like being dirty for longer than whatever activity got me dirty.

So when my CrossFit gym decided to take a camping trip, my first thought was of a whole day with no shower and sleeping on the hard ground.  But the adventure of exploring a new piece of my part of the world won me over quickly, and I couldn’t wait to go.

So last weekend I headed to Devil’s Den State Park in northwest Arkansas for a weekend of roughing it.  I was hoping that spilling ice all over the floor before I even made it out the door was not a sign of how the weekend would go.

Thankfully, it wasn’t, and I had a wonderful time.  Devil’s Den is beautiful!  We hiked up and down mountains, scrambling over tree limbs and up rocks.  I got hot and sweaty and dirty, but I loved every moment of it.






                  Taking my bike for a spin turned my legs to Jell-o with all the hills, but I wouldn’t have missed out on riding along a trail like this for anything!

And then soaking our tootsies in the lake, grilling chicken for dinner, watching the campfire…for the first time in weeks, I felt the stress of work and everyday life melt away.


The crazy thing is when I look back over the weekend, I don’t think about the streaks of dirt on my unshowered body or the miserably hard ground–the discomforts I typically associate with camping.  What I think about is how relaxing just getting away from it all was.  With no cell service in the park, there were no phone calls or texts to answer, no need to check email, no ability to scroll down Facebook lane.  There was only friends and nature.

So I came home tired but feeling recharged from a weekend of being totally unplugged.  I might have to make camping a regular activity! (Did I really just say that?!)

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How do you recharge?

What’s your favorite outdoor spot to visit?

Camping or no camping?


Invasion of the Giant Spider

So I was going down my very short hallway earlier this week when I came upon this sitting on the carpet:I HATE spiders!  I’m not too scared of them–usually.  I just don’t like them.  This one freaked me out a bit, though, because he was big enough to eat me for lunch.

But courageously, I grabbed a shoe and whacked that massive spider. Instead of falling to the ground in a heap of legs, though, it started running towards me.  I got really freaked out then.  I took a few steps backward preparing to sprint to the other end of the house, but I found a tiny bit of leftover courage and whacked it again.

So maybe whacking spiders isn’t the most kind thing to do, but I wasn’t about to pick that thing up and gently set it outside.  And there was no one else around to deal with it.

That’s one of the things that kind of stinks about being single.  There’s no one else around to deal with icky pests.  Other things that go on around the house can generally wait until I can find someone to do them for me, like putting in foundation piers when the walls separated enough to fit my pinky finger in the crack.  Yeah, that was fun.

But when it comes to critters, I’m on my own.  They’re not going to wait while I stand on my couch waiting for someone to come get it.  Shiver.

Thankfully, I’ve never found a snake in my house.  As much as I dislike insects, I am petrified of snakes.  If a snake ever got into my house, I kid you not.  I’d put a “For Sale” sign in the yard that very day and sell my house to the first person who offered me more than a buck for it.

But it was only a spider this time.  Not even a mouse.  I’m not quite sure what I’d do if a mouse got loose inside my house.  I might actually be calling my brother and standing on the couch until he got there.

I wonder if my job would accept that excuse for being late to work…Sorry.  I was stuck on the couch.


Here’s to hoping I never find out and may the pests in my house never be bigger than this spider!

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Have you ever had a mouse in your house?


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