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Ready, Set, 18!

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Today I walked in (and completed) an 18-mile training walk. I walked in my Chaco’s with my feet taped up like the walking wounded and they worked out okay. I still have a few blisters so I’m not sold that these will be my shoes for the walk. Walking 6-7 miles is extremely different from walking 18+.  In the next two weeks I’ll have to make some serious decisions about what shoes to wear on the 3-day. Either way I’m sure I’ll use a lot of tape and band-aids!

I had a bit of a surreal day as I had TWO blogger sightings; this morning about 3 miles into the training walk two runners went by our group of about 20 and were wishing us luck – as they went by me I realized that one of them was Erika. It happened too fast for me to say anything but I wanted to say – “That’s Diabetic Running Mama!” but I knew people would look at me like I was crazy.  Then this evening after a few hours running around the Great Lakes Science Center we headed to the fabulous Bar Cento since I’ve been craving those pomme frites for weeks.  Maggie was being sweet but hyper and running all over the place and just about ran into Chef’s Widow’s chef, Jonathan Sawyer – you know, the culinary rock star that has been in the news a bit lately?  Mark said hi and the Chef was sweet enough to bend down to say hello to our little golden-haired wild child.  All in all it was a great “Cleveland day” and we remarked on the drive home how happy we are with our new city.

Now I’m off to soak my achy feet and get to bed – most likely before it’s dark out.  I’m beat.

Sandals (not boots) are Made for Walkin’

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Last weekend I attended an 18-mile training walk in preparation for the upcoming Breast Cancer 3-Day walk.  And I failed…failed miserably.  The day was perfect, the route was fine but by about mile 10 I had a hot-spot on my heal.  I stopped to lube it up with Body Glide which helped for another mile or so.  Then it started irritating me again.  By the time we got to about mile 12 I was visibly limping and the wonderful woman who I was chatting with urged my to drop out.  I powered through a bit more but was slowing down and holding my partner back.  I felt like a fool when around mile 13 I had stop at at Wal-Greens to put a call in to Mark to come pick me up on the route.

When I took my shoe off I had a deep blister about 2 inches long and a thumb-width wide on the side of my heal – a place I have never gotten a blister before.  By the time I got home it had filled with blood.  It was a beauty.

I wore flip-flops the rest of the weekend to keep the pressure off the blister. Luckily I found that my trusty Chaco ZX/2 sandals don’t bother it and was able to get in a couple of 5-7 mile walks this week after bedtime.  The only problem is that my sandals give me a couple of new hot-spots so now I tape up my feet before I walk.  It looks a bit silly but it works.  Since the blister is still healing I haven’t gone back to my walking shoes yet.  These sandals may turn out to be my main shoes for the walk.   They are incredibly comfortable and keep my feet cool.

Next weekend I’m signed up for another 18-mile training walk – I hope I will make it all the way this time.  Only 21 days (and $560 left to raise) before the start of the 3-Day!

Dear Maggie

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As I stare down the barrel of your second birthday, there have been many times lately that I wanted to capture the seesaw of pure joy and angry frustration that you are these days. This won’t do justice to the real-life you but here is some of what you’ve been up to lately:

You are a climber. You climb the outside of your crib, the footboard of the guest bed, anything at the playground, and all the furniture.

You wail at the top of your lungs over major injustices such as putting your food in the microwave to heat up.

If we are in the car for more then 10 minutes you will take off your shoes.

You love to laugh when other people are laughing. When you hear a laugh-track on TV or the radio you unleash a belly-laugh, too.

You are generous with hugs and kisses. You run full-throttle at daddy and me to give us big hugs. You love giving kisses, especially on our noses.

You love to draw and color.

You know all the colors in your rainbow book.

You love making animal sounds.

You can kind-of sing the ABC’s. You know the first 7 letters for sure; from then on it’s hit and miss.

You love singing your own little songs when in your carseat.

You are obsessed with the “Cool Tricks” segment on Yo Gabba Gabba.

When we ask you to shake your dupa you spread your legs wide and shake your hips Elvis-style.

You are 100% a water-baby. You are attracted to water like nothing else. There have been several times this summer when watering the tomatoes ends with a drenched, fully clothed Magpie. We just installed a hand-held shower in the bathtub so you can take showers and you love it!

You have perfected the skill of going limp during a tantrum.

You love to try new foods and will taste just about anything we put in front of you.

Your concept of sharing is that if you want something all you have to do is shout “Share!” then you are free to grab it.

You like to kiss my and daddy’s “ouchies” to make them “all better!”

You can melt my heart when you say “tank too, mama!” after I hand you something as simple as a spoon.

Bronze and Pottery, Lace and Linen

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8 years ago today was a picturesque day with clear blue skies. Bald eagles rode the drafts above as I stood in a beautiful garden on Salt Spring Island, BC and pledged my never-ending love and commitment to my amazing husband.  I was not quite 23, he was 28.  I wore orange tennis shoes, he wore a yellow bow tie.

8 years. 

Wow.

When we met 22 months earlier I knew he was different… he was permanent.  From our first “date” which was after he took me home from a friends house which turned into a late night viewing of the Princess Bride and a nearly all-night gab fest; to us both forgetting where we went on our first proper date.  From the first night I met him that he doesn’t remember.  Even when my father asked if he was a Communist and we tried to elope but couldn’t find a Registry Agent Office or Marriage Commissioner on the last day of our trip.  I knew then like I know now that it’s him and me – end of story.

It’s a keeper.

I love you honey!

Tomato Bandit

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The first year in our previous house I tried to grow tomatoes; it was a sad attempt in a very shady lot and by the October frost we had a harvest of 2 mealy fruits. When we moved to this house in December one of my first habits was watching the sun patterns to see if I could try my farming skills out here. Luckily we have great sun in our back yard and I started dreaming of my bountiful harvest of juicy homegrown tomatoes. Our neighbors have a Black Walnut tree on the property line so I opted for using planters on the porch and in early May I purchased 5 beautiful plants from the Farmer’s Market.

Now, they are about 5 feet tall and going like gangbusters and we will soon have dozens of Sun Sugar cherries, Vintage Wine heirlooms, Yellow Pear heirlooms, Dr. Wyche Yellow heirlooms, and Sun Gold cherry tomatoes.

That is if the tomato bandit that is my child leaves any of them on the plant long enough to ripen. When we play outside I’m in constant vigil near the three pots as my 3-foot high tomato snatcher goes in for any fruit that is even remotely turned color. She pops them in her mouth then spits out the not yet ripened prize. If we win our tomato battles we will soon have a great harvest.

Getting to Know Me (a little more)

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A continuation of this post:

  • I hate most vegetables. I have to trick myself to eat them by “hiding” them in my food. I really, really want to like the beautiful asparagus, radishes, etc. I see at the farmers market every week but I just can’t stand them. I could live on fruit alone, though. Unless it’s fuzzy (like a peach) – that totally freaks me out.
  • I’m too scared of commitment to get a tattoo but I’m always searching for the “perfect” one.
  • I can’t fall sleep if the closet door is open, even just a little bit.
  • I HATE being late. Even if I know the other person will be late I CANNOT STAND being late. This drives Mark nuts. If you say “let’s meet around 5” I will be there at 4:55. I can’t help it.
  • I love speaking to groups but only if I don’t know anyone very well. I can speak in front of huge groups and present at workshops but ask me to speak in front of 5 co-workers and I can’t do it.
  • When I was 8 or so I took a tap dance class and the girl next to me in the class line up smelled like BO. Every class I tried to change places but we were lined up by height and the teacher yelled at me. I begged to quit, complaining that the tapping gave me headaches. After several weeks of whining about my fake headaches my mom let me quit.
  • When I was in middle school and getting ready for braces I had something like 5 teeth pulled. My mouth was just too small and crowded so my teeth were on top of each other. Now, whenever I go to a new dentist they are baffled at how few teeth I have!

A New Recipe

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1 quart of hydrogen peroxide, 3% solution

1/3 cup baking soda

2 squirts Dawn dish soap

That’s what it takes to de-skunk your dog.  Thank goodness for Google at 10 PM on a Tuesday night.

Poor Pooch

Random

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The lovely and talented Karen over at Chookooloonks has been having a fun little share-fest with her readers in which she shares random facts about herself and her readers share theirs.  I’ve been commenting almost everyday and have assembled quite the little collection.  So, here are some fun and random facts about me:

  • I must have something over me when I sleep. Even if it’s just the corner of a sheet or a tiny baby blanket over my shoulder and arm, I can’t sleep without it. Somewhere in my childhood I convinced myself that if a psycho-killer broke in at night he couldn’t stab me through my sheet. And to this day I have to have something over some part of me.
  • I don’t understand women who refuse to learn how to use a lawn mower on “principle”. That irks me to no end. Same thing for refusing to learn how to change a tire.
  • My dream home has to be on the water – I don’t care if it’s a big lake or the ocean. It can’t just be near it, I have to be able to see the water and hear from my house. Someday…
  • For the longest time I couldn’t stand having anything between my toes – flip flops, toe rings, etc. Then a really cute pair of sandals called to me and I got over my “nothing between the toes” thing. I would wear flip-flops 24/7 if I could. I still can’t stand toe-rings, though.
  • I hate logos plastered all over things. I don’t care if the handbag is the perfect shape and price, if some damn logo is all over it then no way!
  • I have to sleep with a fan on. I cannot sleep in a silent room.
  • I often find myself having to hold back from jumping into water when on boats/bridges/etc. When we vacation in British Columbia’s Gulf Islands it’s hard for me to stand at the ferry railing as I fear I will take the plunge. I just love water and want to be in it.
  • I CANNOT stand karaoke and can’t for the life of me figure out how that is fun for either the singer or the listeners.
  • I tried to give up meat once and lasted for about 6 days.
  • My husband and I tried to take dance lessons to prepare for our first dance together at our wedding reception and failed miserably. We both fought each other for the lead. After 2 lessons our instructor (who was also a friend) gave up on us. Now, nearly 8 years later we’ve hardly ever danced together. I think we need to take lessons again – I hope we’d be better at sharing the lead now.
  • I have never broken a bone. I’ve hurt tendons and ligaments and have had ACL reconstruction but never a bone.
  • I can’t remember my first kiss.
  • I have had my tongue and navel pierced – in addition to several holes in each ear. Other than a single hole in my lobes, all the others are gone. I regret losing the tongue the most.
  • If I could pull off a pixie haircut I would in a second. I hate hair – seems like such a waste of time and resources.