Thursday, November 29, 2012

Is Rusty Still in the Navy?

Traditions are rich in the Chubby Chick household.  At Christmas time, our outdoor lights are turned on by 4PM on Thanksgiving Day and our tree is up on Black Friday.  Though it my look like Christmas, the season is not officially kicked off until we watch Christmas Vacation.  It is one night I look forward to every year.  The kids are in bed*, the glow of the Christmas tree illuminates the room, we have a Hugh Jass bowl of popcorn with an undisclosed amount of butter, and our favorite beverage in hand. This year we were a little late with welcoming Christmas as hockey dictated the schedule and we were not able watch this movie until last night.
This movie never gets old.  Is Christmas Vacation part of your tradition?  If so,what is your favorite quote?

*We exercised some really bad parenting judgement and let the kids watch the movie with us one year.  Oops.  They still talk about the middle finger they saw during the  "Hey kids, look a deer!" part. 

Back to blogging about other randomness.  Please pardon the ADD mind dump posting. 

Thank you to everyone that found me on My Fitness Pal (I am "prell003).  I like that I can be kept accountable.  My goal is to lose 10lbs by the end of the year.  I started this goal on Monday so I have a full 5 weeks.  It is lofty but doable.

I have been making smoothies in the morning before I go to work and I am in LOVE with my creation of the "Sewage Smoothie".  It looks like loose stool but it tastes amazing.  I always put spinach, Greek yogurt, chia seeds, water, milk, or juice, and random fruit.  I have been playing around with different ingredients and I don't have a lot to choose from.   I am allergic to most protein powders, cannot have wheat or gluten, and bananas are out of the question.  This concoction tastes good and actually keeps me satisfied.

I signed up for the Polar I guess that means I have a goal and a reason to get off my butt and run.
How can I love to run but need to pay in order to be motivated?  Crazy logic.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Cyber Monday and Other Stuff

There is nothing like finding a good deal.  It gets better when that good deal comes in the form of a race fee (race fees have gotten RIDONKULOUS!)  Well, a good deal can make me do stupid sign up for the Warrior Dash.  I took advantage of the Cyber Monday $35.00* deal.  I know I VOWED I would not do it again but it was cheap and fun (kind of like me).  I had to be talked into it a bit but in the end the mud, beer, and the fuzzy helmet convinced me that I should do it.

*Plus a nifty $7.25 "handling fee"....ummmm handle this.

I am back to tracking on the online journal (My Fitness Pal.  Please friend me if you are on there....I am listed as "prell003").  I am on a mission to get control back after losing my mind post Chubby Hubby lay off.  I am not a fan of recording my pie hole stuffage but it truly is one of the only things that works for me.  Big girl pants are on and I am making it a habit.

Who wants to play hockey?????

This is our backyard rink this year.  Kudos to Chubby Hubby for building this for us.  The lights were my idea (that I stole from my friend) though he would tell you otherwise.  The lights are just part of it....they turn on by remote, he made his own "zamboni", and he did some plumbing to run HOT water outside. It took about nine hours to fill.  Now we are just waiting for the temps to drop so we can skate (I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE EXCITED FOR COLD!!!).  My role in this project is to stock up on firewood and the fixins for hot toddies. 

That is all I have for now.  I was hoping to post about my fabulous run tonight but it was not in the cards.  Instead, I hung out with the family and got caught up on some neglected things in my house.  Exciting, I know.

Friday, November 23, 2012


I can't believe that Thanksgiving was yesterday.    I am stuffed to the gills and not with just all the fantastic food but with how blessed we are.

Thanksgiving highlights:
  • 1 short run.... .3525 (notice the decimal point is BEFORE the 3).  I started coughing and cramping after that so I called it quits.
  • 2 Dinners.  Dinner number one was with my inlaws and dinner #2 was at my aunts house.
  • Thanksmas.  Dinner number was was a Thanksgiving and Christmas combo.  We have named this event Thanksmas. 
  • Jeans with the ass blown out.  Yep.  I split my freeeekin' jeans.  They were getting a bit tight during the stressful times in our house and they couldn't take it anymore.  
  • A sick dog.  My chewy little piss monster got into the garbage and ate ham scraps.  Nothing makes me want to eat ham leftovers more than cleaning up ham smelling dog barf.
  • Five glasses of wine.  Yeeee Hawwwww.
  • 1 Target run at 9PM.  CRAZY.
  • Crazy weather.   It was sunny and it the 60's in the morning and by 5PM, we had snow.  UGH.
  • 1 inappropriate dinner story.  *see below

Just like turkey and taters are a Thanksgiving tradition, telling crazy inappropriate stories are part of what my family does.  Topics include flatulence, extraordinary bowel movements, and detailed recounts of one's Colonoscopy.  It was my turn to have one this year.  Though it was not gross, my inappropriate story for the dinner table was how Playboy magazine got introduced to my boys last weekend.  My poor babies were subjected to full frontal at the very young age of 10 and 8.

It all started when Chubby Hubby, my dad, and my boys went to my brother's house to help him do a few odds and ends.  The men (Chubby Hubby, brother, and dad) were outside and the boys were hanging indoors watching Sponge Bob (or porn for all I know).  Somehow, the boys were drawn to the stack of mail sitting on my brother's table and in that pile contained a brand new Playboy.  When the men came back in a few minutes later the magazine was flipped over and the mail was not in its neat little pile.

My brother pulled my middle child aside and asked if he touched the mail.  Middle child responded with a quizzical look on face and said no, he didn't know what he was talking about.  Then he kind of changed his story and remembered that his big brother was looking through his mail and that he definitely remembers a "poster".  OH.MY.GOD!  My brother pulled my oldest aside and asked him the same question.  His response was the EXACT opposite of his little brother's story.  They were throwing each other under the bus.

Later that night at dinner, the two boys were giggling about the incident and how they saw "butts".  I let them know I was not happy that they dug through their uncle's mail pile.  They looked at their uncle and said that it was his fault that they saw the magazine and preceded to lecture him about leaving inappropriate items out where children can find them.  God, I love my kids.  Please don't judge my brother for subscribing to Playboy.  He is not the pervert you think.  He only reads it for the articles and as my eight year old pointed out, there was a REALLY cool car on the back cover.

 Ahhh good times.  I love my crazy family!

After we got home from all the feasting (and drinking), I started to hunker down and get cozy.  That didn't last long because my BFF called and asked if I wanted to check out Target at 9PM.  Normally I am not a Black Friday person because, well, I hate people.  Since I was half in the bag in the Christmas spirit, I told her to pick me up in 5 minutes.  We walked through the doors and it was pure chaos.  I felt so dirty....but it was some of the best people watching I have ever seen.  I am not sure how I feel about Black Friday shopping, on one hand I love a good deal and it is kind of fun shop in an out of the ordinary experience.  But on the other hand, seeing people scramble for material things is pretty disgusting.  I took advantage of a movie deal, some kid PJs, toothpaste, and milk.  I don't think I will participate again.  Do you do Black Friday?  Why or why not?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 18, 2012

I am Back!

Well, I never really was gone.  I was just caught up in that crazy little thing called LIFE.  Another bunch of weeks have flown by since my last blog post and I was reminded of this fact when my father mentioned there has been a lack of writing and gave me a look like he was missing an episode of his favorite soap opera.  He also reminded me that a blog post was needed to express gratitude for all of the votes that helped me make the cut to be in the  Circle of Moms Top 25 Health and Wellness Blogs.  I am very excited to be one of the top 25 again this year!!!  I would not be there without you guys!!


The last month has been full of all kinds of ups and downs.  Here is a not so brief run down:

FIVE Years:
Chubby Chicks Run Too has been around for 5 years!!!  Wow, I can't believe how time has flown.  I celebrated by reading some of my old posts.  I have to say I am a truly a disturbed individual.  If you are interested, you can read my very first post HERE.
It truly seems like yesterday and I can remember the day well when I decided to launch a little blog that I never thought anyone would ever see.  I had a 3month old baby, a 3 year old, and a 5 year old. 
Wow.  It is fun to look back but kinda depressing to see I have not made much progress since the inception of this blog.

Craptastic Stuff:
Chubby Hubby got laid off last month.  Stressful?  Yes.  End of the world?  No (not yet). He has some things on the horizon that are looking promising.   I am crossing my fingers and holding my breath that he will be back in the breadwinner seat soon.

Stress (see reason above) + Halloween Candy = 10lbs.  I would have been better off not doing a Google search for "Gluten Free Candy" because the kids got a lot of my favorites and they ended up being things that are on my safe list.  Being that it was gluten free, I took that as a license to eat as much as I could.  Ugh.  Thankfully it is gone in the form of 1,353,123,586,257,369 calories consumed (lot of it was also donated to Operation Gratitude). 

We got so much candy because I think my little monsters won them over with their costumes and sweet personalities (ha).  I have to pat myself on the back because I made the boys' school costumes.  'Twas 9:00PM on the Eve of Halloween and neither boy had a costume.  I completely copycatted an idea from Twitter and pulled out some white electrical type, black sweat pants, and cardboard.  The result:  Chalk People.  What the hell did people do to wow their friends with their "creativity" before social media?
Diva on the other hand change her mind about being an adorable witch with a fun orange tutu and decided to go as a Minnesota Gopher Hockey player....with pink socks.  Whatever.  She is the cutest hockey girl around and though the "costume" was not great, it got her lots of loot.

Later on that night, my middle son wanted to do a costume that was not appropriate from school and ditched his chalk brother and became a zombie.  My brother was the make up artist for him and it turned out quite gross.  He even made a few kids cry.
Chubby Hubby and I did our annual Halloween Party and we got into the spirit too.

 Yes, in case you are confused about my costume.....I really did go as a marathon runner.  Lame but it worked in a pinch.  Chubby Hubby went as the dude from Breaking Bad (never saw it).  Does anyone want to guess what my brother is.  Here is a HINT.  Ahhhh fun times.

Back to School:
I am officially enrolled as a student again.  I am excited and terrified all at the same time.  I start January 14th!  I visited the campus and I felt like such an old coot.  I had the stark realization that my oldest child was only about eight years younger than most of these kids while I am over TWENTY years older.   I was assured by my advisor that I would not be the only adult in my program (WHAT? Do I not look 18?  Why would he say that to me?).  Aside from a potential midlife crisis, I am ready to jump in and learn something new.  Current people still take notes in class with pen and paper?

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.  What running?
Actually, I have not been running because I have had a wicked run in with Bronchitis.  I have not had even close to a full night sleep in over a week and I have coughed so hard that my Chiropractor has  had put my ribs back into place.  Finally today, I had enough and I checked myself into the ER.  I have been  progressively getting worse over the last few weeks and I got tired of peeing my pants from coughing so hard so went to rule out pneumonia.  Good news, no pneumonia.  Bad news, I still feel like ass and still have wicked bronchitis that had to just work itself out.  After a few breathing treatments and a cocktail of different drugs, I am breathing a bit easier.   I am taking it easy as directed for the next week and hopefully NEXT Monday waddle my way around the neighborhood and call it a run.  For now, you just have to put up with me whining because that is what I do best when I am sick.

So that is the skinny of the last month.  I am hopeful that Chubby Hubby will be gainfully employed soon and that I will not clear out rooms with my coughing fits.  Cheers to Thanksgiving week!!  How the hell is it Thanksgiving already??????