"Back In Time" - Pitbull

So I know we all wish the weekends would be a little a lot longer 99.9% of the time . . .

.....last weekend was no exception.

It was a blast.

Peanut's big 12th birthday celebration . . . .

Started at 3pm Friday.

Ended 9:30pm Saturday.

So. Much. Fun.  seriously.

The "pre" work . . .

miles, cakes, dog bath

The party "favors"

Each girl received a towel with her name on it & a pair of shoes to decorate.

Then the fun began . . . .

Swimming, games & tons of treats.

The game was a HUGE hit.

Each group of three had five minutes to make a dress. 

h i l a r i o u s !

Then with toilet paper . . .

Then the cake . . .

It was truly a party to remember.
Can honestly say this was my favorite party Peanut has ever had! [and it was a sleepover, I know, crazy] ;)

They were still going strong the next morning. [on limited sleep, I must mention]

And they decorated their shoes.  I wish I would have thought to take the photo of all the shoes before they left.   So freaking creative these 12 year olds!

Anddddddddddddd
note to self:  have a birthday party for myself to score some major muuuulaaaaa!

We only had one party pooper the whole weekend . . . .

. . . . the nine pound rat . . . . . not the 275 pound Pita.

Happy 12th Birthday to my sweet Peanut.

"Birdhouse In Your Soul" - TMBG

Peanut reminded me this morning. . . . .

Peanut:  Mom, your birthday is coming soon, right?
Me:  I'm pretty sure I told you twice yesterday to start shopping.
Peanut:  So, ummmmm, how old are you going to be again?  24?
Me:  Ahhhhh, it appears, you figured out who Santa is.
Peanut:  okay, so really how old are you?
Me: [doing the math . . . ] ugggg, thirty-freaking-five
Peanut:  No.    way.    seriously?!

Ya, seriously.

That was my thought as I got ready this morning as I slathered on three different promising creams that I paid way too much for.  All promising me a "youthful glow" and "firmer, tighter skin".

What's a "glow" anyway?

This year has been:

incredible
insane
challenging
amazing
roller coaster-like
character building
intense
freaking. awesome.

Some times I think back to earlier times when things seemed simpler, less complex, less stressful & less demanding.

I'll.  keep.  today.
I'll.  keep.  these.  "glow-less" wrinkles.
And
my washboard forehead.

And in a few minutes........I'll be picking Peanut up from school with "Birdhouse In Your Soul" blaring .........She'll look at  me like I'm completely ridiculous......then we will dance the whole half mile home & I'll see a smile come across her face that can pretty much RIGHT anything wrong in the world.

And I'll remember once again, that thirty five years goes by pretty freaking fast . . .  If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. [thanks Farris]

[ Birdhouse in your soul ] - be ready to dance.

Happy. Freaking. Friday.

"Blow" - Ke$ha

I enjoy sticking things up my nose about as much as I enjoy running outside.

Ugggg.

My days have been filled with nasal enemas the last three days [ya, thanks for coining that phrase coach....now I can't stop calling them that].

I've found my family is less than impressed with my use of it.  every two hours.  Everything from, "awwwww mom", "gross", "ummmm seriously", "a little heads up would be nice" ........... whatever - you are the one who decided to barge in the bathroom, I didn't call you in here.

In other not nearly as exciting as my nose news:

It's only 59 days until RNR Vegas!!  I / we cannot wait.  Ya, the Pita he's not missing this one. ;)

Jason & I have big plans to break out our finest "hammer" pants and mad dancing skills at the finish-line! 

GO team TEXAS!!

Then. well. we have a sign that just made me happy.

The All Blacks have been winning [duh, right?!].

But that makes my house a happy - happy place to be. [Dang Dan Carter pulling a groin didn't go down well though.]

I'm quite certain it was from all his pant dropping undies ads.

This week is a high mileage week..............which I'm loving even with the snot fest.

44 miles so far this week.  rest day tomorrow.  loving it.

LOVED spending the weekend with my Peanut & Pita in Payson.

[holy letter P-fest].  Speaking of P-fest.  Okay, okay.....I'll filter that story out.

Found this in my pocket last week.  Which mildly freaked me out.  It's from one of my favorite bloggers . . . was in a "king's cake" she sent me.

Peanut is wanting a brother or sister ---- like 4 yesterday's ago.

Well, that's all I've got for now.

But
remember
to. . . .

Happy Wednesday!

"Shopping" - Barenaked Ladies

When I was young, I just wanted to grow up and be MaryLou Retton. But accessorize like Madonna. And marry Zack Morris.

Strange combo, I know. But you should have seen me in my red leotard, flip-flopping down our eternal hallway, or cartwheeling over my duct taped balance beam. I even wore it to my first day of school [first grade], as a shirt, tucked into my shorts. Seriously. I was a try-hard die-hard.

I've noticed, of late, that Peanut is under the same spell. Ya, I'd have to say her fashion sense is better [no spandex/lycra] but also louder. Yesterday, after I picked her up from school. We went shopping. Most of our time was spent like this:

I'd pick up a solid v-neck . She'd counter with a neon green tie-dye one.

I'd show her some skinny jeans. She'd show me jeans with holes and patches.

And can someone please tell me when these cropped T-shirt things came back in style?

We did manage to shop without buying any leg warmers, electric youth perfume or jelly shoes.

But, I so can't wait to drop her off at school on Monday.
This girl has got a style completely her own. And I'm all for it.

Love you Peanut.

I want to thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

Dear Peanut,

Thank you.

Thank you coming outside to see what I was doing.

Thank you for our walk last night.

Thank you for holding my hand.

Thank you for stroking my hand, when I got emotional.

Sorry, that I don't always have answers to your questions.

Sorry, that sometimes my answers are not the ones you are looking/hoping for.

Thank you for "getting" your emotional mom.

Thank you for understanding I only want what is best for you.

Sorry, that sometimes life is confusing.

Sorry, that sometimes life is complicated.

Thank you for being sensitive.

Thank you for holding Mase's leash during our walk.

and did I mention . . .

Thanks for holding my hand.



Love,

Mom