"Informer" = delator [en español]

This song by Snow is what my sophomore year of high school was made of.  I can just see myself driving to volleyball practice with my windows down, in 100 degree weather [with AC blasting] thinking it was pretty sweet [in my, okay, my Dad's 4X4 red Toyota SR5] how I could pretend I knew every word to this song.

So here's the "info" from the informer:

*  It's cloudy.  here.  in AZ. [update......it just rained 0.00002"] which = happy Emz
*  I saw this last night when this MAN & I pulled into Trader Joe's at the same time.

Yes, of course I asked him what "Emz" meant/stood for. 

He said it meant:  "valiant, strong, effervescent, strong, wise ...... ".  Fine.  whatever. 

He said [no joke].  "My name is Mike and it's mine so it's like, M's.  But I couldn't say MS because then it'd look like I'm a single woman and yes, MIKE was taken."

*  The Pita started "Rosetta Stone" last night.  We [Peanut & I] are unsure as to actually why [other than work is paying for it]. 

* One of the best/funniest nights we've had in a long time.  A NZ kiwi with a spanish accent = a great Hard Core Club workout. 

[Houston, we have a "flip off"].  I may or may not have said this would make it onto the blog?!  Hmmmmm.  Can't remember.  What's hilarious, he's actually really good at it.  Heck, I'm all about Spring Break in Cabo with my bi-lingual Pita.

*  I opened my "RW" to see this photo in the first few pages.

I love it.  I dream of a photo of me like this.  Jealous.  Slightly jealous of her marathon time too.

*  I love spin class.  I might need a bike.  A bike that moves.

Miércoles feliz!

Funky Cold Medina

Might as well get this over with, first.

We stayed at a "Hilton".  Like a Paris "Hilton".  I am ashamed Jomoosh and it'll never happen again.

They had quite the "Labor Day" pool party going on there.  Where the DJ reminded me how much I heart "Funky Cold Medina".  [Ahhhhh, college/high school...don't remember].

My favorite song [I have never heard before] was "Cupid Shuffle".  It's annoying as crap but this guy . . . .

.......every time they played it [four times] he'd get up and shake it.  I was crying with laughter.  He was awesome.

Photos.
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Photos.
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Photos.
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**So the Pita found/read/loved/examined my blog Thursday night........[in detail].  So the four photos I had of him flipping me [and or] the camera off . . . . he deleted.  So-so-so sad.  Isn't this censorship?  Can I call the police?**

I managed to save a few.  heeee heee heeee [in my evil voice].

Got this from Rad Runner ----- Peanut thinks you walk on water.  I told her you do.  So now you are a super hero too.

Not sure why she came out [photo] looking umpa loompa colored?!

So the rest I'll explain in numbers:

3 - hours it took to get to Mount Lemon to hike.
2 -# of potty stops while driving.
2 -# of times I used "nature" rather than the "toilets" that were being offered. so gross.
5 -# of times I realized, Arizona really can be pretty.

6 -# of miles we planned to hike.
1 -# of shoes Peanut brought.
1 -# of shoes that were two sizes to small
0 -# of socks Peanut brought.
44 -# of times she said she was "sorry".
0 -% chance I'll let her pack again without checking the "goods"
1 -# of times she said "this waaa-taaaahh says, energy an it's not giving me any"
1 -# of family photos I managed to not get deleted. [yay me]

1 -# of kids who'd think to pose with their hand under their chin for a hiking photo.
28 -# of minutes it took before Peanut needed Moleskin applied to each heel.
3 -# of times she said my "beaver skin" isn't working.  [cracked me up - it's the little things right?!]
100 -% more we had to pay for a room in Tucson than we usually do.
100 -% happy we were that the Pita booked it anyway.
7 -# of photos Peanut took when we thought she hadn't even taken one.

14 -# of times I was asked, "you're going to blog about this aren't you?" ummmm, yep.
3 -# of miles we completed.
3 -# of crepes had in a 24 hour period.  yum. "Planet of the crepes".....nice. 
8 -# of sunset photos I took.  This is my fav.

4 -# of ice cream cones I ate.  It's LABOR DAY!!  COME ON!!
20 -# of miles I ran Monday.

35 -# it felt like I ran.
99 -% sure that I am not 100% better.  Energy is not there.
11 - days until my Top Of Utah Marathon.
10 - days until I get a bloggy meet-up with Kera in Salt Lake City.
0 -# of marathons I've run without Peanut being at the finish line to greet me.

I don't think I like this "first" very much.

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend.

AND

A huge thank you to the replies to Peanut on her post.

Her. year. made.   She was/is so happy.

this is peanut!

Hello it is I the awesomeness![once again]
I use colors for my words.
Thanks to people who said I was awesomer than everybody!
Also for the mom who calls her kids "dorks".  That's you Allie. [impressive]
Try to use Dork 1 and Dork 2.
Or even Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Fashion tips:

1. Do not wear jeans with suit jackets. EVER
2. Do wear sleeveless shirts WITH jackets.


And the best websites for kids are....

1. stardoll
2.stardoll
3.stardoll


Do you belive that girls are better than boys?
I do. I beat a guy in a 2 square game.
Boys get silly when they sing.

Girls DO NOT.

That  hereby proves that girls are better than boys.

Signing off,
PEANUT

Don't worry - - Be happy

All dressed bright and [super] early this morning.

Hope you all enjoy the looooooooooooooooong weekend.

I'm planning on doing everything this video mentions.
 [Click here]

With waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better music though.  ;)

Addressing the "Cherry on Top" demons in my brain

NON - T. M. I.

You've now, officially, been warned.

So I've been tagged High-five times for the "Cherry On Top Award".

This one freaks me out.  Here comes a whole lotta' TMI.

To everyone else it seems to be quite simple:

RULES:

1. Answer this question: If you had the chance to go back and change one thing in your life, would you and what would it be?  [this is the "FREAKS me out" part]


2. Pick 6 people and give them this award. You then have to inform the person that they have gotten this award.  [still the slightest bit freaky because I have no idea who has/has not gotten this already. . . . .Andrew & Rae aren't you guys the graph/chart lovers!?]          p r o j e c t !      [said in your best "Clueless" {movie - for you non-blondes}voice]

3. The third and final thing is, thank the person who gave you the award.
Completely easy - I can handle that.
Thank you!
Andrew @ http://runningmanwannabe.blogspot.com/
Rae @ http://5krae.blogspot.com/
Chloe @ http://idontshineifyoudontshine.blogspot.com/
Jamoosh [I suppose] - http://lastmilelounge.blogspot.com/
Char @ http://char-mylifesamarathon.blogspot.com/

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I know.  I know.  It's not that hard Em.
But it is.  This is such a fully loaded question.  I'd honestly, rather run 50 miles uphill than answer this.

THE QUESTION:
If I had the chance to go back and change one thing in my life, would I and what would it be?

Now I'm sure most people [not you, but someone else] thought of something that was an easier read.  Less kool-aid drinking, getting fit at an earlier age, less partying, better friends . . . . again ALL great answers but mine is not one of those or even remotely close to any of those [probably more along the lines of awkwardly inappropriate or unacceptable AKA: TMI].

And "no" to those of you that "know" me. 
I've never told a soul [not one] about this.  Never will.  No need.  It wouldn't change anything.  As the Pita would say, "It is what it is Em."

What I will say . . . . . .

I embrace Regret.
I'll call it what it is.
I'll learn from it.
I'll help Peanut learn from it too.
That I have her back.
Then I'll move beyond it.
However, I will not ignore it or pretend that I don't have any.
As I believe, once I do, I [may] be bound to re-live them.  And once was enough for me.

Oh and Jamoosh, I don't do "fashion don'ts".  I have no fashion [related] regrets.  I only wish I could find freakier heels for church on Sunday than these.

Too tame.

White girl in the SUN....tra, la, la, la, la

[Oh now I wish Johann could have done this training run for me.]

To heck with Treadmill Thursday's [celebrate silently Jamoosh]. 

This run yesterday.

Was nuts.

The Pita came home Tuesday night saying he had meetings in Prescott.  Immediately [ding, ding, ding - that's my brain, by the way] ---- I must go.  I feel a training trail run coming on.  So after 1.5 hours of lame stock broker chatter from a conference call blasted in on his crackberry.  [who uses crackberry's anyway?].

We had arrived.  However, I had issues [shock].  I don't have a cute belt thing.  So I'm trying to beg my way win one from Rad Runner.
So I thought we had worked out how I'd get the keys and refuel as needed.  Nope. 

No.
Workie.
Outie.

f a i l.

So a little over 4 miles in I was like, "heck ya, this is okay!"
So I snapped this photo.

Yes, I had tried to swing by the car location for refueling - which is why you see cars not dirt.

So I found the grossest water fountain I could find and off I went.

So how'd it go?

Temp was "supposed" to be 79.  Was 88. 

Did I wear sunscreen?  No

Altitude kill me?  a little.

iPhone case [farmer] tan?  Check.

Getting stopped by a 65 year old couple asking me why my face was so red.  I answered by asking where the nearest grocery store was.  "Oh honey, it's a mile away!!"  Which sounded like 5 steps away at that point.  I had $2 in my pants, heck ya.

Two water bottles later.  Happy me.  Off to my mountainous death.  But first, just one little hill to climb.  Seriously, this photo makes me look like a wimp - and kinda stupid - but the grade/steepness of this hill is so NOT actually represented in this lame photo.

I actually liked this dorky one better.

Nostrils flaring and all.

So off to the real mountain.  I ran 12 in total but . . . .This is how I'd like to express my "actual" 9 mile TRAIL run portion.

....in my case.  Rocky dirt.

I was so mad at how poorly I felt that I did two one mile repeats.

Mile 1: 7:06
Mile 2: 7:36

Then, the Pita drove by saying, "you don't look good.  Hey, want your water?"

(*^%#!%#*+$#

Ya, thanks.

E.T. Maybe I was destined for strange?

My initials.  E.T. 

Yep, like Effervescent Tart.  Extra Terrific.  Even Trotter.  Extra Tricky.  Even Traceable.  Evil Texter.  Email Trollop.

Whatever.

I found this song [E.T. By Katy Perry] Friday.

I'm positive this song mingled with a large dose of "Dynamite".  Will be just what I need for that marathon in 16 days.

E.T.  [click my initials - this song - ahhhhh mAAAz ing.]

Off to Prescott in 2 hours for sprain my ankle trail running practice.  I'll be playing this song about 42 times.