"...In the end, people either have excuses or experiences; reasons or results; buts or
brilliance. They either have what they wanted or they have a detailed list of all the rational reasons why not."

~ Anonymous
(taken from Matt Erbele's, It Takes Time to Get Good)

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Cliches R Us

As a member of a 12 step program I am no stranger to gratitude lists.

Hell, anytime you piss and moan to your sponsor about anything the first thing out of their mouth is "I think you need to do a gratitude list, you whiny little bitch!" (Ok, I added the "you whiny little bitch" part, but it is implied)

Therefore, I am not really a once a year giver of thanks, but since I have no running to write about (*le sigh*) I thought I would write something down.

Thanksgiving Cliche 2010

1. I am grateful that this little BOY is cooking along just fine inside the equally healthy LA Run Buddy

It is a boy! Come on, even people that do not like babies can not help but smile at that buddha belly!

2. I am grateful that my husband is done with radiation, does not need anymore hormone deprivation shots, and is as healthy as someone with cancer can be.

Hubby cooking the turkey, which leads into number 3....

3. I am grateful that hubby cooked the turkey since I have NO fucking clue how to turn a raw, dead bird into something edible.

I am getting a lesson on turkey prep. As you can imagine, I am listening intently.

Full disclosure: He also did the stuffing, the potatoes, and the gravy. Even though my mother insisted I cook Thanksgiving dinner this year, I only did the green bean casserole (yes, the one that you give to your 6 year old niece to cook, so she feels like she is a part of the process) and the salad. I am the sorriest excuse for a woman alive.

4. I am grateful that I have a full time job with good medical benefits and a financial lifestyle I can afford on my income. Despite an economic downturn and a year that has kicked me and my hubby in the ass, we do not have to worry about paying our bills or losing our home.

Picture, solely for the purpose of a personal beef.

5. I am grateful the rest of my family and friends are healthy and happy. I could not fathom my life without them. Or more precisely, I would not want to fathom my life without them.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Friends: Old and New

This long, holiday weekend I had the opportunity to spend some quality time with some quality people. My hip has still been a problem and I have not run since before the aborted Bogg's race.

The mood in RBRland has been dour at best. This weekend I was able to see, once again, just how fucking lucky I am.


I started the long weekend with one of my all time favorite humans, LA Run Buddy. We hung out and caught a movie since she was going to be gone all weekend visiting people in L.A. and spreading the news about her impending motherhood. (Yes, you all heard it way before the beautiful people of L.A. Ha!)


I was off on Friday for the Veteran's Day weekend. I called up a buddy of mine that recently had a stroke to see if I could come visit. (Ok, full disclosure, I went to visit him at the rehab center on Tuesday and he had been discharged that morning. Oops. Way to be on top of it, RBR)

He was trying his first foray at one handed, wheelchair baking. He was making cupcakes for his brother's birthday. I have 2 black thumbs when it comes to baking, but I have a black belt when comes to sampling baked goods, so I told him, "Hells yeah, I will come 'help'." I hung with him and his super cool family for a few hours before I had to take LA Run Buddy to the airport. His brother, sister-in-law, and their 3 children are taking care of him. Amazing people all of them.

We decided that pineapple upside down cupcakes baked by a stroke victim* have no calories, which is good for me since I ate 4.

I stole this picture from Google images, but this is exactly what they looked like. Delish.

*He actually calls himself a stroke volunteer. He smoked like a train, did not exercise, and despite being a diabetic for 14 years partook generously in the fruits of his own labor as a pastry chef. He is on the wagon now and has not smoked since the stroke 3 weeks ago. He is also the model physical therapy patient and he did not eat even one cupcake!


Jo Lynn and I decided to go for a "walk" at Sunol Regional Wilderness Park. I put 'walk' in parenthesis because her last email to me in planning for this "walk" was "just bring 32-40 oz. of water and you should be fine."

That morning I was filling my Camelbak in preparation, and hubby says,

Hubby: I thought you were just getting coffee and going for a walk?

RBR: *sigh* Yeah, this is a Jo Lynn walk. I have to earn my freaking coffee.

When most women say they are going to get coffee and go for a walk, you imagine strolling along some pretty bike path sipping a latte. Not if you go with Jo Lynn. So filled the Camelbak.

Jo Lynn, most adorable trail dog ever, Boomer, and moi. (Pic stolen from Jo Lynn's blog.)

I had never been to Sunol and it was beautiful. There is a place they call little Yosemite because of the rock formations and there were gorgeous views of Mt. Diablo in the distance. Obviously, since it was gorgeous I took exactly zero pictures. Nice one, RBR. Documentation FAIL.

Another picture stolen from Jo Lynn

Jo Lynn is recovering from surgery and I am pretty sure she is not supposed to be dropping my ass on the hiking trails, but it was exactly what I needed to get back out there. I have been wallowing a bit because of my hip and sometimes I forget that what I really love about this sport. is going somewhere beautiful and spending time with people I like. It does not really matter how fast I am doing it.

Little Yosemite, Sunol Regional Wilderness Park (pic stolen from Google Images)

Fortunately for me, the surgery slowed Jo Lynn down. Since she hikes faster than I run, I would have had no chance of keeping up with her at her normal hiking pace. (Aren't I a peach? I am grateful the woman was slowed by painful bone surgery. Line to be RBR's friend forms here)


Then a friend of mine from San Diego came up for the weekend to celebrate her grandmother's 98th birthday. I have not seen her in over a year. We have been friends for almost 20 years. She moved to San Diego, had children, and things just change, but this weekend it was nice to reconnect.

RBR and J at Grandma's 98th b-day. Damn, Grandma is not the only one getting older.

The take home message from this weekend for me is that, friendships take work to maintain and I have not been taking care of my friendships. I include my immediate family in this. Sometimes I forget that just because I am thinking about someone, or even talking about how much someone means to me that does not mean that they necessarily know that. I get so wrapped up in the day to day shit that I forget to take care of what really matters.

I am very lucky to have a lot of really incredible people in my life, both in my immediate world and farther away (and some that I barely know that have helped me more than they can imagine). I would not have made it through this year without their support. I want them to know how much they mean to me.

Yeah, yeah, I am in one of those moods, if you have not gotten one already, be expecting some sappy ass emails.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Finally, my BIG news!

I will admit that I am a little late in getting back to you all on my BIG news (aka: the only news I received in 2010 that did not TOTALLY suck ass!)

So without further adieu...


Yep, she

...is with child...

...is knocked up...

...has got a bun in the oven...

...is eating for two...

...is sportin' the baby bump...

...is knittin' a human... (Ok, I made that one up, but it makes me laugh)

Obligatory nerdy pregnancy euphemisms

...is gestating...

...is gravid...

...is showing off her fecundity

I can not think of any person that is a better choice to raise a human than her. She is the kindest, most loving person I know. I could not be happier for her or more excited to meet the l
ittle person she has brewing inside her.

I know that it is a little odd that I am so goddamn excited about this and that I feel the need to announce it here because: 1. It is not me that is pregnant 2. LA Run Buddy does not read this blog and 3. Despite the fact that many feel there is evidence to the contrary, LA Run B
uddy and I are not lesbian lovers and this is not our child she is carrying,

...but as I have said many times - my blog, my rules. I get to talk about whatever I want.

I know almost nothing about babies. I have never really been around them much, but I have raised a lot of orphan kittens how different can they be?

The times, they are a changin'.