Bling

Remember when you were a wee little child and you received a new pair of tennis shoes you were absolutely, without a doubt, CONVINCED that they made you run faster? Remember how you would put them on and cruise around the neighborhood and yard just like Forrest Gump? Remember how you thought that no one in the entire world was as fast as you? Well, since I'm spoiled (hey, I'll be the first to admit it) and I wanted somethin' kinda pricey for my Mother's Day present......and I didn't want to actually wait until Mother's Day to get it......my husband gave me the go-ahead to order this little beauty:

For those of you who are nonthewiser.....this here little gem is the so-called BLING of the runner's world.....a Garmin Forerunner 305. This little beauty does practically everything that a runner wants it to do, with the exception of actually running for you. It tells you your pace, your time, how many miles you've gone, how many calories you've burned.....you name it. And it has become, in a sense, my "brand new shoes." I can strap this baby one, go for a run, and feel faster. (This is mainly due to the fact that it beeps every time I go below a certain pace as if to tell me : "Get your fat butt moving.....you slow poke." But hey, who's complaining.) I am in love with it and know without a doubt that I could give old Forrest a run for his money......but really, who's bragging? Oh wait.....that's me.

Oh, and as a double whammy.....and because again, let me reiterate, I'M SPOILED....my husband also let me buy these.....

Oh, that's right baby......watch out for me......and catch me if you can. I am the so called "triple threat" of the runner's world.......I just haven't come up with the third threat yet. If you find it would you please let me know. Thank you.

Pssstttt.....One more thing: I've decided to run another MARATHON! You could say I'm more than just a little bit crazy.

Beauty is Pain.....Pain is Beauty

Or some other crap like that.

Oh the things we women do for a little beauty. Case in point: Plucking our eyebrows. Not fun. Waxing: Not fun (or anything even remotely close to fun.) Wearing high heels: Sure it makes our legs look lean and nice, but really? NOT FUN! Well, today I was able to initiate my four year old daughter into the "it hurts like h-e double you know what, but it's all in the name of beauty" club. Today was the day of the piercing of the ears. Now I am from the mentality of not caring when my girls get their ears pierced. I don't have a certain age that I make them wait until. That's not to say that I disagree with people who do. I also never pierced their ears when they were babies, but again, I don't disagree with people who chose to do that. It's your child....do whatever the hay you want. I just thought that I would wait until they were the ones that chose to do it. I wasn't going to make them do something that they didn't want to do. Well, a little more than a year ago, Savy decided that she wanted to get her ears pierced. She was three at the time. Great. Let's do it. Then this happened.........

And we decided that after dozens and dozens of stitches.....getting her ears pierced might not be the best idea at the time. So we waited.....and waited. And then, that fateful day when Savy was watching an episode of John and Kate plus Eight (which by the way, is her FAVORITE show....really.....it is.....I'm not making this up) and one of the little girls gets her ears pierced and has an absolute meltdown! Like really, the mother of all meltdowns. It was then and there that Savy looks up at me and says: "Mom, I am NEVER getting my ears pierced!" Well.....okay then.

But I knew she'd come around....and come around she did. When she told me that she wanted them pierced, I threw her in the car ( Not literally people. Geesh. Don't call CPS on me) and headed over to the mall......before she could change her mind, or worse, get in another scooter accident.

Here she is all excited and ready to go. She has not idea......poor thing.

And now, the prep work is almost done. Hair pinned back: Check. Sterile gloves: Check. Cleaning the area with alcohol: Check. Teenager at the mall who was going to be shooting holes in my daughters ears: Check. Mother who wants to grab her daughter and make a run for it: Check and Check.

Um yeah....all done and SO not happy with me OR the teeny bopper employee.

This one is so sad.....Will she ever forgive me? Keep chanting this Savy: Beauty is pain, Beauty is pain.

There. That's better.

And then, because I'm all about the bribery..... (I am. There's no shame in it.) We went to get ice cream. Only our favorite ice cream store in the mall had apparently over- stayed it's welcome because it was no where to be found.....but we discovered that a Vanilla shake from McDonalds does the trick quite nicely.

And here's the money shot of the cute little pink flower earrings worn by the cutest little girl you ever did see.

I definitely think this last picture says it all. Smile on the face, gladly proclaiming the fact that she just got her ears pierced AND that a shake from Mickey Dee's can make it all better. Yes it can, Savy. Yes it can.

Now what to do about those Kindergarten shots?

And all the girlies say he's pretty fly for a white guy.....

A BIG shout- out to my hottie husband for kicking his first half marathon right in the can.

1 hour and forty minutes.

Ran it like a rockstar.

(Guess all that training paid off.)

I will take a small amount of credit for the kick-A play-list I created for him.

And for standing out in the freezing cold cheering him on.

But other than that, he totally did it on his own.

I'm so proud of him.

Give it to me baby, Uh huh, uh huh....and all the girlies say he's pretty fly for a white guy.

Dang skippy.