Those Pesky Resolutions

So, remember way, way, way, way back when I was full of optimism and excitement for the new year? With all the fortitude and naivety I had, I declared my resolutions for 2007. What was I thinking??? This is proof that crazy hormones and sleep deprivation do strange things to a person.

Even though I have all the reasons in the world (I can reason my way out of anything) to bail on the half-marathon resolution, I figured that I really needed to do this. After all, it’s only a half-marathon, I’ve already done a full marathon before. What’s the big deal?

Sad to say, it is a big deal. I completed (walking, not running) a full marathon in June 2004. Here are a few differences from now and then.

Back then, I trained with a team. I was fundraising to support an important cause. On high mileage days, the team support set up the course, water breaks, etc. We had a personal trainer to ask questions and help with stretching. That was before I got my new job as a manager, which then led to two years of 10-12 hour days sitting at a desk in front of a computer, driving all over Texas, sitting at the phone on conference calls, or sitting on an airplane (which translates to not much physical activity!). Oh yeah, and my body has been through a few changes. A year ago, I looked like this...YIKES!

So needless to say, training for this half-marathon has been almost harder than training for the full marathon 3 years ago. And needless to say, I have not been near as good at following the training schedule. This time around, I just get whatever miles in that I can get in. The good news is that hopefully the weather conditions in Dallas will be a little better than when I did the full marathon. For some crazy reason, I thought it would be fun to complete my first-ever marathon in Hawaii…in the middle of the summer with 90+ degree days…on the IronMan black lava rock course. Here’s my fake smile from the middle of the course.

I truly was so miserable, I had to muster something up to look like I was having a good time and came up with the goofy thumbs-up! By this point in time, I was sunburned, dehydrated, and had completely numb feet from the sweat and blisters. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you? Honestly, Dallas' 30-40 degree temperatures would be a welcome relief from that.

Since I’m just about 10 days out from the big day, I figured it was time to truly hold myself accountable and put it out there on the blog. I have no expectation for a fast time, since I seem to be much slower these days. My goal is to just finish all 13.1 miles. The fun part is that my Dad and several friends are all doing it as well. I’m sure they’ll be able to complete a full marathon by the time I finish the half.

But hey, we all get the same T-shirt!

PS: For any of you that watch The Office, walking a marathon is not near as dorky ask Andy made it seem. Or maybe it is, and I'm just in complete denial. If so, please don't tell me.

Many Thanks

It may be years before this dining room table will ever have the pleasure of hosting a Thanksgiving dinner. Is that sad? Isn't that the pinnacle achievment in the life of a formal dining room table?

With both of our families here in town, I'm realizing that I may never have to cook a turkey. Since I'm not one to enjoy much cooking anyway, I've always been pretty OK with that. This was the first year that I BRIEFLY...I repeat...BRIEFLY thought to myself, maybe I'll give it a try one year. Now in my process of motivation, I need several Thanksgivings of thinking that to work up the courage to actually do it. We'll see. Check back with me in about 5 years.

Despite the aroma of a big, cooking bird in our home, we still had two rounds of a wonderful Thanksgiving. Round 1 with the Enrights was a week early. All of the family was there along with our family-friends and their new grandbaby. It was a fun time to see everyone and wrangle 3 kids under the age of 2. As it is every year, my Mom's cooking was great. Too bad the night ended with me at home with a 101 degree fever and horrible sore throat. Seriously, what has happened to my immune system?

Round 2 began on Thanksgiving Day with lunch for three at Whataburger. I'm pretty sure the Pilgrims made some kind of version of french fries, right? We then headed to Frisco and had an overnight hotel excursion with the rest of the Strzineks. We had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner together that night and a day of shopping on Friday.

Tate thoroughly enjoyed his first Thanksgiving with all of the family and friends around that love him so much. Each day, I was reminded of all the many things in my life that I'm thankful.

Now for a teaser, the weekend finale was an early "1st Birthday Party." More coming soon...

Thanksgiving

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happy 11 Months Baby Tate!

So this is only about half a month late, but who’s counting? It has been a little crazy around here, but I think my tardiness in posting is really a subliminal act of denial that my little baby is 11 months old. Which means…he’s almost 1 year old! I just can’t believe it. Seriously, how has it gone so fast? Anyway, on to a recap of the last month.

Tate continues to bring us so much joy. That may sound like such a cliché, but it is true. If Wade and I are both home when Tate wakes up from a nap, we usually both jump pretty quickly to be the one to go get him. Most of the time, he wakes up so happy and has one of those smiles that lights up his entire face. I love it!

One of the biggest challenges this month is with food. As I said before, he has quickly come to the conclusion that he is now too big for baby food. I guess we’ve got an independent type on our hands, as he has decided he must feed himself all food. That is except for yogurt. He is still coo-coo crazy for his yogurt. But pretty much everything else must be something he can feed himself. That has put me in quite the bind considering I don’t like to cook, and it’s often a battle of wills as he changes what he likes just about every day. So we’re just learning as we go. His current favorite foods are peas, turkey dogs, cheese, bread, black beans, bananas, raisins, and good ol’ macaroni and cheese.

And of course, this past month was full of Halloween fun.

As far as his physical therapy, we are actually going to go to two sessions a week. The therapist said he’s showing some signs of improvement and is tolerating it, so we might as well tackle it head on. When I get bummed out about it, it's because I don’t want him to miss out on anything, and I know he can get really frustrated. At our Gymboree class each week, I have to work real hard at not comparing him to the other kids that are crawling and walking all over the place. But, he’s working so hard and every little improvement here and there makes me so proud!

Although he’s still not standing or crawling yet, the kid can still get around. He is a master roller, which usually lands him in some strange places.


He continues to amaze us with the sound level that can come from such a little person. If he is happy, you (and all of the neighbors) will know it. Some may think that loud, screeching noise bellowing out of his mouth is because he is upset. Nope. That means he’s happy. And he’s happy a lot, so we hear that a lot. Guess the origin of his name that means “he who talks too much” may be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Oh well, we still love it…ear plugs and all.

He has said Momma quite a few times now. Although, I’ve noticed the only times he really says it is when he is upset or tired. Not sure what to think about that. He seems to understand a little more, but he is still mainly speaking “Tateish.” It’s pretty hilarious when he picks up a book, puts it in front of his face, and starts jabbering away like he’s reading the book himself. We have yet to figure out the translation.

And finally, Tate has made it to his third state. We went for a weekend trip to visit our friends Bert, Paige, and Anna in Little Rock. It was gorgeous, and Tate handled the 5+ hour drive surprisingly well. Here we are at the Old Mill.

It’s so hard to believe he’s been with us for almost an entire year. Now, we can’t even imagine life without him.

Said in a true "Chandler" tone...

Could I BE any more excited??!!

LOVE this show!

Back to the 30-somethings

I originally began this blog as a tribute to turning 30. Although I still only feel about 25, I've embraced my age and am looking forward to the big 3-2 in a few months. After all, 32 sounds better than 31 for some reason.

Anyway, I guess the founder of MySpace needs to learn a little lesson from me. While reading my beloved Newsweek the other night (yes, you read that right, beloved), I was so intrigued by this story. It appears as though he's been lying about his age.

The fact that he was lying might make more sense if he was really 50+ while marketing a product to teenagers. (Sorry to any of my over-50 readers, but surely you agree.)

But no, he was lying about a whopping 4 years. He's actually 36, not 32. The horror!

Isn't that strange? Who knew that being 32 was so appealing???

Happy Halloween!

How many pumpkins does it take to make a patch?

In the last week, we made it to a pumpkin patch 3 different times. I know...a little overboard. Maybe I was making up for lost time, maybe it was fine time to enjoy some fall-like weather, or maybe Tate is doomed to have a mother obsessed with any and every holiday or season. The truth is probably all of the above.

The ironic part is that despite being surrounded by hundreds of pumpkins for sale, I still don't have any fall pumpkins to decorate our front porch. I just can't fork out the $13-$14 these places charge per pumpkin. So I'm headed to the grocery store tomorrow for the $5 ones...a little more like it!

Pumpkin Patch outing #1 with some good friends from Vista Ridge.

Pumpkin Patch outing #2 with our good friends Mike, Laura, and Jackson. Jackson was born just three months before Tate.

Pumpkin Patch outing #3 with just Mommy & Daddy (not near as fun I'm sure).

**DISCLAIMER: I did buy the little $3 pumpkin from the pumpkin patch with free admission. That's from my all-consuming guilt of needing to support their efforts somehow...just not with a $14 pumpkin. By the way, I don't think I've typed the word pumpkin this many times ever in my life!

Things I Love Right Now

This week's forecast!

61° 46°P/Sunny

66° 50°M/Sunny

69° 56°M/Sunny

72° 55°P/Sunny

73° 53°Sunny

75° 53°M/Sunny

72° 54°Sunny

73° 54°Sunny


These feet!





This book!





This essay!

These pumpkins!

Watch Out Ladies

Scary sight today. Tate was clapping along to the Beastie Boys' Brass Monkey while wearing a shirt that says Ladies Man. Yikes...what have I started?

Maybe we'll go back to Itsy Bitsy Spider and Jesus Loves Me.

Although..........he sure looked cute, and for some strange reason, I still like that song!