Go, JB!!

This video was actually meant for the family blog, but what the heck. Future Guam star right here (in my head, at least). He's #17, by the way.

Summer of Fun!

JB shooting hoops at camp. He's having so much fun there this summer. Lots of friends and they get DSi time!

Precious Moments

JB and Mia having a rare sweet moment.

Officially a soccermom!

Ok, so I haven't worked out in 3 days.  I suck, I know, but while I was slacking off, we got a new car to replace John's dead 1994 Nissan Sentra (may she rest in peace).

John and the kids LOVE it.

Yeah, I slacked again.  I pinky swear with both pinkies that I will work out tomorrow.  I'm being LAZY.

I be slackin'!

Alright, alright.  I'll fess.  I've been lazy since John got back.  It's so nice to see him though.  I've missed him and have been enjoying his company, which means I've been sleeping in and lounging while he takes care of business, haha!

Anyway, I did get a very thorough workout on Sunday with the pick up gang, then I had practice for the Marianas Cup on Monday.  Yesterday and today though were crap.  Yesterday we looked at a new car and then ate at Chili's.  John and the kids had fajitas and pizza while I ate $5 special margaritas.  Yum-o!


  Today we picked up our new Mazda 5. We celebrated with a bottle of wine (for me) and a drive around the southern end of the island (John drove, promise!).









Back on track tomorrow, I pinky swear.  Either a 5 miler or the gym.  I need BOTH to work off today's meals.  I had the most fabulous local meal at lunch. Stuffed crabs and canned sardines cooked in coconut milk with lots of green and red healthy stuff.  YUM.

For dinner I made the most awesome chicken enchiladas this end of Guam.  They are delicious, but chock full of everything I try to avoid on the daily.

I'll be back to tell you just how hard I worked to earn such diet devastating meals.  Peace out.  One love.

Same stuff. Different day.

I'm tired and irritated.  Mia threw the mother of all fits in her daycare parking lot that started with "I don't want to ride in your car" and moved to "I want caaandyyyyyy" for the entire 20 minute ride home, plus another 1/2 an hour at home.

Dreadmill run of 3.5 miles in 36:06.

I'm pooped.

Run with the big dogs!

I got in 2 hours of pick up soccer with the pick up gang today.  God, it felt so good to run hard like that and get banged up.  It makes me feel human.  It's good preparation for the upcoming co-ed, old fart's league. 

I asked Sue and the sisters to run the Perimeter relay with me.  I think it'll be awesome for the three of them to add this to their "BTDT and got the shirt" list.  With all of the 5k's they've run, I know they can handle it.  What a great way to spend time with family, huh?  In pain?

In other "shoot me now" news, the damn car won't start.  The dudes in the family say it's a starter problem.  I love how the all these things happen when John's gone.  Am I being tested?  Punk'd?  Ai, 'sus.

I don't wanna talk about it.

My beloved got their asses handed to them in a carry on to take home as a parting gift.  I'm too bummed to talk about it.

Hit the gym today for a light workout to rest my lower legs.  I did a 10/10/3.5/10, which was 10 on the treadmill, 10 on the elliptical, 3.5 on the stairmaster (until it dumped my ass off because I couldn't work it out), and then 10 frustrated minutes on the treadmill again.  Light cardio focus. I was going to run hard again to work off the pork adobo I ate for lunch, but I didn't feel like it.  I'm moody like that.

John comes home on the 28th, woo hoo!  Single parenting is not for the weak, so it's not for me.  These kids are running my ass ragged.  I need to tap out!  I can't wait till he gets home.  I talked to him tonight and told him that as soon as he gets here, the littlest one is all his to boss him around.  I'm so done with that.  She's cute as heck, but boy she's got 'tude!  I'm hoping this week will fly right by.

Tomorrow will be pretty relaxed here at home, then Sunday I'm hoping to catch a co-ed pickup game.  I miss those.  I love playing against guys and getting pushed to my limits.  Nothing like feeling as if you dropped your lungs somewhere on the pitch.  Crossing my fingers Papa will sit for a couple hours so I can get my football fix.

The end.

Reunion!

I bought Tiff's tix home.  I can't wait to see that beautiful girl again.  My first born, my savior.  I haven't felt this lifted in a long time.  I miss that girl and I can't wait to hold her again.