Wild Time at Goodwin Ranch

Friday night.

15 year olds are out with their friends, seeing a movie, doing a sleep over.

20 year olds are out with their friends, partying, bar hopping, doing wild fun stuff.

30 year olds are taking care of their babies and wishing they could still go out and party with their friends.

27 year olds (at least THESE 27 year olds) are...

Going to the gym.

Making dinner.

Watching a movie on the couch.

Giving up on the movie because that is too much of a commitment for a Friday night.

Watching "How I Met Your Mother," instead.

Singing show tunes to each other.

Slapping themselves in the face to stay awake...

only to sing more show tunes.

(Seriously, cannot WAIT for les Miserables in December.)

No, you didn't just hallucinate the lamest Friday night in history.

You just got a glimpse into the life of a Friday night at Goodwin ranch.

If you are really lucky, next time I will give you a sneak peak into our Sundays.

(Hint, Mr. G has not done one single thing other than watch TV and play video games today.  THRILLING.)

Love,

Granny

Running fail part II

I have been feeling a bit discouraged with my running lately.  Out of shape, out of breath, out of motivation.  I made the decision to not run Boston in 3 weeks and I was feeling better already about not having to do long weekend runs.  I normally love running, but when your body says "no" I tend to listen.  So now I have slowed down my roll with running but I am still feeling discouraged.  It just seems more challenging than normal.

Well on Sunday I was fighting all of the usual feelings that were telling me to stay in bed rather than to go for a run.  But I fought against the feelings, got up, and headed out the door.  I decided on a new 5 mile route that I was actually really excited about.  I headed out and the weather was perfect--lovely fall weather, the smell of leaves in the air, blustery, and perfect.  I was actually enjoying my run, waving to the other runners/walkers/bikers, even smiling at the plethora of cars driving by.  

It was just such a great day for a run, and I am feeling fantastic! I told myself as I jogged.  I love seeing all these other like minded people out running and being active with me!

But a grand total of 1 mile in, I started to feel an awful pain right below my...crotch.

Did I just saw crotch on my blog?

Either way, I was wondering why I all of a sudden was getting crotch chaffing one mile into my run.  This is something that generally doesn't bother me, and if it does, it is more like 12 miles into a run, not one mile.

So I looked down.

And almost died right there on the spot of embarrasment.

Because this is what I saw:

I somehow had managed to rip the inseam of my pants from crotch (there I go again with that word) to knee and didn't notice.  I was running for 10 minutes, waving to people, smiling, shouting out "how are you?" and "oh happy day!" (maybe that last line is a lie).

And they all saw me running with insufficient material to cover my lady bits.  And yes, it was really obvious, there was no hiding it.

And yes, it still hurts, thank you for asking.

Love, granny.

What a week

I had lots of great things to blog about this week.

I was going to talk about how I was running on Sunday and made a stupid move and totally biffed it in front of 10 cars and scraped up my knee real nice.

I was going to talk about adjusting to work after 13 days of vacation.

I was going to tell you the story of how I asked Mr. G to go check on the hot water heater because the water was not getting hot and it had been twenty minutes.  But then it turned out I had the cold water turned on, and not the hot.

I was going to talk about the beautiful new purse I just purchased (she is arriving today!).

I was going to complain about feeling discouraged with my running.  And how I came to the decision not to run Boston in 3 weeks.

I was going to discuss fall, and how the fall weather last week, the start of school, the talk of football, etc, has made me aching a bit for fall, but overall, IT IS STILL SUMMER AND I AM NOT READY TO QUIT SUMMER YET.

I was going to talk about how after five years I am now back in school and how it is adjusting again.

I was going to tell you about how on my first day of school I spilled soup on myself AND salad all over my car so I walked into class (with a limp from my knee) smelling like chicken soup and onions.  And I still had arugula in my hair.  It was a great first impression, I think.

But all of that has fallen to the wayside, as this has been one hell of a busy week.

Maybe next week?  

Love,

Bubbie

Frenchie

In case you were unaware (of even if you were) my main man and I have been in France for the last 12 days.  We head back stateside tomorrow and while I will miss being on vacation, I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, normal flush toilets, eating in restaurants that do not allow smoking and regaining some semblance of a normal life (i.e., grocery shopping, making my own healthy food and running.  And not living out of a suitcase).  

I am also looking for whittling away the lbs that were added to my waist line on this trip.

Turns out eating bread and cheese and meat, crepes, croissants and a bottle of red every day is not so good for fitting in to your skinny jeans.

But before I start a new blog series on a health regiment for after vacation (jk), let me regale you will some tales from a far.

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Mr. G and I arrive in Paris 2 weeks ago and fell in love.  It is so old and beautiful.  We immediately collapsed in our first hotel and woke the next day to explore.  

We did the quintessential tourist shit and took a million pictures.

Then we hit up the TGV and took the high speed train to Lyon. 

I think I loved Lyon even more than Paris.  It is everything I imagined it would be.  Old, romantic, delicious, lovely...ah, oui, J'adore Lyon...

Then we TGV'd it back up to Paris for a week.  

We rented a flat (and by flat I mean 1 room that was smaller than any of my dorm rooms, and it had a murphy bed and pink toilet paper) in the Latin Quarter.  Turns out we were a nice 4 block jaunt to Notre Dame.  

Très Magnifique!

We managed to play tourists again (which I am sure would embarrass my sister completely) and we explored all of the famous sights the city had to offer:

Before we came to Paris, I purchased tickets for us to go up the Eiffel Tower on Saturday night.  Our reservations were for 10:30 (yes, PM.  I nearly died).  We were looking forward to seeing the view of Paris at night and fought our fading bodies to stay awake. We killed time to stay awake until 10:30 by going to pick up groceries for the next day, we stuffed them in our backpack and carried on. We forced ourselves to have a loooong dinner in a nice neighborhood.  Even after that it was still only 9:15.  We got cocktails and sat in the park with thousands of others and took in the spectacle that is the eiffel tower at night.

Finally, it was 10:30.  We got into our special VIP line (since I had pre-bought the tickets) and were like giddy school kids (the cocktails in the park did not hurt either).  And we were immediately searched.

Remember how I told you we went grocery shopping earlier to kill time?

Of course, being in Paris, we had purchased some wine.  

As in a wine bottle.

As in, "sorry, you cannot go up the eiffel tower with glass.  And no, we will not hold your backpack for you."

So no, we did not go up the eiffel tower.  Thanks for asking.

And that sums up our trip to France!

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Happy anniversary, shnookums, I loved spending the last two weeks with you in ol' Paree.

Bubbie