Hermana

Many people have the privilege of being a big sister.  They get to pick on their little sister for goofy things, teach her, defend her honor, share with her, help her grow.  Big sisters hold their little sister's hands and show them the way.  I have often heard that it is nice for parents with two kids so the young sibling can look up to the older sibling for guidance and support.

But not all big sisters get the privilege of actually looking up to their little sisters like I do.

Today Tia is 28.  Twenty-eight!  I wanted to compile a list of reasons that my little sister is the number one role model I have, my guiding light, my support system.  So here it goes:

She helps me write my resumes and cover letters
She gives the best back tickles
She likes some ugly shoes and some nice shoes, so it is all balanced out
She loves corny jokes as much as me (knock knock, who's there, interrupting turtle...)
She sleeps until noon on the regular
She thinks brunch can start at 5 pm
She lets my cry over stupid things
She pats my head and listens when I cry over important things
She tells the funniest stories
She is goofy
She introduced me to my love of Beyonce
She has killer fashion
She doesn't give a shit what others think about her
She is dedicated to helping others
She is without a doubt, brilliant
She has great taste in friends and partners
She is a huge wuss when it comes to spiders to the point that she makes me look sane
She is a great mama to her fur babies
She has a don't mess with me attitude
She names cars well
She loves to lay in bed and snuggle with me
She calls me out on my shit
She gives good gifts
She is adventurous
She is caring beyond belief
She is a drama queen
She still has important mementos from our childhood
She is a good cook
She decorated her bedroom with condoms when we were in high school
She taunts me with too many selfies
She is as sweet as a sugar plum
and yet she can be a huge bitch
She is sensitive
She is kind
She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the privilege to know
She picks me up at the airport and drives me to get froyo
She is witty and funny
She is spontaneous
She is brave
She is independent
She is the best little sister a big sister could ask for


Tia, hermana, my soul sister; I love you and wish you nothing but the best for your 28th birthday.  Lalloo forever.

Blue

I haven't posted in awhile because I am in a bit of a blue funk.  I'm feeling ick and blech and slightly depressed.  Which is odd, as it is SPRING and I should be feeling glorious from the sun, the the grass that is starting to turn green, the crocuses poking through the dirt.

But instead I am feeling like while the earth is getting a new start, I am falling behind.

I am unhappy with where my personal life is.  I am discouraged about where I am emotionally, physically, financially, and every other which way.  I cry at the gym.  I cry at the office.  I cry in bed.

I am trying to make the best of this time, this season of new beginnings, of joy, of fun, but I feel bogged down by everything that needs to get done to make me feel better.  

Gardens need to get cleaned out, lawns raked, runs ran.  I am feeling out of shape and frustrated with myself.  "Why am I not stronger?  Faster?  Leaner?" "Where is the time?"  "Where is the money?"

I need to take a vacation away with my husband to rejuvenate.  To get a perspective and come up with a game plan for what I want, what we want.  But I know that even taking 4 days off from our life means we will fall even further behind.  Let alone the fact that we have about 17 spare dollars to our name and our time is fully booked almost straight through to the middle of June.

It seems as though there is nothing in my life I am able to control right now.  And I hate not being in control.

I feel like I am drowning (if I said "in my own tears" would you gag?  I would.) and until I'm on solid ground again, posts will either be far and few between or just as boring to read as this one.

Hopefully I will be up to cracking jokes or regaling the world with stories of my boring adventures soon enough.

Until then, happy Friday, lambs.

The Goodwins Are Hell Bound

A little insight into why we are not ready to be parents yet.

Last night in bed we were talking about our friends and family who all have adorable children.  Really, they are all so blessed because they all produce some good looking spawn.

Granny: What if we pull the short straw and have ugly kids?  Or worse, kids that are cute only to us????

Mountain Man (with a complete straight face): We will just throw them outside and start over again.

Hand to God, we are actually good people.

We just need a little more time before we procreate ;)

Crossfit

The people at my local box:

Me:

No, really.

Running lately 2.0

After last year's disaster of a half marathon (I am proud I finished my fourth half, but having heat stroke was the worst) I decided to take a long break from running any sort of distances.  I decided not to have any halves on the horizon and if I never ran a half again, I was ok with that.  That heat stroke really did a number on me, and on top of that, I was feeling over running in general.

Since June 2013, I ran a couple of days a week, maybe three at most, and all short distances.  It was a wonderful break.  

But now I am back at it, training for another half, and I would love to PR, so I am trying to train hard.

I have been training since late January and will continue training until June 1, the date of the half.  I know that is a long training period, but I am trying a new plan, that has me going up to 15 miles, and I am tailoring it a bit to add double long runs of most distances (run 10 miles twice, 11 miles twice, 12 miles twice, and so on).  It is a long time to commit to running for 2 hours or so every weekend.  But So far it has felt great and I am so proud that my body is letting me do this once again.

Training for any distance in Vermont in the winter is tough.  It is snowy or icy or cold or dark.  The roads are not always safe with ice and snow buildup on the sides.  I am hoping the spring weather will be here soon so I can get my butt outdoors, but so far I have done all of my training on the treadmill we bought this fall (with the exception of a couple of short runs on nice days).  Side note to my husband who said I would never use the thing because "everyone who buys treadmills just discards them and uses them as drying racks."  HA!  I showed you!  Since buying it in November I have put over 300 miles on the old girl!

Today I had 11 miles planned.  I went down to the treadmill and my heart was not in it.  I did not want to run 11 miles today.  I was ready to run 11 miles if it was a lovely 50 degrees and sunny and all down hill and there were flowers and other people out enjoying spring, but it was 27 and I was running in my basement once again.  I walked down and said to myself "it might suck, but in less than two hours you will be done and you will feel great."  And my long runs recently have been wonderful.  Every weekend I hop on the machine and before I know, 6 miles are done and then 8 and then 10.  It has been easy running 9-11 miles for the last month.  It has been great.

But today I looked down and I had just barely done 4 miles.  I still had 7 long miles to go. At this point in the game, the point where my body is fully capable of running 11 miles as it has countless other times, it is mind of matter.  If your mind is not in it, a run is brutal.  Every MINUTE ticks by in your head and ever tenth of a mile feels like 3 miles.  At mile four I told myself "just make it to mile 6.  A solid hour.  Then run 11 miles next weekend instead."  At mile 6 I took a little break but then told myself, "just run to 7.  One more mile.  7 is so much more impressive than 6."  But as I was running that extra mile, I told myself, "keep running to 11.  You are already at 7.  And you have nothing else planned for this chunk of time today.  If you don't run to 11 miles you will lay in bed and watch 'House of Cards' instead and and you have plenty of other time to do that.  Just keep going."

So I did.  It wasn't fun, and it wasn't pretty.  But I ran 11 miles once again.  And I am so glad I did.  Partially for pride, partially to tell the voice in my head that it's NOT ok to quit, partially for the feeling I get when I accomplish something that is really hard, and partially to eat some half baked ice cream without guilt.

But mostly for the first three.

Happy weekend.

Crikey

As you read yesterday, I am officially ready for spring.  I think it is because it is now March, and the days are getting longer and longer.  I love that it is still light out at 6pm.  And I am seeing robins fly around (a sure sign that spring should be right around the corner.)

I can accept the fact that as much as I yearn for spring, there will most likely be more snow to fall in Vermont in March.  It happens almost every year.  As a kid we used to get huge snow storms in the middle of March.  I can handle it.

What I can't handle in March are these subzero temps. 

Bugger off winter, you old bitch.

Still shivering in Vermont,

Granny

Spring Fever

It is now March and I am starting to get the spring fever.  Knowing that we will not actually have spring in Vermont for at least another month, Mountain Man and I have been dreaming up our vacation all winter, someplace warm to escape to with all of our tax money.

Except we owe a number with too many zeros to Uncle Sam this year.  We will not be able to take a vacation.

So if all of y'all vacationing in the tropics would kindly stop posting pictures of tranquil waters, sandy beaches, tans, green lush plants, fruity cocktails, and anything remotely related to sun or warmth or relaxation I would certainly appreciate it.  

Y'all are breaking a girls heart.

Graciously,

(broke and buried in snow) Granny

It's been awhile...

This weekend my social media sites were ablaze with 

one wedding

two engagements

four births

Meanwhile, I just day drank and skied.

(And ran 10 miles, so there is that proud accomplishment.)

Happy Tuesday, fools.

Cold as a Witches Tit

I know it was a lot colder during last weeks polar vortex crap, but when one is babysitting an adorable puppy named Willy Nelson that needs to go on 6 walks a day, -6 feels really cold.

And this morning, Mr Nelson felt like he needed take 22 minutes to find a desirable place to drop a deuce.

It was -6, with windchill it felt like -16.

Good thing you are cute, Willy!

Hope all of you dealing with the cold are finding nice ways to stay warm.  And hopefully all of those hit by winter storm Janice calm your tits and realize it is just a snow storm.  

Peace out cub scouts.

A Mountain Man by Any Other Name...

We live in a small rural area.

Little things--like a new, young, studly mountain manager at the oldest ski area in the US--tend to make the news a bit.  Since Mountain Man's promotion 2 years ago there have been countless news stories, videos and publications with his name and picture.

No joke, when he first took over, we were getting calls from reporters about 3 times a day for a solid two weeks.

Want his autograph?

Now that it is the height of winter in Vermont, they seem to be at it again.

On Wednesday there was a magazine article published and two articles in the local paper (front page, above the fold.  Ahem.) about him.  It was pretty exciting.

Except that in each article his name was different.

One was correct.

Then there was Gunner Goodwin.  (MM seems to like this adaptation of his name best.)

And in the EXACT same newspaper that called him Gunner, they refer to him as Gallen Goodwin in the second article.

Ladies, not only am I married to a local celebrity, I am apparently married to three.  You can start fanning yourselves with envy now.

Breaking News: Granny out 'til 2 am

And I lived to tell the tale (and wore heels the whole time)!

We spent a night out on the town in the big city, ate delicious food from 8 pm until 2 am, had yummy cocktails, ran in the rain, and laughed and laughed.  It was a great little girls night.

cab ride, first ever scorpion bowl, HAIR, ladies night

evolution of a rib.  slurp!

fun photo shoot

2 am photo shoot whilst waiting for room service.

Hope you all had a bees knees weekend!

Well that's pinteresting

I have had a smidge of OCD most of my adult life, but ever since buying Goodwin Ranch it has been kicked into high gear.  Owning your own digs to decorate as you like has me scouring the web for ideas--ways I can turn the ranch into a beautiful home worthy of a design magazine.

I pine over pinterest posts, looking for the perfect bedroom for Mountain Man and I to call our own retreat.  I constantly look at other blogs and see how people turn their bedrooms into a beautiful oasis.  It seems like every blogger out there has a swoon worthy room that I am lusting over.

I literally fantasize about having a bedroom as gorgeous as the ones I find on the internet.  I plot out paint colors, furniture, accent pieces, decor.  I check my bank account regularly to see if I miraculously woke up with a few extra Gs to decorate the master suite.  I constantly think up the perfect blue for our walls.

Instead, I live with a man who, despite my dreams of having the PERFECT BEDROOM, he does this to his side of the room:

Pinterest worthy we are not.

But hopefully someday!

Happy new year, chickens.