Crock Pot Balsamic Chicken

I’m having an inappropriate love affair with my crock pot as of late. It’s so convenient and with school, Beanie, E, and work, it’s nice to come home and have a chunk of dinner taken care of.

Yesterday was one of those days. Time management was my failure and thank goodness I had something else preparing my meal otherwise I’m pretty positive my family would have starved. I went to the gym with C for her first outing, post baby, and we got a 3.11 mile training run in. While we were doing that, my crock pot boyfriend was home, ensuring my meal was cooking.

Crock Pot Balsamic Chicken was the meal of choice. This is the first recipe I’ve used from Just a Pinch that I’ve used but it definitely seemed simple enough.

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Not shown: 2 lb of boneless, skinless breasts

2 lbs of boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1/2 C of balsamic vinegar

2T minced onion

1T garlic powder

1T Italian seasoning

1/2T salt

1/2T black pepper

2T Extra Olive Oil

2T minced garlic

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Put the oil and garlic in the bottom of the crock pot and then layer the chicken on top of it. Put the dry seasonings onto the chicken and then dump the balsamic vinegar on top of that.

The cooking time was weird for me. I don’t like dry meat (who does, right?) so when I read “3 hours”, I thought “no way in hell am I cooking this mess for 3 hours”. I stopped it at a little over 2 and sure enough, the chicken was a little dry for me.

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Overall Family Opinion: “this is really good!”. I served it with egg noodles. The sauce didn’t thicken the way I thoought it might so it wasn’t so much a sauce as it was juice but it still had really great flavor.

January can suck it

Eleanor Roosevelt said:

“A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”

Ain’t this the truth!

January and 2014 is off to a bang up start. Pneumonia, Beanie not wanting to sleep, the dog is just a mess in general, work is picking up, E is working a lot. We’re all dealing with madness in the Coastie house but at least we’re all on the mend.

I’m halfway through my English class and about to start a Political Science class on 3 Feb. I decided 2014 was the year to finish my degree. I won’t be complete with my Bachelors but I’ll have finished my Associates Credits by Oct. This means I start a new class every month and am taking two classes per month. How much fun does that sound like?? Yea, I’m not raising my hand either.

Pneumonia had kept me down for about 3 weeks but I think I’ve finally kicked it. I wasn’t able to run for those 3 weeks and when I tried, I thought I was going to die so I (for once) followed the doc’s orders. I’m back on the dreadmill again and have a new Half Marathon in sight. Since, obviously, I didn’t have enough going on 😉

Race The Runways 2014

Race The Runways 2014

I was lured under the pretense of it being a flat course so I’m willing to give it a whirl.

Honestly, for a while, after reading many blog posts about people running races, I started to feel down on myself about my performance on the Baltimore course. I finished in exactly my goal time (3 hours) but I was feeling down about it. I walked a lot, I took the water breaks, my stomach wasn’t feeling it, etc. But then I read an article about how Baltimore is one of the tougher courses out of a lot of races all over the country. And I actually met my goal. So I broke up with MapMyRun and I refocused. I downloaded Nike+ and got on board with their (FREE!) coaching plans and now I’m well into Week 3 of training and, while I’ve had to do all of my runs on the treadmill, I’m feeling pretty good about it. I run to finish, not to win. I’m not running to win the world and all that jazz. Truthfully, I run for the medals because they’re pretty 🙂

I read a post about a girl who admitted to cutting mileage off her race during one of those Hot Chocolate 15Ks. I applaud her for putting herself out there and putting herself on blast but my main question, why bother? If you aren’t going to run for you and you aren’t going to finish strong, why bother starting at all? Running isn’t a sport that has hand outs. It’s all you. You don’t have someone to pick up your slack. You can’t expect someone to be all “YAY! YOU DID IT” because you didn’t. I get that some people legit can’t finish a race, for whatever reason. But if you aren’t going into the race with the intentions of doing your best and finishing strong, don’t waste your money. It doesn’t affect me, obviously, just merely an observation. I had to giggle because the whole tone of the post was defensive and attacking. Your readers aren’t the ones that did anything wrong, lady. You admitted to not finishing the race, yet you still allowed yourself to obtain a FINISHER mug and prizes.

I haven’t decided what resolutions I want to do in the upcoming months. Last year I did pretty well with sticking to them. I completed almost all of them. I failed at the Photo A Day challenges but that’s the norm. I didn’t fair well with the NaBloPoMo challenge but I’m thinking I might try that again. It’s funny. I love the write but I’m having a tough time at learning up to write correctly. My English class is teaching me this and I think I much prefer to remain uneducated, in that sense. Maybe another NaBloPoMo will help with that (doubt it).

I was recently introduced to some new craft porn:

pumpkinbanner2013_ShadowA bunch of ladies that I follow on IG have started the “Once Upon a Time” Sampler and I decided to get in on the action. You pay a one time fee and, every month, you will receive a new .PDF that contains the pattern for that month, along with a list of supplies you need. I figure why not resume yet another hobby 😉 Plus, it’ll look good in Beanie’s room. At least until she tells me she hates it all and makes me redecorate.

Here’s to finishing January strong and having a happy and healthy Febuary!

Saying Goodbye

I’ve had to say good-bye more times than I may have like, but everyone can say that. And no matter how many times we have to do it – even if it’s for the greater good, it still stings. And although we will never forget what we’ve given up, we owe it to ourselves to keep moving forward. What we can’t do is live our lives afraid of the next good-bye because chances are they are not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a good-bye can be a good thing – when it’s a chance to start again

This seemed to be the theme of my Thanksgiving.

My parents and IL’s ascended upon our home in Maine, after a horrid drive up from Maryland. I think it took them about 15 hours because the East Coast had a storm from VA to ME. Gross. It was a good time though. Beanie loved having her grandparents around and, of course, they spoiled her rotten. I’m already working on undoing all of the spoiling. Least favorite parental task ever.

Thanksgiving was a good day. The women-folk cooked while the men folk entertained Beanie. I don’t have any pics of the feast because, lets face it, we all eat the same crap. We know what it looks like and, unless you’re in a food competition, it’s not really fun to look at food.

The highlight of the day, though:

A Big Win!

A Big Win!

And despite Mike Tomlin and his devilish ways, we still came out on top. I really wish our defense would figure their nonsense out. I mean, we’re one of the top rated red zone defenses yet we consistenly flub at the end. But this was a good turning point for us. We’re in contention for a Wild Card spot and here’s hoping we can keep Purple Friday going through December and into the new year!

MIL and I walked the Turkey Trot on Black Friday. It wasn’t terrible for her first 5K. I took the stroller with Beanie. Beanie wasn’t impressed but to her defense, it was wicked cold out. 57 mins to walk it. I’m proud of MIL for this accomplishment. We definitely attempted to burn off some of the cals we took in on Thanksgiving LOL

My parents and I took Beanie to see Santa being brought in via CG boat. Our Station brings Santa into Rockland Harbor to visit, every year, and this year was no different. It attracts a pretty decent crowd and the community loves us for it.

(I have movies of both but go figure, my computer is being stupid.)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another thing I had to say good bye too: My MFP streak.

434 days of tracking my food/caloric intake and exercise and I forgot to log in yesterday.

I FORGOT!

For 434 days, it was a way of life. I logged almost everything. But yesterday. Yesterday didn’t happen. To be completely honest, I was bummed this morning. But I’m looking at this as a new start. I’ve been slacking since I busted my ankle up before Halloween. I haven’t been working out, I’ve been slacking on the food logging, and my weight has be bouncing back and forth with the same 2 lbs. 2 lbs isn’t terrible but it’s the 2 lbs that is on the cusp of two weight classes. That’s what’s got me irritated. So I figure, fresh start, time to bring it and get these next 10 lbs off. Weigh ins for work are coming up mid/end of next month and I told myself, I won’t have to be taped this time. I want to get on the scale, show my peeps that I made the standard via weight, and move on with my life.

I also got an app that will have me working on speed work. It’ll have to be on the treadmill because we’re in our winter season. I love running outdoors but the thought of potentially running over ice has me less than thrilled. On super dry, sunny days, I’ll get a run in outdoors but for this new app (Running for Weight Loss PRO: Trainer. On special today for $3.99 which I think is a great deal considering most are $5.99 and up) I’ll be on the dreadmill.

I’m ready to face 2014 head on and move on.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 19th

Day 19: How much of the day are you plugged in? Do you consciously set aside offline time, or does it happen whenever it happens?

wwwwhhhhhooooooaaaaaaaa boy – Too. Freakin. Much.

I mean, I use a computer for my job, it requires it, but spending time “connected” during my off hours? Yea, I spend entirely too much time “connected”.

Don’t get me wrong. Social media doesn’t run my life. Sure, I love me some Instagram and I’m a member of a couple of FB groups but if someone robs my house, I’m not getting on FB before I call the police. (you laugh, I know some people who do that! FB has had to make the decision of whether they go to the ER or not. I’m being dead freakin serious). I use Facebook and Instagram as my entertainment, not my moral compass.

One of my resolutions of 2013, during Lent as a matter of fact, was to disconnect completely. I didn’t deactivate my account or anything but I took the app off my phone and, since, up until this month, I was rarely on the computer, it made it easy. Funny enough, I didn’t miss it. I didn’t miss the drama and the bullshit. The crazy people with their platforms that they use FB as their soapbox to preach. It was sort of refreshing. I have a feeling I’ll be doing that again during Lent of 2014. I’m not religious but I figure, everyone else gives something up so I can to.

It was nice to concentrate on my family and my school work and to read real books. I ended up blowing through about 14 books on my Nook during Lent. It also helped keep the itinerary down when we left to Baltimore. Because I didn’t post on FB that we’d be there, I didn’t end up with 368369346 invitations and we didn’t spend our entire vacation wishing we were home in Maine. It was the first time we didn’t need a vacation to recover from our vacation. That was nice.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 18th

Day 18: Tell us about a blog post that you didn’t publish.

There are several but two, in particular, come to mind. One is about politics and one is about parenting. The two single most irritating topics for anyone to endure. These are two topics that people will literally (figuratively) kill themselves over trying to prove you wrong. You can’t simply “have an opinion”. There has to be a black or white side.

Not for me.

Because, frankly, I don’t give a damn about anyone’s opinions.

I’ll do with the political one though. I usually don’t get political so this might be long. It might make Marney drop dead while cursing but hopefully she’ll still love me in the AM.

Back before this Obamacare bullshit started, I was already pissed. I voted for Bush in 2004, which I freely admit. I have a feeling it cost me a few friends but I just couldn’t bring myself to vote for a man who got himself a purple heart due to a self-inflicted war wound. No, admittedly I have not found any real evidence that supports this theory but he wasn’t exactly forthcoming when the accusations were made. Sorry but if someone were accusing me of something this heinous, I’d copy and print every single piece of documentation I had to prove you wrong. He didn’t do that.

Obviously Bush won. And then went on to make sure Katrina happened. And the Mississippi flooded. And the debt continued to rise. And every other issue that people STILL blame him for, to this day, in 2013.

Next up – McCain vs Obama. I voted for McCain in 2008. My reason: neither of these men had what it took to run this country. We were fighting an uphill war with seemingly no end in sight. But I didn’t feel that Obama could run this country without having served it.

I think I was right. More and more every, single day.

I don’t get wrapped up in this “where is he from” nonsense. Do I think he should have been more forthcoming with his birth certificate and all that? Absolutely. Why not shut everyone down from the start? Don’t you know, in the good ol’ United States of ‘Merica, you are guilty until proven innocent. Duh. That’s why there are investigators who investigate, detectives who detect, and people who pick and dismiss juries basked on the amount of info you already know. People are gonna find this shit out.

Anywho — so Obama has never served in any Armed Force. That bothers me.

The military is comprised of the different branches, this we already know, but to really REALLY understand what happens behind closed doors, you have to serve. You have to experience first hand, in my opinion, to really hold any weight and merit to attempt to run it.

I get it. The POTUS is merely the lightning rod. He will take the fall for the decisions that 150+/- congressmen make. He will receive the praise and the blame. Well to that, I say:

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I mean, really?

If I could speak before congress and the POTUS, I would ask one simple question: Would you want your sons or daughters working for people like you?

They have it so incredibly easy. They sit in their comfy, high-backed chairs and play poker and candy crush all day while we’re struggling. I know it was my choice to be in the military. I chose this life for myself. My husband, bless his heart, is ok with us moving. We understand the issues that can arise. But we weren’t, at all, prepared for the $1600 a month pay cut that we’d take (just from my salary, alone), because we were told to move from Maryland to Maine. Or that we were being sent to a place where it would take almost a year for my husband to find any type of job. We get it. That’s what we signed up for. Now, for the record, I do live in military housing so yes, I have a pretty good set up. I have a roof over my head and the heads of my family, my electricity, heat, and water are provided by the military. What isn’t covered is any means of communication (phone inside the house which I could see both sides of them paying or not paying), and any amenities. I can’t complain about that.

What I didn’t sign up for, however, was to have my pay to be used as a bartering chip.

This is our livelihoods, gentlemen and women. This is how we pay our bills. This is what keeps me from having my car repossessed and what keeps my credit in tact, which is what I need to continue working because I have to be eligible for a security clearance. This is what I use to put food on my table, gas in my car, and diapers and clothes on my child’s back. They have never had to worry one day of their lives about potentially not having enough money to stop and grab milk on the way home, or wondering if we can possibly make the last bit in the bank acct stretch because there are 19 days between pay checks. They don’t have to worry about advancing to a certain rank by a certain date to ensure they get some type of decent retirement.

People say I have no right to complain because I have free healthcare. It’s true. I do. But what people fail to see is that the health insurance that they so publicly cover is nothing more than a glorified HMO. I have to beg and plead with my PCM (PCP to you civilian folks) to go to an ortho to get my knee looked at. And if that PCM doesn’t see the need, I don’t get to go. I can go but I’d be paying out-of-pocket. And really, who can afford that? Sure they paid every last cent of my hospital bill to have my daughter. But I was sent to the lowest bidding OB/GYN and the care reflected it. Only one, ONE, out of NINE of those OB/GYNS didn’t make a comment about it must be nice to get my stuff for free.

Why does my pay, the money I work hard to earn, the money I get paid for being on call 24/7, have to get called into question? No, I don’t think I should have to pay federal taxes because federal taxes pays my salary. SALARY, I don’t get overtime. The days where I miss my daughter’s bedtime, I don’t see my husband for 2-3 days at time, or the missed time with my visiting family, I don’t get compensation. It’s called “doing my job”. I don’t get to just work remotely because it’s more convenient. I can’t rush my workday so I can make it on vacation. I can’t send my family to the Bahamas with the promise of signing a bill over the phone or via email.

My hard-earned paycheck is being brought into question because some grown men can’t relinquish their stubbornness to see the greater good of the country. Everyone said Hilary wouldn’t be a great POTUS because she’s too emotional. I’m willing to bet that bitch can balance a checkbook. Just Sayin’. I was told I’m lucky because we received word that the MIlitary Pay Act was signed. Until when? When is the next time we have to worry about checking our bank accounts and not seeing a deposit on the 15th or last day of the month?

I invite Congress and the POTUS to walk in our shoes. Some of Congress has. But I invite them to do it again. Let go of your fancy sports cars and your 6+ figure pay checks. Forget that you’ll continue to earn that much money when you’re retired. How well will you work when you don’t know if you’re going to make it home that night because you might be on a SAR case or you have duty or, God forbid, you’re deployed to an undisclosed area of the middle east?

We all signed an oath, to protect this country from all enemies, both foreign and domestic. However, sometimes I have to wonder, how “domestic” are the domestic enemies? We signed up for this life. We signed up for the trials and tribulations. We signed up to defend and honor the Constitution. But I find myself wondering, is there going to be anything left to fight for and defend when you all are finished fighting?

I find it amusing, I was watching an episode of “10 Things You Didn’t Know” on Discovery and it was about the White House. I, personally, learned the First Family is charged for their meals and anything that they need, personal wise. I find that fascinating. I find it even more fascinating that some of our former First Ladies were “appalled”. Why? Why should you get a free ride? Some of your husbands weren’t all that great. Why should we foot the bill for you to live completely free?

Now we’re onto Obamacare.

This was a brilliant idea, he said. This will change America, he said. This will be what America needs, he said.

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I don’t think he knows what he wants. But he refuses to admit he might have been wrong.

Instead, Obamacare is causing insurance companies to drive up the cost of premiums, kick people off plans that they were completely ok with being on, employers are having to drop people back to PT work so they won’t have to pay for their insurance because it’s too dang high.

Yet, I’m still sitting here, asking myself: Would Congress and the POTUS be ok with their children living in this kind of world, trying to make it on their own?

NaBloPoMo – Nov 9th

See? No prompt and I forgot a day so I’m making up for it today with two posts. Bear with me.

There was an article going around about how marriage isn’t for this guy. Ok fine. Except I think this guy is way out of left field.

When I got married the first time, I could have totally written this post. My ex husband asked me to marry him and make him the happiest man in the world. I obliged. But I shouldn’t have. That’s not to say I didn’t love him but I wasn’t completely convinced that that was the road we needed to take. However, we already had the house, the car, and had pissed the grandmothers off because we were living together before marriage so we figured, that was the next “logical” step.

Marriage isn’t logical. It often times doesn’t make sense. Two people get together, fall in love, and get married.

But it’s not that simple.

I still say “everything was perfect until we decided to live happily, ever after”.

That was true. Before he put a ring in it, things were great. We were committed, happy, loving. He put a ring on it and everything changed. I felt like I owed him something. I felt like I was obligated to play a part in a movie that I didn’t sign on to do. I didn’t like that feeling. Then, when everything imploded around us, I felt obligated to stick by him and make things work. I felt obligated to fight for a marriage I knew was dead.

I hate feeling obligated.

I want to do something that *I* want to do it. I want to WANT something, someone. I didn’t want to feel like I HAVE to do something.

It’s true, marriage is a full time job. But, with the right person, it’s effortless. Yes, it takes work. You have to work on your marriage and make it work. There are days you’re going to feel like you made a horrible mistake. There are days you’re going to look at this person and think “I’m the luckiest person on the planet”. There are days you’re going to wonder where you could possibly hide a body and hope your BFF will help you dig. It takes work.

When I first met E, things were relaxed. We laughed a lot. We spent hours texting and talking and being real with one another. He realized, with me, what he saw was what he got. We had our arguments, we had our disagreements. We worked through them and, fortunately, we came out on top. He doesn’t love me for my quirks, he loves me IN SPITE of them. He puts up with my crazed obsessions and we find ways to balance one another.

I often get criticized because I say I’m a wife, first, and a mom second. Now, don’t get me wrong. Don’t, for one second, think I wouldn’t stop a speeding train and cut the juggler and heart out of anyone who wrongs my little girl. She means the world to me and I would do anything for her. But. God willing and the creek don’t rise (WTH does that mean?!), she will grow up, become even more independent, and create an adult life for herself that doesn’t include living in my basement. I’m raising her to stand on her own two feet.

What happens when she grows up and leaves, if I dedicate all my time to grooming her for this day? I’m left staring at a man that I don’t really know, except as “Dad”. That’s when couples of 20 years get divorced. You have to know who you married. You have to know that you can be a couple again, once the kids leave the nest. You have to be sure that, at the end of the day, you see yourself, in a rocking chair on the front porch, with this person and you’re going to be happy.

And if you don’t want to have kids? I applaud you. I know couples who get married and their plan is to just live their lives together with no kids. And that’s a great plan. They should never be made to feel guilty or to feel as though they’re doing it wrong. Being married does NOT mean you have to have kids. You should never get married simply because your partner wants children. For some, that is a deal breaker and that’s ok. That means those people are smart for not throwing away their beliefs and wants out of life.

Marriage is equal parts giving and receiving. There are times E walks in front of me, makes the decisions and wears the pants. But there are times I walk in front of him and I wear the pants. However, at the end of the day, we make the big decisions together.

People often ask us if we got married because I was pregnant. The answer: absofrigginlutely NOT. We planned to get married because we loved how the other made us a better person. Do we compromise? Of course. Do I give up what I believe in simply to make him happy? Not a chance in hell.

In short: Marriage is not for others. It’s for you. People ask others to marry them because they love how that person makes them a better person and how they make them feel. You should never get married because you feel obligated to.

The only “Happily Ever After” you’re guaranteed, is the one you create.

Oct has it’s ups and downs

October has been a month of ups and downs for us. Getting to visit Maryland was awesome. It was great to see our friends and (some of our) family.

Some other photo dumps of Oct:

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This poor dog. Lenny takes a beating, that’s for sure! It’s tough when your master is a 2 yr old girl who adores headbands and tutus.

We got to see an amazing Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon over the Penobscot Bay

Harvest Moon over the Penobscot Bay

E and I rarely have a say in what this little girl wears, these days. She picks what she wants and she’s quickly learning that jackets are required

Clearly dressed herself

Clearly dressed herself

Unfortunately croup hit our house 😦

croupA fever of 101.2 and she sounded like a seal that smoked 2 packs a day. Poor beebah was miserable

can't hold this girl down

can’t hold this girl down

Fortunately, she rebounded quickly and is back to her sassy self

And we’ve capped off the month with a trip to the “big” playground

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Oct has been a good month for the Coastie house ♥

Accidental Runner

Apparently I’m not a blogger. But the weather has broken and now it’s turning tundra-ish up here. 27* when I left this morning. That’s some bullcrap.

So we left off in June. A LOT has happened since then.

For starters, I think I’ve become a runner, by accident.

I started this journey back in Feb of this year, as a resolution. I wanted to do something for myself that didn’t cost money and that would benefit me in the long run (no pun intended). So I started with the Couch-to-5K program. I loved it. Ran my first 5K in May (Mother’s Day). After deciding I was going to run the Baltimore Half Marathon, I decided I wanted to go for the Lobster Fest 10K.

In an effort to train for the Firecracker 5K (as a training run), I got distracted. By a food truck. Rolled my ankle. That was fun.

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Yea…

Spent a couple of days like this:

I think the flip flop really compliments the combat boot, dontcha think?

I think the flip flop really compliments the combat boot, dontcha think?

But I managed to shake it off and run the Lobster Fest 10K. I sucked.

2013 Lobster Fest 10K

2013 Lobster Fest 10K

Ok so I didn’t totally suck but it was horrible. The heat and humidity was terribly, I tweaked my knee around Mile 3, I could only run for maybe a minute at a time from Miles 3 to 6. I booked it once I hit Mile 6 but by that time, I was already way in the back of the pack. I managed to finish with 6 people behind me. I set 4 goals for myself:

1) Finish – CHECK

2) Don’t finish last – CHECK

3) Finish in under 1:30 – CHECK (finished 1:19:47)

4) Don’t pee on yourself – CHECK

Overall, I felt pretty optimistic. Although the sobbing and complaining of not being able to bend my knee kind of put a damper on the mood for the rest of the day. E wasn’t too terribly pleased that I continued to run but eh, oh well.

Finally, all of the training came down to this:

The 2013 Baltimore Running Festival

The 2013 Baltimore Running Festival

I was registered and ready to go.

We left for Baltimore after E got off work. 12.5 hrs later, we finally arrived. We ended up in crazy traffic in NYC so we got off 95. In the Bronx. At midnight. Right. 3 white people and a Rottweiler. Our brightest idea yet.

I got up around 5:30 to get showered and tame my mane so we could leave by 7. We get in the car, get down there, and park in the first place we find. We see the Marathon kick off and start walking down to the starting pens. There were 5 pens for the Half. Since I had registered to finish in 3 hours, I was in Wave 5, at the back of the pack.

It took us 17 mins to actually cross the start line. 10,000+ people being corraled through one street in Baltimore, to cross the start line. It was a mad house.

Starting Line!

Starting Line!

Miles 1-5 went fantastically. I was able to keep my pace and run. Of course I get stuck next to the grown man who wants to sing Celine Dion. Sorry pal but the power of her love wasn’t what was keeping me going.

Mile 6 it got tricky. We joined courses with the full marathon runners, as well as Leg 4 of the Relay.

Mile 7-10 I ended up walking a lot. My stomach was upset, my knee was throbbing, and I was just out of it.

Mile 11-12 I took off, running for my life

I hit Mile 13 and I was on Cloud 9.

Finally finished!

Finally finished!

I met both of my goals:

1) Finish

2) Finish in under 3 hours. My official time: 3:00:24.

I finally found my family after the race

I finally found my family after the race

Right. SHE needed the nap...

Right. SHE needed the nap…

2013 Baltimore Running Festival - Half Marathon FINISHER!

2013 Baltimore Running Festival – Half Marathon FINISHER!

All in all, I’m SO glad I did it and I can’t wait for the next one!

To date: I’ve run 346 miles and I’ve lost 25 lbs 🙂

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That’s right. The time has come again for Forced Family Fun!

Ok, that’s about as much excitement as I can muster up, given the fact that we’re all forced to join together, go to this dinner in our Bravos, most of which don’t fit so we look like we’re all making a bunch of left hand turns because not one person in that building can lift their arm above their elbow. Not to mention it takes 4 people to get a pat of butter around the table because of said restrictive jackets.

Me

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I don’t mind my jacket so much. I worked hard for my awards.

Ok, I worked for my awards.

Whatever, I was still present and did was required to participate in receiving these awards. They are mine.

Most families were spared and didn’t have to attend this shindig. Mine didn’t get so lucky.

Dinner

All the spouses get recognized when we have this dinner. Being a military spouse is hard. Dealing with the long hours, waiting for us to get home from God knows where, dealing with our smell (there are days where we stink to high heaven). It’s tough. Hell, even finding out that you can’t get time off to attend a family funeral is tough, as we’ve just endured. It’s one of the toughest jobs out there but we’re lucky enough to have spouses that stand behind us and that’s awesome.

So the spouses get called up to be recognized and sure enough, E is the only male spouse. Out of FOUR units and over 100 people, I’m the only girl that is hitched. When people figured out what was going on, E got a standing ovation. He stood up there, proudly, while holding Beanie, as I gave him his rose (manly, isn’t it!).

When all was said and done, speeches were made, dinner was eaten, and drinks were drank.

Although this wouldn’t be complete without some embarassment. As the MC was recognizing the retirees and asked if there were any Navy retirees, Beanie drops her cup and yells “UT OH” to which prompted people to turn and look. Awesome.

But it wasn’t a terrible night.

Well, it wasn’t until someone got pissed that the party was over and bedtime was necessary.

Pissed

There’s always next year to party some more.

March in the Rear View

Holy Crapola — Where did March go??

We went to MD to celebrate one of the nephew’s birthday but mainly we went to see E’s grandmother, who isn’t doing fantastically.

Beanie

How much older can she look? Where did my baby go?!

The trip was nice but it’s nice to be back “home” in ME. It was exhausting. Beanie’s first plane ride – she did amazing! We were lucky enough to get an open flight on Southwest Airlines and when we got to the desk, the attendants told us there were open seats so we could take her car seat on the plane with us and put her in it. PTL! We ran into some “groaners”. You know those people, the ones that groan as soon as they realize there is a kid on their flight. Funny enough, she slept before we even took off! We were even praised as people got off the plane, telling us that they were grateful for a peaceful flight with a toddler. The flight home was awesome, as well. A few blips (2 hour delay, no nap, her getting sick while we were flying) but all in all, it was a great trip.

 

She also found a new hobby. We were cooking dinner one night and I turned around, in a panic and realized she wasn’t around us. I yelled for her and I heard nothing. After a brief moment of “HOLY SHIT, I LOST THE SMALL CHLD IN THE HOUSE”, we heard a little snicker.

And then this:

I got a new HRM and began outdoor running again. Things have actually been going really well in the WLJ department. 3.5 miles this past wednesday and I’m getting ready to sign up for my first ever (YIKES!) 5K. I’m excited but nervous. I did 3.5 miles in 42 mins and walked less than a 1/4 of a mile so I’m hoping to pick up my speed and cut out the walk. I guess the treadmill has helped! I’m also down an entire pants size and 6 lbs. I’m still a ways away from my goal but I’m meeting my mini-goals and that makes me happy 🙂

E and I celebrated our 2 yr anniversary.

AnniversaryTwo years ago, we went to the church with 20 of our peeps (all family) and me being 14w knocked up and we said “I DO”. It was awesome for us. It’s been a crazy two years but there is no one else I’d rather be by my side on this crazy journey of a life!

My iPhone kicked my ass.

Text

Smart Phone. Dumb User.

At least I made J smile.

Spring

We welcomed the arrival of Spring. With a foot of snow. WHOMP WHOMP.

Bounce houseAnd we still had to play indoors. But seriously, how awesome are we? What other parents do you know that own a bounce house for their child, let alone put it in the basement for them to play in because it’s just too freakin cold outside?!

We rock!

The verdict came down: Beanie needed tubes for her ears. 5 EIs in 9 months were enough to convince the Ped and the ENT.

Loving the hospital jammies

Loving the hospital jammies

We have a trooper, y’all. She was a true champ during this procedure. She didn’t cry, she didn’t whine, she was truly awesomesauce!! She allowed the nurses to come in and wrap her up in the blanket and they walked away with her. E and I took it a lot better than we expected, as well. MIL came into town and PTL, she was awesome with us during this time. She helped with Beanie and just allowed us to chill, which we needed desperately.

It also helped that Beanie was acting like nothing ever happened. As seen here in Daddy's sweatshirt

It also helped that Beanie was acting like nothing ever happened. As seen here in Daddy’s sweatshirt

 

MathMath is still kicking my ass but I’m maintaining a C average. I’m hoping to rock some tests to bring it to a solid B so I can definitely pass the class. It’s tough though. 13 yrs out of HS and trying to do this type of nonsense – it’s bullcrap.

All in all, things have been going well. I’ve had a bit of blogwriter’s block. Nothing major going on, things being incredibly busy, and us being utterly exhausted. I’ve managed to maintain my work outs, which is nice. Hopefully I can pick this back up. It’s not that I write to impress anyone, it’s more of an outlet and a catch up for family and friends who might have the address and want to see what’s up with us, now that we’ve moved.

My mom and sibling come to visit next weekend so I’m super excited!!

rachelkern152

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