I did not sign up for the Vancouver Marathon, even though I really liked the idea of running the trail marathon as a training run FOR Vancouver. This doesn’t mean I’m not going to run it; I’ve just lost my opportunity to use the $15 coupon code.
I also decided against running the Vernonia Marathon on April 14th. I made that decision for a variety of reasons. Not the least of which is my fear of the course, irrational as it may be. What I have decided, however, is to run a marathon distance on my own on Saturday, April 13th. I went to Map my Run and figured out a good run from my house. Except it’s a little further than 26.2 miles. It’ll work well for me because I’ll be able to leave my house by 4:00 a.m. and I should be back before my kiddo wakes up.
If I can find one I like I’ll sign up for another marathon before the end of the year so I can run two official marathons this year. And then there is the Autumn Leaves 50 miler in October. As I sit here today on March 18, 2013 I cannot even fathom ME running 50 miles, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. It just means I have a lot of running to do between now and then to prepare.
Other stuff on my mind:
Blue Eyes has a birthday coming up.
This is my new favorite picture of us.
We are going to the beach this weekend for two nights to celebrate alone and then his official “party” (that he doesn’t know anything about) is scheduled for his actual birthday on March 30th. His daughter is taking him to his favorite pizza joint and she has invited friends and family to surprise him there. As far as he knows it’ll be his daughter, his son, me, my youngest son (and my oldest too if he’s around) and him. In reality it’ll be about 30 people total. His daughter messaged me through Facebook and asked me if I would bake a cake. I told her I would take care of the cake and bring balloons. While I did actually consider baking a cake for this man that I love, I changed my mind. I don’t have the patience to bake a cake. I’d much rather pay for one. So, I went to Pastry Girl yesterday and ordered a Dallas Cowboys themed Spice birthday cake (yes, he’s a Dallas fan, I try not to hold that against him). When I told his daughter she said I was “awesome!” I thought that was a positive.
I took care of my birthday present for Blue Eyes on Friday. I’ll blog about it in more detail later this week, or next week because it was quite a [FABULOUS] experience.
Last year for his birthday I took him to Vegas for two nights. He loves Vegas and we had a really, really great time. I thought long and hard about how to top that. Not that I needed to top it, but I didn’t want it to fall flat after last year’s success.
Sooooo Friday I took the day off and went to have some boudoir photos taken of myself for him (he was my primary reason, but really I did it for myself too). I chose Peekaboo Portland after I researched what seemed like a gazillion photographers that do boudoir in the Portland area. Peekaboo’s photos seemed more classy and tasteful, less porn like. I am pleased to report that I was not disappointed by my choice. The gift I got for him is called the “Little Black Book” which is a 2”x 3” little black book that will have 20 photos of my choosing in it. I will also be purchasing the disc of all of my photos from the two hour shoot. Somewhere between 70-80 pictures. Since he will only see 20 of them in his book I will be able to periodically email, text, or print new photos for him throughout the year. Kinda like the gift that keeps on giving. The whole experience was much bigger/exciting than I anticipated and I will have to write about it in more detail soon!
Other SHIT in my life:
My oldest son, who is 19, spent about 18 hours in jail yesterday. Saturday night he and his two roommates threw a St. Patrick’s Day Party at their apartment. Approximately 30 people attended. All but one of them was over 21. The cops showed up at 1:30 a.m., and they didn’t open the door to the police. The cops called in for a warrant, got it, and proceeded to break the door down with force. At which time they arrested 8 people and gave citations to 25 more (so I guess there were 33 people). All the boys BUT the three who live in the apartment were released from jail Sunday morning. The three apartment dwellers (including my son) had five charges against them, including coercion. Nice, huh?
When he called me from jail he wanted me to fix it. He wanted me to drive the two hours, post bail and get him out of there. He was “going crazy” in the little room. To be honest, I wanted to fix it. I couldn’t stand the thought of him in jail, even if it was all because of stupid choices he and his buddies made. I even mentally prepared myself to drive down there, put up 10% of the $2,070 fine and get him out – but as luck would have it my girlfriend who lives in Eugene had a friend who was able to go by the jail for me and he was able to find out that bail was not 10% of the $2,070, it was the whole $2,070. That kind of ended any thought I had to bail him out. Once I got comfortable with that (and yeah, it took a minute) I was thankful. Thankful that I couldn’t fix it, that I was forced NOT to fix it.
He and his two friends were released at 7:00 p.m. last night because the jails are full and none of them have a record, but they have a court date today and another on April 1st .
He makes me tired. So very, very tired.