At a Loss

I’ve been quite busy with work. And I didn’t sleep at all (literally) Tuesday night. So, not a lot has happened. I’m going to take the easy way out and post a picture I doctored a bit with Photoshop.

I think it looks sort of cool and retro, don’t you?

I actually took it on an unplanned stop in Mystic, Connecticut last year on my way to Maine.

No training yesterday due to a combination of work and no sleep, which are directly related by the way. But that’s a whole ‘nother story. I hope to get out there today.

Really Crabby Today

This week has sucked the big one. Mostly because of work stuff. I won’t bore you with the details. I’ll just keep it short and say I’ve been quite irritated, or crabby as some might say.

On a positive note… my Dad sent me a dozen steamed blue crabs on Monday night (he works part-time for a crab house, i.e., place that sells crabs and other seafood). I was out with the girls (Shannon and Amy) and couldn’t do anything with them that evening. So I picked them last night.

They were BIG. How big? See for yourself…

Crabs like these would sell for close to $100 per dozen in a restaurant.

I didn’t finish until around 10:00 PM, so I haven’t talked to Dad yet to tell him just how lovely these crustaceans were. And how full. I got 6 packed cups of blue crab meat for my efforts. That’s like 2 pounds. And crab meat of this quality, especially from blue crabs, is not only hard to come by, but also very expensive.

We’re going to be eating some really good fried crab cakes sometime real soon.

Thanks, Dad!

Happy Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day. Undoubtedly, the Moms will be thinking, “Huh, she didn’t do a Mother’s Day post.” Which is true. Sorry, Moms. But I’m a Mom, too, and took that day off.

Anyway… here are the kids Hubby and I parented together.

This is just one of the pictures taken by Jaime Gibbons of Jaime Gibbons Photography fame. The photo shoot was my Mother’s Day gift from the kids. Eric (19 1/2) is standing in the back with Shannon (30) seated on the left and Amy (28) seated on the right. (As soon as my MIL tells me what sizes she needs, I’ll order my prints.)

Here’s another…

Wanna see the rest? They’re here. She did a great job.

And here we are with our expanded nuclear family on Christmas Eve, 2008.

I could be cliched and blame Hubby’s gray hair on the kids, but most of it is probably ’cause of me. And why poke fun? I love Hubby’s gray hair.

And how could I forget my Dad?

To my Dad and Hubby, I have to say…

Happy Father’s Day!

A Lot of This is Mental

Soup To Nutz

It’s funny how much of this training stuff is mental. To me, running three miles seems daunting. But running for 30 minutes sounds easy. Right? Well, if I jog for 30 minutes straight, I’ll have likely covered at least two, maybe three miles. Depending on my pace of course.

If this training regimen was laid out in miles, I probably wouldn’t be doing this. Especially considering where I was when I started. Not that I’m ready for a marathon or anything, but I’m a good bit better off than I was when I started.

Take this morning. I actually wanted to get out there and train. I think it’s because I was curious to see if I could actually do three, five-minute jogs.

And you know what? I did. It made me feel pretty good. It may sound pathetic to some folks, but I’m working in baby steps here. In my opinion, I’m doing well.

So well, in fact, that I decided to go ahead and buy some new running apparel. The first item on the list was real running shorts. The kind with a liner, so I can ditch the drawers while running. I hate having to peel off sweaty underwear (sorry for that scary mental image).

I bought some new shoes, too. I actually bought the shoes over the Internet because I could save $35 by doing so. That’s a lot. And the place I got them was offering free shipping and free return shipping, so it was a win-win situation. Hopefully, they’ll arrive next week.

Speaking of next week… Monday, my regimen changes to jog 10/walk 5, repeating once (a total of 30 minutes), three days a week.

I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.

My Food "Issue"

I have this thing about food. I get cravings, hankerings for a particular thing, and that’s all I want to eat for a week or so. Not “all” as in eat nothing else, but “all” as in can’t get enough of.

My latest obsession? Blueberries.


Throughout most of the year, fresh blueberries are prohibitively expensive. I mean, I could buy some if I really wanted to, if I could get past paying like $6 for half a pint.

Now that summer is approaching, blueberries are coming into season. So they are much more reasonably priced.

Case in point… last night, I got an 18-ounce (about 2 pints) box of fresh California blueberries for $4. They are the fattest, juiciest, most perfect blueberries ever. Click on the image above to get a close look at my beautiful blueberries.

Since I am trying to lose weight, I try to snack on lower-calorie, healthier fare. My strategy is working, too. Just from eating less, eating better, and exercising a bit.

I’m sure the blueberries, help. Lucky for me, the sale runs through Tuesday. I’m envisioning daily trips to Safeway…

My First Love

Ever wonder what happened to your first true love? I do. And thanks to an old episode of A&E’s (cable channel) Biography show, which I just saw recently, I know.

I’m not sure why this song popped into my head today. But boy did it bring back memories. Me and my two best girlfriends at the time — Carol and Laura — LOVED Shaun Cassidy.

Now, I liked David Cassidy, too (his older brother). But I loved Shaun.

We all had pictures of him from various teen magazines plastered all over our bedrooms. Of course, we each owned all of his albums, which we listened to incessantly. And Laura, who was a bit spoiled, had Shaun Cassidy jeans, tee shirts, satin jacket, and maybe even a record player. I named my first hamster after him, too.

I forget what year and exactly how old we were (maybe 12?), but he actually came to Baltimore and did a concert. We all had to go. Carol was soooo excited and overwhelmed by his presence (even though we were like 6,000 feet from the stage) that she cried the whole time. Through the entire concert, she wept. Murmuring, “Oh my God, Shaun. I can’t believe it’s Shaun.” Throughout the concert. It was weird, but certainly memorable.

Anyway, back to where he is now… He is actually a renowned writer and producer of a bunch of very popular TV shows. Here’s the list. I found that interesting, though I can’t say I’ve seen many of the shows.

Sorry if this song is stuck in your head now.