Runnin

So I recently decided that it would be a good idea to wake up at 4:30am (I usually wake up at 5:30am) and go for a lovely little jog. Maybe it would be a good idea to work out in the morning so I could have the rest of the day to do whatever I wanted to. 4:30am came around and I cursed my alarm clocks name (his name is B as in Boy (you're welcome, Mom))as I stumbled out of bed. My eyes were pretty much closed as I put on my clothes and brushed my teeth (no one should run with morning breath... it's just rude). I stepped outside with my little ipod and my phone and walked down the street to the corner where I usually start to run. I made it about halfway to the corner when a flying beast comes out of nowhere and flys within 2 inches from my face. I hit the deck which is to be expected when one sees a flying beast. Turns out my little friend was a wretched bat. I was on the ground because this flying rat came for me.

Seriously!?! I thought bats were supposed to be out at night... It was morning time. Granted it was early, but that little flying rat invaded the personal space I never knew I had. What is a bat doing flying around at 5'7" anyway?!? Shouldn't he be doing all of his bat things at tree level?

So I got up and dusted myself off and moved on and had a pretty good run (even though I am so out of shape I can barely breathe, but that's neither here nor there). I made it about two miles and realized there was a creeper in a station wagon going uber slow and passing me by on several streets.


I start getting scared. It is super dark at 5am and I can't say that I had the best judgment after my previous encounter. I was thinking to myself about which house looked the best to run and knock just in case I found myself in a situation. Ol' boy in the wagon was lurking around with some stuff in the back. I wasn't sure if he robbed someone or if he lived in there. I just didn't know. I made it to my street (by the skin of my teeth or so I thought). I got dressed and got in my car at 6:30am just like I usually do and saw the exact same station wagon on the next street as I made my way to the highway. Then I realized... He was delivering the Dallas Morning News AND I had seen him several times before on my way to work.
But really? A Station Wagon? I can hardly be blamed for thinking this way... This car is older than I am and I was armed with only a cell phone and sarcasm. There wouldn't have been much I could do if a situation actually occurred. Being the worrier I am I actually thought about creepers and lurkers before I left, but I decided they were already in their bed because they would never wake up this early, but I didn't think about them staying out that late... Just something to think about before I get the bright idea again. I would love to say I will never do it again, but I know I will convince myself it is a good idea sometime in the future.

Meet Tera

Oh my goodness... So It has been a minute and I feel like it is all brand new.

So I did something new on Monday... I turned one year older. I cried 5 times too. Turns out, birthdays are not the happiest day of the year. When you get old birthdays are for the birds. I did enjoy myself several times over the weekend however. My people and I went to watch a little MNF. I didn't really care for the game, but watching football is always a good idea.



Ol boy SD and I were ready to do some robbing, but we couldn't find a train.


Ms HBO and I had a little prom pic relapse


Lil B tried to eat the cake with his face




and apparently I go a little wild with the camera...

The best part of the evening had to be the part where I dropped my keys in my car and then the wind shut my car door... Leaving me stranded in the Razzoos parking lot several miles north of my house. I would just like to thank sweet friend who drove me all the way back to my house, walked in the mud with me and drove me all the way back to my car... You are the sweetest and the bestest.

Luckily, ol birthday turned out to be a win for me. I am hoping this year is pretty friggin sweet. It is starting out to be pretty great.

I hope for something really funny to happen. People just don't hope for that, but when it happens you know they are thankful.

Hot Yoga in Texas

My hot yoga experience in Chicago was pretty fantastic. I felt like I did pretty well and I have never been more sweaty...until yesterday. I guess the title gives it a way a bit, but I had my first hot yoga class at the Bikram yoga studio.

It was a great workout and the instructor was pretty fantastic. There is really no way to prepare anyone for the amount of sweat that comes out of your body however. I wanted to take an after picture when I was finished, but decided against it when I realized all you have to do is visualize someone jumping in a pool with their clothes on. It may sound gross...well that's because it is.

See if you can use your imagination and follow along. It is July 5th 2011 at 4:00pm in Dallas TX. Tera goes to yoga and sweats and sweats and sweats for an hour and a half. When yoga is over she collects her things and goes outside and it feels good... It was over 100 degrees yesterday!!! Seriously?!? It should never feel good outside unless you are sitting next to a body of water. The only body of water I was next to was the puddle I was creating.

I will absolutely be going back because I have 19 more sessions and I actually enjoyed the whole thing. I love a good challenge and I feel super challenged with this one.

B and T vs. The new Texas Giant

Six Flags over Texas just reopened the Texas Giant. I could have counted the number of times I rode the old Texas Giant on one hand. It was horrible. After riding the Giant you felt like you were beaten like a red headed step child and since I am one the cliche is kind of lost on me. There were way too many awesome rides to even waste time standing in line for the old Giant.
Exhibit A:
This is the old Texas Giant in all of it's wooden glory. Apparently there was some kind of a wooden roller coaster phase where it was pretty friggin sweet to build roller coasters entirely of wood.

Exhibit B:
The new coaster has steel tracks on the side that make it glide along the track rather than beat the person riding into a bloody mangled mess. Also, It has a 79 degree drop that boasts the steepest of any wooden coaster...even though it isn't all wood anymore, but it doesn't matter because the whole thing is terrifying and will keep you coming back for more.

One of the best parts of the NTG is the ride restrictions. Maybe I thought they were so great was because of the shock of them. I wish I would have taken a picture to share with others who have yet to experience them. The wording was the best part, but it basically said something about not being allowed to ride if you have physical size limitations. You are not allowed to ride if either of your legs have been amputated above the ankle. You also cannot ride if you do not have use of both of your arms. Oh if I knew the wording it would make it all better or maybe it was the delirium due to the heat.

Texas Giant = win

Camping

We went camping. There really isn't much to say. It was hot.

We had a good time actually...much better than I expected in some ways. We went swimming in the lake after we put up our tents because...it was hot. The water was freezing so it was a good balance. I would like to say one thing though... my pasty white skin did NOT get burned. We came back from the lake and JJ was there to join us for the evening. She mentioned to me how alligator gar were in Lake Texoma. I did not think about this whilst swimming earlier and I must admit it completely changed my thoughts about swimming the next time we went down... I may have freaked out just a smidge. Would you freak out with thought of THIS coming for you!?!

While I did worry about the gar I still had a good time in the water and tried my hardest not to think about it.
We did all the camping stuff like making food on the grill and smelling bad. It was all hunky dory until we went to sleep. The tent was SO hot. I slept in the tent with 5 people. I mean I tried to sleep in the tent with five people. At one point, NAL went to sleep on top of the picnic table with a raft and came back after what he thought was the dog in the next campsite being mauled by something. (don't worry because we saw the dog the next day and he was fine) Next NAL decided to get a grocery bag filled with ice and bring it into our tent. This was not OK with me because I have never heard a bag being crinkled more in my life. After a few crinkles too many and some whispers exchanged with HBO I had to speak up. So obviously I said. "If you are going to have ice then you need to be QUIET." FYI: camping makes you mean.
The next day we woke up... I think baby bro woke up at 6-something...yikes. I casually said "You know what would be neat? If we stayed here all day and did fun things and then left and didn't sleep here again." I heard celebration and sighs of relief from everyone. We stayed the whole day and did fun things and drove home.

I love a happy ending.

Camping

I have many thoughts about many things, but when it comes to camping I can't say I have too many. I don't really understand the basis of it's appeal. You sleep outside where it is hot and you smell and you get sunburned and you either have to deal with bugs or bugspray. I guess bugspray is the lesser of two evils, but you smell. NAL has been talking camp for about a year now and I think the gang and I are going on a camping adventure. I looked for the best places not too far away (HBO and I need an escape route just in case) and decided Eisenhower State Park was as good as any of them... We shall go do a little hiking and kayaking and roasting of marshmallows and have a good ol' time.

8 people, 2 tents, 2 nights... This could turn into a horror story

I am not as worried this as I was about 15 Crosby's 1 boat. Last year 15 of my lovely family members traveled to Lake Powell for a week of family fun and turns out I had the time of my life so I guess I should be more optimistic about this little trip.

I wore my new unsailor flap dress today except I tera-rized it into a fantastic shirt.



I had to cut out all that business in the front and I ended up with a huge triangle shaped wound. Since I don't like to show all of my business to everyone I thought the best thing to do was to turn it around (post flap). I added a bit of lace I got from the fabric store to make the back a little less plunging and I put some new elastic around the bottom since the old elastic was probably added before I was born. I may not be the best seamstress (definitely not as good as my Grandma), but I think she would have been happy with it.