Perusing the local Flea Market a couple of weekends ago, I came across an unusual wine decanter. Excited by my find, I exclaimed boisterously to the salesclerk at check out, “I can’t wait to get this home and try it out!” He gave me a peculiar sort of look, his lips curled up in a sneer. … More Let It Breathe…
I just entered the sixth week of my personal #500milesin2017 challenge. While I have always loved to run, I have definitely learned a lot more about myself upping my miles to meet the 9.6 miles a week goal: Your mind is your own worst enemy. I loathe the first mile and a half of any run. I don’t … More Week Six – What I Have Learned Along the Way
Perhaps a bit sadistic in my thought process, but I am somewhat glad that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning. Okay, so he only has a 39% positive prediction rate, and the odds are more in favor of spring than of another six weeks of winter. BUT, I feel like we are getting royally screwed out of … More Punxsutawney, Do You Phil Me?
Finished out my fourth week's #500milesin2017 challenge 0.4 miles over my goal. If the weather cooperates, I plan on less runs, but more miles next week so I can put a bit more emphasis on my strength training. #running #weightlifting #coldweatherrunning #healthy #stressintostrength #getsome A post shared by Cari Hoover (@sixbemuse) on Jan 29, 2017 … More Still Going Strong
I was recently prompted with a question: What does it mean to be a good parent? In my opinion, and simply put, scraping peanut butter off of toast. Every morning before work, I brew my coffee, get out my vitamins, and prepare my breakfast. I then wake up my youngest daughter and start getting her ready … More Scraping Peanut Butter Off of Toast
We haven’t encountered a ‘Jameson-ism’ in quite some time. For those who aren’t familiar with the term, my 10-year old son has a way with committing the most hilarious word faux pas. It’s been a while, but the boy produced a doozy tonight! I served fish tacos for dinner this evening: spinach tortillas stuffed with blackened tilapia, cilantro … More I Don’t Like The Sloth
Let’s play a game… I will give you several clues, and you tell me who slipped the girl the date rape drug. Sounds fun, huh? **Clue #1 – The girl went out to grab some beers, with her male cousin and his girlfriend.** **Clue #2 – The three went to a very respectable bar, known … More A Game of Roofies
While Jesse usually stays put in Jameson’s room overnight, for whatever reason, he decided he needed to come hang out with Marty and I. In our bedroom, under our bed. Practicing his kick-boxing skills. From about 12:30 a.m. on, every few minutes I would hear and feel a little ‘thump’. My husband could sleep through … More Jesse the Cat – Part 2
I was pumped all day for my long run tonight. 20+ miles done in 6 runs in 10 days. I was ready to #getsome! Only I wasn’t. All weekend long we were trapped inside the house awaiting the “Biggest Ice Storm in 10 Years”. It never happened. Yes, we got some great family snuggle time. … More Just… Bleh.
I am not a cat person. They are moody, shed, and shit in a box. But when the contractor installing our patio last summer pulled a tiny, scrawny fur ball out from in between the pool and retaining wall, I fell in like. Just a little. It was in sad shape; it was so dehydrated that its … More Jesse the Cat – Part 1