Sundays w/ Sara: the Cold Shower edition.

OK, so for the last week the hot water has been turned off. If its on, the water heater leaks due to the fact that the bottom is slowly rusting out. So... no hot water...

Its simply amazing how much we take for granted these days. I feel like Julia Roberts in 'Eat, Pray, Love' where she learns she has to boil water if she wants a hot bath then, when Julia looks confused,  the old Italian 'Mamma' sort of shouts at her "everything that needs to be clean gets clean!" then throws up her hands and walks away. Aside from the fact that this is apparently woefully inaccurate of how Italian life really is (the Romans figured out the whole "hot water" thing 2000 years ago. They had developed central heating systems for large villas and public baths. They did not rely on kettles to bathe themselves.), its a charming moment of pure, decadent movie nonsense. And it feels a little like my life, only without the old-world architecture and stereotypical Italian mother-type to make it worth it. And the Claw-Foot tub. I love a Claw-Foot tub...

Well, we don't have a bath tub; we have a shower. So I've been boiling water and pouring it into a glass bowl and taking that into the shower with me. I don't know about you, but I can't shave my legs with cold water. The hair washing with cold shower water is fine, all be it a bit uncomfortable, but really... things could be much worse. I could be "tan mom"... ug...  

Oh, shit does suck. Remember how I dropped my phone in a bucket of water? Yeah... it actually just sort of worked itself out of my pocket and *plop* right into the bucket as I was bending over to pick it up but anyway, I let it dry out over night and it works still... sort of... the camera comes on at odd times by itself but I cant take any pictures. The audio is funky sometimes, and it randomly shut off by itself once or twice. But at least it buys me time to see about getting a new one. So really, shit doesn't suck that bad after all.

Friday morning (see, I craft these things over the course of the week as I think of stuff...) I had thought of something brilliant to add to this blog, but I have since forgotten it. Damn it. Why does that always happen? Seriously, I would have a lot more to blog about if I could remember half of my inspired moments... which I can't... so its hard to prove they ever existed at all. Zombie Risk is one though... that will be real... in time.

Our 3rd wedding anniversary was this week on Wednesday. Both of us forgot. Its sad really. We didn't do anything at all that night (well, Beau stayed up playing video games and said some TOS violation-y things that got him banned from Xbox live for 2 weeks, so that was fun). Instead, we went out Saturday evening. Mom babysat the boy, we went downtown to see The Avengers at Cinebistro. The movie was everything that had been hyped. I really really enjoyed it. The food was just as bland and flavorless as last time so we won't be eating there again. Lesson learned. Though, the popcorn did not disappoint. Before the show ewe went to Irish 31 for a drink and some Potato Pub Skins (red potatoes with swiss, sauerkraut and corned beef. OMG). The bartender had on black hot pants, a black tank top and under the black tank top a pink one so that there was a strip of pink just above her butt that said in silver glitter "I Work Out" and it was awesome. She clearly did, but I just thought the song reference was so silly, it made me smile. I should have liked a photo (and the fellas would have liked it too) but my phone did fall in a bucket of water...

The boys feet are GIGANTIC. His skinny little legs end up in these big skis... poor guy. He is tripping over everything. Gonna need to buy him some new shoes soon. I see a bit of belly poke out in some shirts too. My baby is getting so big. *sniff*

Otherwise, not much else report. The boy is good, I am OK, Daddy is still addicted to fishing.
Happy Sunday, All.

Sundays w/ Sara: The Key Largo Edition

So Beaus 30th Birthday was this past weekend. He tried to deny it for a couple of days but finally gave in after the capture of a 15-20 pound black fin tuna whilst deep sea fishing (yes, I got sick...) on Saturday about 25 miles off the coast of Key Largo. It wasn't the biggest fish ever caught, but it was Beau biggest fish and it has given him "the Fever". I may never see my husband again, what with all the sneaking off to fish and all... meh... as long as he brings Momma home something to cook, I'll be happy. He is fishing as I type. He will probably still be fishing when you read this.

Pictures and video of the actual event to come as soon as Mom sends them. *hint-hint*, other photos to be found on FB. Oh yeah, I gave in an went back to FB, if I forgot to mention that. My smug sense of superiority is shattered.

ANyhOo...

Today, THIS was brought to my attention. It is all that is epic and I may have to register.

I have never done a race, let alone an obstacle course-race with zombie hordes, but I honestly don't see how I can pass this up... get some exercise, get dirty, get turned into a zombie or not, get a medal... how can this be a bad day? You get a medal even if you don't place... which I probably won't, so really I just want a zombie medal but they won't let me buy it so I have no choice but to race. I have 6 months to train. They even have a training page with CrossFit type workouts called Z.A.P. - Zombie Awareness Program. I will be doing this. Its in Orlando in November and its $67 if you register by June 6th. It goes up $10 bucks for the following 2 months and again another $10 bucks for the last 2 months before the race. Spectator tickets (for the post-race party) are like $22 bucks. I hope I can spare the dough to register... I would really like to do this. Its like Tough Mudder, only less tough and there are zombies.

Who wants to do this with me? It will be OSM.

Oh, and I started a juice fast today. I'm going to try to go 2 weeks. If I can get the money situation worked out (as in I can still afford to feed my family and do this too) I will try to go the whole month. Detox, Cleanse, start training.

I have a plan. Wheels are in motion. Gears are turning. Shit is happening.