I Just Freaking Love My Awesomeness

I was laying in bed last night with Will, and I had an AMAZING moment. No, my perved friends, I'm totally not oversharing.

No, I mean a moment where I actually said something SO not Mom-ish and wifey...something, kinda, sorta, ridiculously awesome. To the point that I actually said out loud, "wow. I'm sooo gonna blog that!"

Will laughed. Probably AT me...no....SURELY *AT* me, since I wasn't laughing and was dead serious. I'm gonna say it was because I had toothpaste on my face and NOT because I sounded like the biggest nerd ever. And the toothpaste on my face-- TOTALLY a blog for another day on "Stupid things you remember from childhood: how to get rid of fat, ugly zits on your face" that your BFF, MC, taught you in highschool. And how, as a nearly 30-year-old Mom of 7, you keep trying it...only to remember that the last time you tried it, it didn't work either. And then you remember it was for hickeys. 'nuff said. And then you remember it worked on hickeys.

TOTALLY ANOTHER BLOG, clearly.

And, as I laid there in my self-inflicted euphoria, I vowed to remember that totally awesome, WONDERFULLY intelligent thing that I said so I could post it. And wouldn'tyaknowit, here I am, with *gasp* time to blog, and frig, trying to remember what it was is like Justin Bieber trying to grow pubic hair..

just sayin....

And, for the record, my brainwave had NOTHING to do with my super-awesome attempt at turning myself into a delicious pastry.. like, for example, um, a muffin or something. Psht, muffin-tops are the best part of the muffins, so I'm going with "I'm the super awesome part of a muffin and if you can't handle it, you can bite me."
No. I would never put a picture of myself in that condition on the web. If you know me, I'm all about making OTHER people the source of my humour. ;)

But, I sit here, afraid to death to sneeze, as I have another bestest friend whom I hate to pieces I love so much! Yep, my OTHER BFF, Becka, decided to show up in town the other day with her sister (whom I also adore) and take some friends out for a quick run and a workout. Which was totally up my alley of "I enjoy being a lazy bum lately". I had gone for an 8k walk the night before, and that morning was the Motown Marathon. (No, it's not ACTUALLY called that, although, it totally works. Although---I think I'm gonna patent that and inflict it on all southern-Alberta towns *who are all MoTowns too* and be really cool like that!) And during the marathon, my little 4-year old Mimi decided she wanted to run the.whole.way. Um, yah, SO not prepared for that.

Sure, I've been running lately. Once or twice a blue moon. And I can run a mile-- seriously. But I just wasn't really that ready.

So, here's Becka. Taking me through the worst workout of "what the fetch happened to my upper arms?!" and then yesterday I spent the day walking and biking with Will.

I.
AM.
SO.
FRIGGEN.
SORE!!

And it's just not right that my woman bits are hurting from biking. What the Kiew???? Will loves biking- wants me to join him more. I'm a walking/running/rollerblading/ripsticking kind of wife. See? Bikes are meant for ages 4-14. After that, it's just not 'cool' anymore. That's why we have cars!!!!
And so what if rollerblades might be sooooo 1990, I don't care. I'm giving them the same comeback that Justin Timberlake gave to sexy. Unfortunately, I think Will's bum on a bike is toooo superb and easy to follow, so I shall don my super-sexy helmet again and follow him. ;)