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High on Weed and Grass

Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m referring to the pollen count around here.  Grass and weed have been high, but mold has been extremely high lately and this morning during my 3 mile run, I had an asthma attack. When I returned home, I took a hit off my recovery inhaler and made a mental note to myself that I need to start using my inhaler about 30 minutes prior to running.


It’s not my best performance, but not too shabby despite not being able to breathe.

 3 miles

Time  28:21

Pace  9:27


At least it inspired me to add a couple new songs to my iPod.   




I should try to doing the chicken while I run.  It might help with the breathing. 


I hope you enjoy the next video, because I can’t watch it.  Prodigy look like scary, evil clowns to me.




I also like Kayne West’s Breathe In, Breathe Out, but I couldn’t find a decent video on youtube.  If you have any other suggestions for breathing theme-related songs, I am all lungs ears.

Say it Forward: Carnival of Loyal Commenters

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Five Minutes for Mom kicked off a Carnival of Loyal Commenters last Friday.  The gist of this “Say it Forward Program” is to spotlight readers who faithfully leave comments.  


Once I learned there would be no clowns at this carnival, I decided to join in the fun, although I was a little disappointed to learn that there would be no cotton candy.   


Let’s face it.  Comments are the validation and the instant gratification that all bloggers desire.  We put our posts out here in the big ol’ blogosphere in the hopes that someone will read them.   When an occasional reader happens to leave a comment, this big ol’ blogosphere seems just a tiny bit smaller.  And voila!  Loyal readers and friendships are formed.


To show my gratitude and appreciation for my most loyal commenters, each Friday I will spotlight one of my faithful followers.  This week, I am showing my love for Lindsay of Chasing the Kenyans, of course.


Recently, Lindsay awarded me with the “Your Blog is Fabulous” award.  Now, you may think I am simply sucking up to her, but Lindsay reads Run DMT regularly as we share the same passion for running.  She reads almost every post, even the boring mommy blogger stuff and usually leaves a comment.  Although she trains harder than me and runs much faster than me, she is consistently super supportive for my marathon training.


Not to mention, she willing posed for this picture when we met at the Disney Marathon.


lindsay Say it Forward: Carnival of Loyal Commenters


So, thank you, Lindsay for being such a loyal commenter and my new BFF. 


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This is the Face of Evil

 This is the Face of EvilAbout a year ago, I purchased two life-size Belle dolls for my girls at the Disney Store (on sale, of course) and gave them as presents this past Christmas.  The dolls were a hit with my two princesses and they brought them to bed on Christmas night.


That night, Allan read the girls their bedtime stories as usual, but he tucked them in and turned out the light before I had a chance to kiss them good night.


I walked into a pitch black room and leaned in to kiss Emmalynn and All….What the???


The cold stare of a hideous rag doll startled me and made me jump out of my skin. 


My girls and I rolled in laughter.


Once our giggles slowed, Emmalynn requested for me to sing her favorite lullaby. “Momma, sing Momma gonna buy me somethin’.”


I attempted to sing Hush Little Baby when a Belle doll began to rise behind Emmalynn’s back, like a vampire rising from a coffin.  Controlling the doll like a skillful puppeteer, Allana made the doll sit up, turn its head and stare at me again, like a scene from an 80′s B-horror film


Before I explain my gut reaction, I feel it is necessary to explain what would cause me to react in such a manner.  Do you remember the clown from Poltergeist?  That miserable marionette left such an impression on me that clowns and dolls have forever caused me to shudder. 


With its haunting eyes gawking at me, I punched the doll in the head I bust out laughing once again and so did my girls.  I tried to shake out my sillies and sing another lullaby, Baby Mine, but my own snickers interrupted each note I sang.  No one could sleep that night because visions of Belle dolls danced arose in our heads.


And now every night since we returned from N.C. (Those freaky things were not coming with us!), my girls find new ways to haunt me disturb me tease me make me laugh with their scary life-size Belle dolls.


They’re heeeerrrre!


 This is the Face of Evil


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