Thirsty Thursday... And playing fantasy football in the same league as your husband may lead to divorce.

So today was my Friday at work. Thank God. I can't even begin to explain to you how horrible Tuesday was. But anyways, nothing a little liquid deliciousness can't fix.

The bear was trying to steal it. Stinker. Then he tried to steal my curly fries. Anyone noticing a trend? It's a good thing he's cute.

Are you ready for some football? Our little house is consumed. As you can see it's on the TV. And B-rad is jocking my laptop. I swear, when football season starts he is a lot little psycho. I'm talking TV on (usually the channel that shows like 6 games at once), laptop on, iPhone on. You think I'm kidding. Sunday is a long day at this house, especially if the Bengals lose. And if you know anything about then Bengals... Well. Yeah.

I play in a fantasy league with Brad and his guy friends. My first year playing with them I kicked their trash and took first place. Last year I came in second. (The year in between I sucked it up big time). Anyways, we take it seriously and talk a lot of smack.

Long story short, Kentucky's Randall Cobb was drafted by Green Bay and he's having a heck of a first game. I was going to pick him up but Brad was hogging my laptop of course. Do you know that turd picked up him up first? Rude. Guess who's sleeping on the couch?

Oh and by the way, Stefanie is featuring me on her blog (RUN ON) today!! Go on over and check it out. I've been stalking her blog for awhile and you probably should too! She's hilarious and has a yellow lab. What more do you need to know? :) THANK YOU Stefanie. Please bring Winston to NC to play with Riley asap.

Epic Friday Night and The Money Shot

So last night was probably the most epic Friday night in the history of Friday nights... Brad and I cleaned our wreck of a house (seriously, it was so bad it took like 3 hours) and went to the gym. Hey, at least now we know a time when the gym isn't swamped with meatheads (sorry Jersey Shore has started again!). Just OCD running geeks that think "my training plan calls for 2 miles, I must run 2 miles."

This morning I *planned to get up at 7 to get my LR in. (*actually got up at 9)

I ate an apple with some PB and chased it with Powerade Zero (quick tangent have you all tasted the full fat Powerade Strawberry Lemonade? sooo good.) I drove out to Fletcher Park and started my 8 miler. The first two miles flew by, and I was really happy and confident. I had a lot on my mind because 8 miles is kind of a big deal to me. A big deal in that, dang that's a long way! And a big deal in that both times I've trained for a half, I've quit after running 8 miles. So I did a lot of reflecting and it made the miles fly by.

I stopped for water at 3.5, shot block at 5.5, water and shot block at 6.2 and water at 7. It was really starting to warm up at the end and the sun was coming out (it had been cloudy so of course I had no sunscreen on), so I circled back to a part that was in the shade and ran there.

There were a lot of people out today and a bunch of runners. It was great because I kept passing one man and another lady (we were running opposite directions) and we encouraged each other each time. I love that camaraderie!

It feels so great to hit this milestone because I know I'm not going to stop, and I know I'm going to finish the half. (I promise I'm not moving in this picture, I'm stopped).

This is the most unflattering picture ever. So Riley joined me to bring the hottness to the party. He's the model in the family.

After I forced Brad to take these pics, I was walking away to go shower to go blog, and he says "I really like those pants." Which FYI this is a small miracle because for whatever reason he hates capris. I said thanks but if you think they are cool looking, check this out. Then I proceeded to pull my shot blocks out of a little pocket near the booty. I was expecting him to be like oh that's so cool... What did I get?

"Eew butt blocks. I hope those things are sealed up real good." Thanks turdface.

I take back what I said earlier, THIS is the most unflattering picture ever. The things I do for this blog.

What are you doing this weekend? I'm trying to get Brad to go mountain biking with me. And my parents are coming over later this afternoon!

What a stinker...

I walked in the door this afternoon and immediately knew something was wrong. Where is my big brown dog who always meets me at the door?

Oddly, he's upstairs and is apparently afraid to come down (FYI- Riley is a big baby. He gets froggy about the stairs every once in a while). I go get him to take him outside and find a few unwelcome 'presents' along the way.

I'm starting to get worried that he's sick and I call B-rad to let him know what's going on. Brad says, "I wonder if he got into his food?" Sure enough, I go check the thing we keep his food in and I find this:

That little big fat turd weaseled his way in the closet and got into his food. Then apparently ate so much that he made himself sick. Stinker.

He won't even look at me when he knows he's in trouble. It's a good thing he's so darn cute.


Does your dog do stuff like this?