Week in Re/Preview

My runs from the past week:

May 2013 weekly runs

I had to run after dark, I ran in wind, I ran with the dog and I ran in a trail race!

This week, I have no idea what my schedule/plan is. Run when I can fit it in. I feel incredibly stressed, so I probably need the running more than usual but I also need to make it to appointments and get my work done.

I’m behind on these Blog Every Day prompts… and I missed yesterday. I’m still giving myself credit because I’ve posted twice on some days this month!

So… let’s do this thing.

Saturday’s prompt: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.

I wrote this on my old blog many moons ago, but I’ll repeat it here.

I am the oldest grandkid on my mom’s side of the family. My brother is the next closest in age, just a couple of years younger than me. The next closest of the other grandkids is about 6 years younger than me. My uncle Brent was just 14 when I was born, so when I was small, he used to tease me mercilessly. To the point of tears most of the time. I remember one year, all I really wanted for Christmas was a Cornsilk Cabbage Patch Doll.

I was probably being a pain in the ass by telling everybody that I wanted the doll. But most kids are a pain when they figure out something they really want for Christmas. Christmas morning rolled around and I saw a present that was the shape of the Cabbage Patch box. I squealed and beelined for it. It had my name on it and I knew I had received my doll. After being tortured for a few minutes while other people opened gifts, I opened my present. As I peeled the paper back and saw the logo for the Cabbage Patch Kids on the top of the box, I got more and more excited. I tore the paper off and looked through the clear cellophane packaging on the front, only to find an orange and a small box of Frosted Flakes inside. I was, of course, devastated and started crying. I thought Santa had played a cruel trick on me, by giving me the box but no doll. Later my uncle admitted that he had smuggled the doll out of the package, replaced her with the food items and re-wrapped the gift. I did get my doll eventually, but that was probably the pinnacle of the pranks he played on me.

Sunday’s prompt: Five of your favorite blogs and what you love about them

I have so many blogs that I am subscribed to, but here are a few off the top of my head.

  1. TheRUNiverse.com – Uh… because I’m one of the founding editors and it’s not being totally narcissistic by choosing this site!
  2. MindBodyGreen.com – I kind of like all the crunchy-granola stuff posted there, it fascinates me.
  3. Greatist.com – Every article is researched with supporting documentation to all the facts.
  4. WritingChapterThree.com – Taking a peek into another (fairly new) mom’s life and kind of imagining what I can anticipate in months to come, even if her life is so different from mine!
  5. BluePaperLanterns.com – She has a fashion blog and a baby who is a little bit older than mine. I live in awe of how put together she looks, but her posts help me think of what I can work toward!

Today’s prompt: Get real. Share something you’re struggling with right now.

Didn’t I do this the other day with the whole anxiety stuff? Oh, that was something that’s difficult in my life… and that’s different how? Apparently what I’m struggling with RIGHT NOW is getting through these prompts. Because this one, is just not doing anything for me!

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One comment

  1. The doll story was funny, although in a very schadenfreude way! Making a kid cry on Christmas is rather cruel!

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