Happy Halloween!

Check out the dog's Halloween costumes for this year :)

Mr. Scruffleupagus

For the past few weeks, I've been enduring this facial hair "experiment". What do YOU think??

In one short month from today...

...seriously, I can't wait.

Bicycle! Bicycle! Bicycle!

I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

Queen, anyone?





As you can see, the song is relevant today. Today, Chris finally convinced me to get a bike. I don't know why I didn't listen to him sooner (but please don't tell him I said that, I don't want him to get a big head or anything :) We went to the local bike shop and got this blue beauty. It is a Motorbecane hybrid, a Jubilee. It is one of their "comfort" bike types, so it is perfect for me to ride around our little subdivision town with Chris without putting stress on my wrists (carpal tunnel and tendonitis were concerns). We rode from our house, to the local Subway and then all around our little downtown area and took the long way back home afterwards. Fun!

Did I just grow?

So, while I was swimming last night, I had this thought... "I wonder if I'm REALLY 5'3"". I don't know why I thought it, but I did. The last time I was measured for height I was at my first endocrinologist's appointment (stupid thyroid). This was shortly after I had first moved to Florida. I moved to Florida on November 1, 2002. So, let's say this appointment happened in early 2003. I distinctly remember the nurse checking my weight AND height and not speaking EITHER of them aloud. The weight I could understand, but the height? She said it was a privacy thing. Ok, whatever. So, the number she wrote down was 5'3 1/4". This was no surprise to me, I've always known myself to be 5'3". So, when someone would ask me how tall I was, my answer was always "five foot, three inches (and if I was in a silly mood) AND A QUARTER! The quarter inch matters to us shorter folks!!"

I've always known myself to be 5'3".

When I came home from swimming last night, I asked Chris to measure me. We went over to the whiteboard on the wall, I took my shoes off, and Chris marked my height on the board. I went to get the tape measure, and to my surprise, the mark on the whiteboard fell ABOVE 5'3" (and 1/4")... a "lot" considering I'm 33 years old and haven't grown since about the 8th grade (maybe 7th grade?). The reading on the tape measure was almost at 5'4"! I mean, it was 5'3 15/16". Dude. Totally 5'4"!. Ok, ok, maybe it is just a funky way of measuring. Maybe we held the tape measure wrong.
Maybe I stood funny. Maybe the whiteboard somehow make the lines you draw on it higher than where you actually wrote it (NOT!). We took the measurement again with me standing against the refrigerator and he slid a flat metal tool over the top of my head and held it there. I stepped back and measured again. 5'3 15/16"!! Totally 5'4" rather than 5'3"!

We measured again this AM. You know, you're taller in the AM than you are in the PM, right? Anyway, this AM, I measured 5'4 1/4"!

I think it is official. I'm now 5'4".

This totally changes the game.

Happy Birthday, Little Friend!

Today is the day we celebrate as Al's "Birthday". Birthday is in quotation marks because we don't really know his actual birthday. He was "about 4" when we adopted him from the rescue organization. Today is the day that we adopted him, 4 years ago. Which makes Al "about 8". So, Happy About 8th Birthday, Al Udeid! :)





We celebrated this morning just after I fed all of the dogs breakfast. I got out the PupCorn (cheese flavored) and started dumping handfuls of it on the floor, singing "Happy Birthday" to my favorite pug! :)

2,000 yards is "just right"

I'm so excited that at this point, I can do 2,000 yards in the pool and feel pretty good and not overtired afterwards :) I also noticed just this evening that when I was on the sofa, laying on my side, my thigh didn't have any dimples on the side and was pretty firm - go me!