Monday, March 23, 2009

The blogs we read...

I haven't been doing too much blogging lately. I guess my motivation to and interest in blogging is like everything else in life: it ebbs and flows.

But I usually keep up on my Google reader. And today this post brought a tear to my eye.

I am often brought to tears by the authors of these blogs. Mothers. Sisters. Fathers. Observers. Comentators. Creative genius'. Optimists. People I've never met. Most of whom I wouldn't recognize on the street.

The internet is a virtual labyrinth of (mis)information, polar extremes of both the lovely and the repulsive variety. You can find a lot of garbage and waste a LOT of time.

But inspiration abounds. My connection to these amazing women (and occasionally men) are palpable. They make me feel less alone in my insecurities as a mother, sister, friend, human being.

I feel a kinship with their stories of success and failure. I am constantly amazed at their pursuit of a better self. They leave me with the feeling that anything is possible. They make me want to be a better person.

Thank you for inspiring me.

Thank you for sharing your story.

Thank you for writing.

love, aloicious

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Whurd she go?

I've been missing two things the past couple of weeks: motivation and inspiration. But it's all good. Cuz I'm a nobody.

I like having an obscure sort of blog that is mainly read by family and friends. I like not feeling tied down. I like not feeling the need to post EVERY SINGLE day. Or every week, for that matter.

I love that my blog isn't something I'm obligated to do. I never started this blog with the intention of making money. The thought never even crossed my mind until I'd already been blogging for six months and discovered it's even possible to make money by blogging.

My life is not on the internet. My life is far from the computer (esp. since I don't work full-time anymore). I've got real relationships, friendships, obligations and hobbies. I'm grateful for real life.

But here's the excuses for not blogging bullet points from the past couple of weeks:

. Been working part-time for Zach's office. It's been nice to get out of the house.
. Spent lots of time with my favorite sister and possibly my favorite person ever. She was home for spring break, she's the smart "college educated" sister.
. Our basement is finally finished! Which means Franky has his own room and all his stuff had to be moved in. And we got a new BIGGER bedroom and all of our stuff had to be moved. AND I finally got my own room for nails and all of that had to be reorganized. So we haven't moved, but it sure feels like we have.

On the workout front, I slacked last week! Instead of my usual 4.5 miles, 2 miles, 4.5 miles and 7 miles, I only did a 5 miles and a 7 miles. And my 7 miles was BRU-TAL. I will not be slacking anymore during this little training program.

And the best news I've had in a long time (drum roll please............), this weekend I bought a pair of SIZE SIX shorts. That's the smallest I've EVER BEEN, people! I am used to grabbing a 10 and occasionally going back for a 12.

This running stuff really melts it off ya. And the tiny earthling depleting my calories on a daily basis is a welcome weight-loss tool.


Until next time...

love, aloicious

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


I'm sure every mother thinks her child is the most adorable thing on planet earth. But mine really is! He has all of these hillariously adorable facial expressions. We had a little mini photo session the other day so I thought I'd share.

Here he is in one of his thoughtful moments (they always coincide with finger scarfing moments).

His mouth hangs open most of the time just waiting for next greatest treasure to be sampled.

This is his observational face.

This is his post-too-many-apple-tini's face ("Where's my milk???" - that was for you, mom)

The kid loves to laugh. Luckily both his parents are masters at funny faces and poop jokes.



My heart, she melts!

Oh how I love this child.

love, aloicious

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

HASAY el nineteeno

Sometimes I wish I could speak Spanish. I think it's very sexy language...

Moving on, last week was my worst so far. I ran 4.5 miles on Monday, 2 miles on Tuesday, 2 mile(ish) walk on Wednesday and 4.5 miles on Thursday. Saturday was supposed to be my 6 miler but I got sick(ish). I woke up on Friday and all my joints were killing me! I felt like a little old lady. And that, my friends, was my only symptom.

At first I thought maybe I had just slept weird or something. But later that day I found out my mom was having the exact same experience. So I didn't run Saturday. I was going to run Sunday but I still felt achey.

So this week to redeem myself I'm just going to up all my larger runs and hope for the best. You'll know it didn't work if I keel over after 6.5 miles this weekend. Cross your fingers for me!

love, aloicious