Archive | January, 2014

my soul is happy

27 Jan

I know.  I know.  What a cheesy thing to say.  “My soul is happy.”  But there is really no other way to phrase it.  I am feeling pretty peaceful and content right now after a weekend of adventure in Lake Flacid Placid.


Every year, Eric goes on a trip to Lake Placid with a bunch of guys.  They drink microbrews, climb a mountain (snowshoeing), and then play drink bowling.  Every year, he comes back with amazing pictures and stories, and I am so sad that I didn’t go.

So I was psyched when I got asked along this year!!!

And then the weather forecast was negative degrees for highs during the day, and I got nervous and came very close to bailing.  I haven’t run in a week again.  It’s just too cold.  I go out and my lungs revolt, and they stay angry for days afterwards.  How would I handle the freezing cold AND climbing a mountain (the 2 things that seem to aggravate my asthma the worst)?

Like a boss.  That’s how.  Seriously it was so much fun to snowshoe hike in microspikes up Haystack Mountain.  My hands were freezing at the start (I mean my finger tips hurt so bad I wanted to cry…I’ve never felt cold like I felt this weekend…), so I stole Eric’s omnigloves, and they were sweating the rest of the hike.  [Seriously this omniheat technology is no joke–I doubted it at first, but every product I’ve tried that has omniheat in it is amazingly warm–this coming from someone who is usually cold!]  Everything else stayed warm–in fact, I was soaked in sweat by the time we got back to the car!  Part way up the mountain, we stopped and I used my inhaler–I wasn’t bad, but this was more of a preemptive strike.  It was the last time I used my inhaler–ALL WEEKEND!!!!!  I brought it with me everywhere we went, just in case, but I never thought about it other than as we were walking out the door.  This is the least I’ve used it in weeks.  In other good news, I anticipated the soreness that comes the day after mountain climbing–in the past, no matter how great of shape I’m in, the day after we do a mountain, I am a little sore in the quads and hammies.  But this morning I woke up feeling 100%–I guess all the squats, lunges and pull ups I’ve been doing lately have been paying off….


Going UP!

at the top!!!

at the top!!!

butt sliding down the mountain on particularly slippery spots...hilarious

butt sliding down the mountain on particularly slippery spots…hilarious

going back down...little scary in some parts, but once I trusted the poles, there was no stopping me ha

going back down…little scary in some parts, but once I trusted the poles, there was no stopping me ha

"this isn't that kind of trip, shme!" hahhaha  it's not exactly a beach, but...

“this isn’t that kind of trip, shme!” hahhaha it’s not exactly a beach, but…

Anyway, it was a fabulous trip and I had a blast.  I have decided that we should get up to the ADK more often in the winter (and fall and spring) to do some climbs–my lungs were the best they’ve ever been and everything felt so much better than in the summer.  Maybe it’s the lack of humidity that made the difference?  Or the clean mountain air???

or maybe it's the microbrews???  moose island ale--not bad.  also tried ubu.  that stuff's for real!

or maybe it’s the microbrews??? moose island ale–not bad. also tried ubu. that stuff’s for real!

In any event, I am pumped to get back up there and hike some more.  We were a mile in and I said, “I really can’t wait for this summer now!”  I also really think maybe in the future we would be really happy living up in a mountain town (as long as there’s a nice lake we can live on).  Just a matter of finding jobs, but I think ADK mountain living would suit both of us very well.  All weekend, all I could think about was how this is where I belong–how I felt so at peace and comfortable and completely and totally at home.  Every time we are up there, this is how I feel.  Every time we are in the woods or in these quaint little towns, I just love the vibe and never want to leave…SO who’s in for another winter trip??????

the boys having some snuggle time ha

the boys having some snuggle time ha

Eric ready for #omnidrinkbowling

Eric ready for #omnidrinkbowling

bobsledding down main street

bobsledding down main street

amazing to walk through the olympic center and see the actual rink where miracle on ice happened.  so cool.

amazing to walk through the olympic center and see the actual rink where miracle on ice happened. so cool.

rockin our flannels <3

rockin our flannels ❤


Sappy Romantic Comedies

18 Jan

I just finished my 4th book of 2014.  The Greece Town Library (which is amazing–I highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t already) has these really cool book marks on shelf end caps.  Each one is “If you like ____ [author or genre], try these ____” with suggestions for new, lesser-known authors.  Maybe other libraries do this, but I’ve never seen it before.  I LOVE them.  I grabbed a stack of them last time we were there, and I’ve been working my way through the lists each time I go to the library.


So my 4th book was called Rosie Dunne, by Cecilia Ahern.  It was a great, super-easy, beach-book-type read.   The whole thing is told through letters/emails/instant messages between characters, so it’s kind of a different structure from “normal” books.  And it’s all about growing up, love lost and love found, and following your dreams.  ❤  *sigh*  ❤  I’m such a nerd girl. 


Anyway, I bookmarked a couple of quotes that I LOVED from the book.


“It’s funny because when you’re a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go.  There’s no limit to what you can dream.  You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities.  Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you’re hit by the realizatioin that you can’t be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.

Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.

Why do we stop believing in ourselves?  Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?”


I loved this quote.  It’s so true.  Another thing that I loved about this book is it followed the characters through pretty much their entire lives.  It was cool to see the transformations of each one, to see which hopes and dreams remained constant throughout and which ones changed.  It made me reflect a lot on my own childhood dreams, where I thought I’d be, and where I am now.  For example:  I always imagined I’d be a cool big sister, but I always pictured myself with super dark, super curly hair driving a navy blue truck/larger vehicle.  No idea.  But as a teenager, that was how I saw the 20-something-year-old Shme.  Not even close… I also planned out the names of my 6 children I was going to have, using sidewalk chalk, out front of my house as a kid.  I wrote my only son’s name on top of the sewer cover because I didn’t really want a boy (but figured I’d probably have at least 1 if I had 6 kids).  Funny how now the thought of having daughters terrifies me and I hope that we have lots of boys instead. haha.

Anyway, the point is that it’s interesting to me that we dream so big as kids, but then for whatever reason, some of those big dreams get too scary to pursue…and I loved this quote.


“You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minutes of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK.  You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you from your fears.  You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws.  You should be with someone who can make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.”


I was thinking the other day about my baby sisters.  This is what I want for them.  (And really for all of my siblings, friends and other family members, too!)  I want them to meet men who are strong and will protect them, but will not shelter them from life or make them scared to try things.  I want them to meet men who will love them for exactly who they are, who will bring out the best qualities in them.  I want them to be happy, dancing on air happy.  Sappy Shme loved this quote and especially loved that it was in a love letter between characters.  What girl doesn’t want sappy love letters about how much she’s loved????



made up

11 Jan

I remember the first time I wore make up.  I was in middle school, and on my way out the door, I went into my mom’s make up drawer and put on a lot of coats of mascara.  I already have long lashes, so the mascara was very obvious.  My mom came to pick me up from one of my extracurricular activities (probably a sport, but maybe a club meeting…).  She took one look at my face, asked me where I got the mascara from and forbid me to wear it again.  I don’t remember when I started wearing it again…sometime in high school I think.  Now I never leave home without it.  In high school, my art teacher told me that I had eyes that should be in a mascara commercial, and I think that’s when I decided that mascara was going to be my thing.

I’ve experimented so many times since then with various other types of make up.  I really love putting it on–something about it just makes me feel sexy and beautiful and…completely not myself.  No matter how much I try, “grown up” make up just makes me feel different and fake.  Made up, but not in a good way.

For as often as I have played around with make up, I rarely wear anything more than a little foundation and a lot of mascara out of the house.  If we’re going somewhere or doing something special, I might throw on some blush or shimmery eye shadow.  But I never leave home without mascara on, even to go run… When we decided to be more minimalist, I eliminated a lot of make up, because I never actually “used” it.  Eye shadows, lipsticks, eye liner.  I never used it, so why keep it?

Tonight I was playing around again.  I love how smokey eyes look on other people.  It’s so glamorous.  Tonight, with my limited make up, I decided to attempt the smokey eye.  Again.  It didn’t really come out “smokey”–it never does.  I think I’m too afraid to put a lot of make up on–pretty sure I need more liner and darker eye shadows.  Even though it’s not actually “smokey eye,” it does look kind of pretty.   I like how I feel when I put on more make up than usual–just feeling DIFFERENT.  But I can’t imagine going out of the house like this–I feel like a poser or something.  Maybe I’ll try to wear it out sometime, though.  Just to see what it’s like…


the bachelorette life OR learning to carry pepper spray

10 Jan

When Eric left for his first OmniTen trip over the summer, it was the first time we’d spent the night apart since we were married.  There aren’t really words for how weird it is not to have him there to wrap an arm around me when we go to bed or to roll over and see in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning.  Not to be able to ask him a question, laugh at a TV show we were watching or just look over at and smile.  Picasso misses his daddy, too, except at night, when he gets to claim the entire second half of the bed, including pillows.  He was a happy boy last night.  I hope he doesn’t get too used to that.

So Eric’s gone again, and we’re in day 2 of 4, and it’s still so strange.  He told me the night before he left that he had some surprises lined up for me, and sure enough, yesterday and today I came home to presents on the doorstep.  Super cool.

Yesterday, I decided after work to go out for a little snow shoe run.  It was fabulous (albeit very cold).  Tonight, I met Danielle for some miles, then met the #TrailsRoc group for some more miles (6.5 tonight! woot!).  As I was driving to Durand tonight, I had a funny realization about bachelorette-ing it.

Eric bought me pepper spray to run with (if I’m alone) a while ago.  I NEVER remember it (and often wish I had, as I freak myself out with thoughts of stupid, unrealistic TV shows that become so reasonable when you’re alone in the woods.  NOTE: I’ve never actually wished I had it to protect me from actual people, so family do not worry about me.).  I realized today that both yesterday AND today, I grabbed it on my way out and threw it in my stuff without even thinking.  Strange!  I guess when Eric’s around (even if we’re not running “together” but in the same park), I feel safe and subconsciously feel I don’t need to bring the spray.  Danielle joked tonight that I think Eric’s got bionic ears for me.  In any event, I would really like to start remembering the pepper spray more often.  Not because of people.  But because of dogs.  Case in point, tonight, as Danielle and I crested a hill, we came face to face with a big dog.  He started to come over to us, I was looking for my spray, couldn’t find it (because I had to put it in my sports’ bra–too much other stuff in my pockets), and finally the dog went away on its own.  Phew.


So note to self:  Remember to carry pepper spray, even if your burly, protector husband is with you.

so many hikes, so little time…

7 Jan

I love traveling.  I love seeing new places, meeting new people and finding myself surrounded by beautiful nature.  When I think back to my favorite memories in the past few years, almost all of them involve being outside exploring.  I don’t necessarily consider myself particularly religious, but I do think of myself as spiritual.  There is no place I feel more at peace or think that there MUST be a higher power (whatever that power is…) other than out in nature.


I really want to take a cross-country road trip.  I am dying to get out west and see what things are like out there.  The pictures I’ve seen are breath taking.   Sadly, I’m not sure it’s going to work out this summer.  0 SPF kind of throws a monkey wrench in the plan (unless Eric takes August off instead of July).  I’m not sure how the race in the future is going to work with still being able to go on some kind of road trip adventure, all I know is I’m getting anxious to get out there, and we need to take the trip sooner rather than later.  I don’t want to wait much longer.  I’ve built the trip up so much in my head–packing the car, bringing the dog and just going–no real set plans, just driving, maybe some idea of what we want to do and where we want to go, but also the freedom to just cruise along and explore.  An adventure.  A big adventure.

road trip

In any event, in case the cross country thing really doesn’t work out this year, the new plan will be to go for some road trips on the east coast to explore and hike.  I’ve been doing some preliminary research, and I’m thinking that maybe a good alternative plan would be to do a loop around the time when we’re in Indian Lake for our annual trip.  We could hit up the high peak in Vermont, followed by New Hampshire, followed by Massachusetts, followed by Connecticut, then home (or Indian Lake, if we did high peaks first).  Alternately, we could head south-ish and find some nice beaches/coastal trails to check out.   Either way, I’m sure we’ll have a fantastic time exploring, hiking, climbing, swimming and seeing amazingly beautiful things!