costa rica.

because my life is incredibly tough i haven't been around for the past week and a half or so, because well i was in costa rica and or preparing for costa rica.

so here is another post that is just pictures.

but i will say surfing in costa rica was one of the greatest experiences of my entire life. i will go on ahead and amend that to the absolute greatest experience of my entire life. i didn't want to come home and i am currently scheming a way to get back there.

liberia airport

whirligigs (that's what i call them at least)

first afternoon

first sunrise

crazy looking squirrel

new friends (with a side of exorcist head)

guaro sours. deadly

sunset

same night, different look

ingenuity at it's finest.

here's the thing. i really really like running, but i also really really like sleeping and beer. let's not forget about beer.

i actually am highly functional on very little sleep. well for the most part. give me a diet coke and i am up for days with these lemur eyes that just won't quit. yea, you're welcome for that.

maybe slightly more terrifying or less terrifying than that. i don't know people, you'd have to ask those around me. i can't see my own eyeballs. but i know for shit that is what my eyeballs feel like when i am all hopped on the caffeine.

i digress.

there was a point in this somewhere. and it was that i love running. i really do. i actually train better when i have absolutely nothing to train for. that being said, i was a big fat non runner last week. just didn't have it in me. got dressed like a runner, but never actually made it out the door. wearing the running clothes totally counts in my book. (i can flat call myself out, can't i?)

anyhows. so sunday i wanted to run. and i did run. but i took a very, very different approach than normal.

mostly in the fact that i watched netflix for the greater part of the morning, sat outside reading with the monster, and generally getting sidetracked from everything i was trying to do.

and then came time for the run. well sidetrack number 800 bajillion came into play. time for the monster to go home. time to talk business with ze boss (that's another story for a whole different blog). time for tasha to text me and ask if i want to meet for some muddled drinks.

WHY yes i would LOVE some muddled drinks my good friend.

so here's the dilemma, i have no time to run but i am wearing my running clothes. INGENIOUS idea pops into my head.

RUN. TO. THE. BAR. duh. it's so glaringly obvious why did i not think of this sooner?

i did just that. i ran to the bar. a little sweaty, and a little smelly, but damnit i wasn't about to miss out on the muddled's. so i had one of those and immediately switched to beer, because woof i was still dehydrated from friday's drink-a-thon (no bar running was involved then).

BUT then i literally ran into a problem. it's late and i still have to get home. albeit slightly tipsier than when i started this idea.

we are so white. and we love free shit. 

well what's a runner to do? well she runs home that's what she does.

there you have it folks. my ingenious solution still has a few kinks, but i am on board with it. it's efficient, i get to utilize my butt pocket in my shorts (and we all know how much i like that sucker), i still can hang with my friends, and you are guaranteed to sober up a smidge because well, ya know, you have to run home...

*no runners were harmed in this post*

this.

 

this. so perfect. 

having one of those overwhelming days where all i do is listen to music and think way too hard for way too long. 

oof.

life is a beach, i'm just playing in the sand.

because apparently my life is one big vacation.

or so it may seem. it's not i promise, but i have been away from technology for the most part until today.

i was at the beach. you caught me red handed.

i just can't stay away  from it's amazingness.

now, i did run though. almost everyday. except when it was raining, or i didn't want too. but really i ran 4 out of 6 days. okay fine it was 7.5 days, but who's counting?

so here is a picture recap for you of my week....

vitamin water is foul. but this, i am on board with this

freshly painted toes for the beach.

my coffee::mom's coffee

lunch time beer and tuna sandwich. believe it.

first sunset.

first beach day.

beachside flowers.

yes please.

SUMMER ALE

sandy toes, stormy skies, and a chobani snack.

sunscreen, sand, salt, and unwashed hair.

rainstorm happy hour

crazy clouds.

uh what alabama?

sport.

 dad surprised mom at the airport when she got home with a new dog. his name is sport, and he likes dad more than mom....my how the tides have changed.

oh and this happened. #WINNING

hinky.

i had a mini precursor breakdown yesterday.

does anyone have those? the one where you know something is wrong, but you can't quite put your finger on it because it's like 20 bajillion different little things and this breakdown is in hopes that you won't have a huge full on mega meltdown.

there usually aren't tears and not as many people are hurt by the blowback, but something feels hinky. yes, hinky, go with it. it is totally a word.

anyhow...

saturday i ran a glorious 9 miles. i am not even really sure why i stopped running. it was one of those stars align and all is right with the running gods type of run. it's ever allusive and we all strive to achieve it.

tweeting it makes it real, correct?

i mean it could of had something to do with my stellar diet that day. cereal, cheese squares with wheat thins, and a box of macaroni and cheese. yes an entire box. i can dominate one of those bad boys no question.

that one to be exact. i have a theory that if the mac and cheese comes in shapes, you don't actually get the same amount in the box. not that i can't eat an entire box of the non-bunny shaped variety. and they were on sale for $1 at target.

sunday the princess and i forwent a run for a walkabout. which was lovely and calm.

yesterday we did the dreaded runch. i just wasn't feeling that four mile run. it was awkwardly hot and cold. then we went on a walk later in the afternoon.

yesterday i also ate ramen for lunch. because i am an adult. hey i made it fancy. but my real problem with ramen is who eats 1/2 a brick? WHO?

serving size:

and that is where i end my post, because i don't want to admit that i may or may not have eaten another box of mac and cheese for dinner. of the non bunny variety...

friday five.

the rain has sapped all my brainpower. all i want to do is take the monster and cocoon into the covers and never come out. judging by the drool on my keyboard (not mine) and this setup, i would say that praia girl is on board with that plan.

so here is my friday five.

1. score of the day at target. 3 boxes, 4 packets each, 12 packets total for $6. #winning

2. these showed up in the mail yesterday and i am PUMPED. buy things from me. #helpmeimpoor

3. this happened today. watch out costa rica, i'm coming for you!

4. i really, really want this kate spade iphone case. perhaps even NEED it. 

5. i can't stop watching the coverage on boston. like have been watching it since about 5 this morning. and not a whole lot has been reported or changed since the first couple of stories this morning. but this is amazing to me. #prayforboston

adidas.com

quickbooksing

this morning i ran with the furrymonster, did a little blogging, read a few blogs, sent some e-mails, ate breakfast, and then generally procrastinated. not really, but there isn't a whole lot to do after you've sent out e-mails.

i've been trying to get better about getting out of bed when i wake up, but some  mornings i am either up at 452 or i snooze until 7. and snoozing until 7 i can get away with some mornings. this morning i was able to take that luxury and then still run about 4 miles with the monster before anything life altering had to occur.

that life altering thing was taming the mop that i was calling my hair these days. i am really bad about remembering to go get my hair cut. then comes the day where all i want to do is lop it all off and call it a day. so today i went and lopped it off. well not really, but a sizable portion is now removed from my noggin.

taking pictures of yourself is awkward. or i am awkward. probably a combo of the two.

now that my head feels about 10 pounds lighter, i am currently cruising craigslist. there are ALWAYS some gems on that bad boy. today is for a specific purpose (aside from updating the wood business account). on monday i started a company.

a quickbooks company to be exact. it's not glamourous, but i am good at it, and i figured instead of getting paid 1099 style, i can funnel everything through an actual company. be legit and things. thus the craigslist trolling. i've been hunting down leads for people who need part time work. listen up atlanta folks, who needs some quickbooks assistance? hmmmmm.

this also means that fuzzy and i are doing this.

then we moved onto this.

but then the cats came out and we were quickly ushered inside.