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Pseudo-Half

Guess what I did this weekend friends?

I ran a half!

Well, kinda.

See, Saturday morning we had Foot Traffic U, and ran 10 miles
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(It was hot. There were hills. So “run” might mean “we walked an entire mile in the middle”. Whatevs.)

It was hot here. And humid. I’m a desert animal, and humidity makes me hate the world.

We went home and made some breakfast
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(The bagel, the sausage, and the ham are all from Costco. We have issues)

(We ate outside despite being sweaty messes. You gotta enjoy the sun when it’s here.)

and I iced my knees
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So that I’d be ready for my 5k that night

Because 5ks are awesome 10 mile chasers right?

I was a run buddy for Girls on the Run. Our practice 5k was in late April, and it was WET. So it’s only fitting that the real one was the hottest day Portland has had so far this year.

(I’m honestly in this pic. I swear. Look towards the middle-see the super long brown hair? Me.)

We did the Starlight run, which goes before the Starlight Parade and follows the parade route. This means you get lots of people cheering for you, which is rad. My girl’s family showed up I think 4 or 5 times along our route screaming for her. Also rad.

We had good intentions of going to watch some of the parade, but running the route it was super crowded. And running 13 miles meant I needed a beer
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I left the race bib on because I figured it made it look like there was at least a vague reason I was in a bar looking a sweaty mess in my running shorts.

After my beer I was still hungry, so we went to Hot Lips
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And because I’m part hungry caterpillar, I was STILL hungry. So we went to Plaid Pantry
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I eat a balanced diet.

Real half is less than a month away!

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Spring Break

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This week in Oregon it’s Spring Break.

So we’ve been getting wild and crazy at the Eating Machine household.

Well, so long as taking out a wall and making a new one falls under “wild and crazy” in your world
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My parents were here for a few days, helping with this. Which means the wall will stay up, and my dad has probably given my husband about a dozen new ideas for tools he “needs”.

But there’s more storage in my house now! That’s pretty crazy.

Before my parents got here I got an email with this picture from my mom
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The lighter colored things? Whole chickens. That’s an intense amount of meat.

My husband was very sad that we had to have BBQ for dinner
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I think it also added “smoker” onto the list of things he needs.

I wasn’t complaining either though
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And, in a predictable move, guess what we took my parents out for?

Oh yeah. Pizza and beer.
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Jalapenos, smokey bacon, red onion, and spicy chipotle sauce? Yes please.

But because it’s Spring Break I got all sorts of crazy and had wine instead of beer
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Sharing wine called dominatrix with your mom. Not awkward.

Did you do wild and crazy things for spring break in college?

Not going to lie, despite the general perception that I was about 2 drinks from rehab I never did.

Unless visiting your grandma in Canada counts. Then I was a party animal!

It’s a Fact

Fact: Pizza for date night may not be romantic, but it is delicious, and becoming a habit
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Fact: Since this pizza (Which was amaaazing and garlicy) is from Hot Lips, and Hot Lips is into sustainable and local the pizza was healthy.

Fact: I should never become a nutritionist.

Fact: I ordered a beer called “Girl Beer”
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I felt a little lame when I realized it was called that. But at least it wasn’t pink.

(And yes, pink beer exists. Lookin’ at you McMinnamins)

Fact: If you take me to Cool Moon I will try a million flavors
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(that one was gingersnap cookies and cream!)

because there are a million to try
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but I will always get cinnamon because I have a crush on cinnamon
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Fact: writing about food when you haven’t had breakfast yet means you apparently start to have romantic feelings for things you eat. Awkward.

Sad Fact: I worked at Baskin Robbins for years and years.
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(yes, Baby Brother and I were coworkers) And while it didn’t make me hate ice cream, it means I have a clear limit where I have to stop or I wanna puke (about 5 ounces-and yes, I can tell approximate weight by looking at the scoops. Not weird). So I had to toss some of the ice cream. And then cry. A lot.

Fact: I went hiking

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Fact: Baby Brother says silly things like “it’s not hiking if it’s in your neighborhood”

Fact: if you’re surrounded by trees and cross multiple creeks, it’s hiking. And Baby Brother is full of crap.

It’s a fact.

Date Night

I’m a good wife sometimes.

After sushi for dinner Friday?

I asked the husband if he wanted some Lucky Lab on Saturday.

It was one of those moments where he realized why he married me.

Lucky Lab is a local brewery and pizza spot.

Beer and pizza would be my husband’s dinner every night if it weren’t for his mean mean wife who makes him do things like eat vegetables. So going to Lucky Lab = perfect date night for him.

We live a bit over a mile from a Lucky Lab. Which means it’s walkable. Which means we can get crunk.

Well, as crunk as one can  get in Southwest Portland at least….

Since we walked we figured we should have a drink at a little bar-ish spot nearby  called Journey’s first
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It happens.

Then on to Lucky Lab.
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The paintings had a business card for “pet portraits in oil” under them. I’m so demanding a picture of the cats for my birthday.

We had a salad
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because salad is good for you! It balances out your giant amazing pizza
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This sucker has spicy sauce. It’s heaven.

It’s hard to guess which side was mine, right?

And on way out we found RED VINES
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Why are red vines so good? I don’t understand.
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Know what happens when you’re a good wife? The next day your husband buys you new shoes!

I’ve gotta make a plan for next weekend. I want new jeans too.

 

Tramps like Us…

…baby we were born to runnnn?
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I’ve never been a runner.

Honestly, I’ve never been any sort of athlete.

Unless drinking became a sport and I missed it.  In which case I am an ELITE athlete.

But there have been some mentions lately about running on here.  (like when i ran on vacation last month).  And more if you follow me on twitter.

Yeah, the husband and I started running.

And today?

It was our first 5k.

We got up, had breakfast
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And packed some fruit snacks
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For the road.

Ready to rock this shiz
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But see, we live in Portland.  It rains here.  A lot.

Before we left I looked at the weather.  Our race was at 9 am.  The internets told me 100% chance of rain.

FML.

We took the bus downtown.  Walking the 6 blocks from the bus to the start soaked my shorts
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Sexy!

Thankfully Baby Jesus loves us, and when it was time to line up the sun came out!

We rocked through our 3.1 miles.  After about 2 miles I realized the puddle I’d stepped in getting off the bus was becoming an awesome blister. Fun!

But we finished.  The clock said 36 minutes as we crossed the finish.

Seeing as how we’d been doing 2 mile runs, I was just amazed we made it. Let alone done 12 minute miles.

Races in Portland mean refreshments
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If you watch, not everyone wants their two free beers either.  You can end up with a lot of beers. Whoops.

There was food too.

Healthy, healthy food.
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Life, my friends, is all about balance.

(let’s not argue about if 3 miles of running *actually* balances out several beers, pizza, and wings, ok?  We’ll just pretend it does)

If was an awesome run.

And, when we went to look at the results, we found out our chip time was…. 34 minutes!

Redic.  Absolutely redic.

It’s a good day.

And in a month and a half Baby Brother is coming to visit and do another 5k with us!

Roughin’ It

This weekend, the husband and I went on a trip to Mt Hood.
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Who can prevent forest fires?
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We can prevent forest fires!

The husband had friday off (furlough day) so we got out of town for the night.  We originally were going to stay in a yurt.  You know, rough it a little.  (We lack things like sleeping bags and a tent to actually go camping).

But the yurts booked up.

So…

We reallllllly roughed it

The husband had stayed at The Resort at the Mountain for a conference a few months ago, and they had ballin’ government rates.

So really, it was cheaper than buying a tent.   God wanted us to have running water.

We did pack a lunch for our first meal up there
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Which we ate at Timberline Lodge.  I took a picture of our gorgeous lunch view, but it’s blurry.  Fail.

We had dinner at the Zigzag Inn.
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I was amused by the little phone booth type thing there:

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Zigzag is totally the name of the town.  I want to move there, just so my address will be Zigzag Oregon.

It was great!  We had stellar service.  See this pizza?
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See how it has terrifying (if you’re my husband at least) mushrooms?

We ordered a pizza that normally has ’em, and asked for none on half.  The kitchen messed up and our waitress realized it when she set the pizza down.  We were fine with it (mushrooms are pretty easy to pick off) but she insisted on making us an extra pizza to take home.

I enjoy free food.

We also shared some lasagna
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Soooo much more food than we needed!  (We had salad too.)

And we found a bear!
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I have a thing for fake animals outside restaurants.  It’s not weird at all.

Plus, know how you can tell it was reallllly good?  We found this in the parking lot
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Oh yeah.  We eat where the diplomats eat.

Thoughts on camping?  I really like the idea of it.  But I haven’t went since I was like, 14 or something.  We’re going in a few weeks.  We shall see how that goes.

Blame

I’ve been a terrible blogger!

There are a lot of things I could blame…

Like the sunshine we had recently.  Which resulted in some of this

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And some of this
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(followed up by rain, of course.  Portland, you’re a tease)

I could blame the fact that I’ve been going out to eat too much to  have time to write about eating.  Like my blogger meetups with the lovely Miss Maya last weekend. She suggested going to Blossoming Lotus.  I like to threaten the fiance with making him go to dinner there, but I’ve never done it.  Raw vegan food is a hard sell for an Oklahoma boy.

Maya had the Mediterranean platter
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And I had some raw pizza
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It was yummmmmy.

(The finance had beer and enchiladas at home while watching sports.  Shocking)

In a move that only food bloggers would not find weird, I brought Maya a loaf of Dave’s Killer Bread

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In my purse.  Not weird at all.

I could also blame the fact that I’m trying to clean out the freezer a bit, so I’ve had far too many lunches that look like this

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Garden burger + Dave’s Killer Bread  + hummus + spinach

But the biggest thing to blame?
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This bear-faced kitten who cuddles me so that I’m stuck loving on her instead of doing anything productive.

She’s asleep on my belly right now so that I feel too guilty to move.  I’m a pushover.

(Oh yeah, and that whole “it’s 32 days till I get married” thing.  Eep!  We can blame that too.)

Is it summer outside where you live?  I want full time summer.  Please????