- For the second year in a row, my team made the playoffs in our Keeper($) Fantasy Football League. Although my dependence on the Tom Brady/Rob Gronkowski combo seemed like it was going to destroy me earlier in the season (thanks a load for those 9 points in week 7, Touchdown Tommy), they pulled together when the time came and got me the wins I desperately needed. This team is the one (of three) with which I most concern myself. I'm doing terribly in the Free Family League, and I need many things to fall into place in order to secure a playoff spot in the winner-take-all League of Mostly Couples. Unfortunately, my brother-in-law needs to beat his brother this week to push me ahead in the standings in that league, and, well, that might take a Thanksgiving miracle.
|BIL's appropriate team pic|
- Cupcake (formerly known as Baby) is thoroughly obsessed with The Fox song. She prefers the live on Jimmy Fallon's show version to the original, because she likes pointing at the horse with the Ylvis guys. She asks to watch it multiple times each
hourday, sings along ("pa pa pow"), and dances. It's pretty stinkin' cute.
- Rip Claw (formerly known as 6 y.o.) earned his Bobcat rank in Cub Scouts. I got to paint his cute little face during the presentation ceremony at the pack meeting. Charming (formerly known as Husband, because he's like my Prince and my Jax Teller all in one charming package) and I are pretty new to the whole scouting deal, and still a little hesitant. We like the values they teach, and Rip Claw enjoys the activities a lot. We're not entirely sure, though, that we're getting our money's worth. It seems like a lot of expense, time, and effort are going in to securing tangible recognition that he's learned things we have taught him since he was born. The leaders talk a lot about scouting being a family oriented program, but it is really difficult for us to participate in many of the events as a family, and I feel like we're ostracized if we complete assignments or activities just as a family, without the den. Oh, and then there's the lightly blanketed racism that seems to pervade everything scouting-related...but that's a subject for a different post. And they also seem prejudiced against those of us who don't sew or iron.
|First time in uniform a couple months ago.|
- I'm running again! I've been slowly building my weekly mileage up, and including lots of walking each time I hit the road. I also was treated to a therapeutic massage recently, which helped with the lingering soft tissue pain around my healed stress fracture. I already shared some of the lessons I learned from my injury, but I feel like I'm also applying even more intelligence and thought to my running regimen than ever before. I'm keeping track of how much water I drink, and meeting my goal of at least 100 oz/day. I'm strength training, with concentration on my core, hips, and quads. I've been practicing yoga. Perhaps my favorite change, though, has been the addition of these dynamic stretching workouts after running.
|Miranda Esmonde-White doesn't know it, but I love her. She makes me want to hug my television.|
- I tweet! Follow me, if you please. I am @Rhi_Tweeter.
- My Alma Mater has an Ah-Mah-Zing football team this year. U! C! F! Whooooo!
- Nightmares have been going around at our house. A couple of nights ago, Rip Claw slept in our bed after a bad dream, which has never happened before. Last night, I had a terrifying dream about the Governor from The Walking Dead wherein he was tearing the heads off of people (not zombies) with a hook, and hunting down me and the other members of my group.
- I'm currently reading 3 books. 1 for regular book club:
|Turns out, rock star stereotypes are sometimes quite accurate.|
1 for mini book club:
|Page 1, I decided to hike the Appalachian Trail. Then, changed my mind somewhere around page 1 1/2.|
1 to satisfy my inner sci-fi geek:
|Better than the first (so far) and the "There Goes The Galaxy" was pretty grand.|
- Let's see...is there anything else important that I should share? Hmm. Oh! Yeah. I registered for my second first marathon. Did anyone else just stop breathing for a second? No? Just me, then. If two marathons could be complete opposites, my first first and my second first are such. This one is in its inaugural year, local, without rock bands (although I think it would be great if they hired some local bands to provide music along the lovely course) and without several thousand of the participants that ran in Savannah. It's going to be great. It's going to be great. It's going to be great.
|It's going to be great.|
Perhaps my chant should instead be: "I will not get injured. I will not get injured. I will not get injured."
I know I haven't offered much advice in this post, but please feel free to comment with any questions you have about my areas of expertise, like barely making fantasy football playoffs, running hesitantly, sleeping on the couch or not at all after scary dreams, and... um... reading! Oh, and if you need to know every single lyric of The Fox song, I can help.