Peyton Marie Peykoff ...

One of my closest friends from Baylor brought her first little munchkin into the world early this morning.

Oh how I miss my long hair so ... I'm working on it friends.  And I'm tanner.  There are just better things about me all 'round in this picture.  I was in Cabo for goodness schakes!

I was SO very excited to hear about this little one's announcement into the world, not only because I love Megan SO very much, but also because Megs didn't find out what she was having (much to many of our dismay, ha, not being able to buy countless pink or blue things has been hard!) and we were VERY curious if it was a boy or girl Peykoff.  Well, she is a girl and a BEAUTIFUL one at that!!!

Best friends at Meg's Texas shower!

And here she is with her momma and her auntie La!

Megan has SO much more patience than me.  There is NO WAY I would be able to wait to find out the sex.  Mainly because the poor child's nursery would look like this ...

... I'm kidding.  It wouldn't get that bad.  I hope this is no one that reads my blog's nursery.  Surely it's not.  Anyways, that is NOT the case with this stylish chic mommy.  Please take a gander at what this precious baby's new digs look like.  AH-MAZING.

... I mean seriously.  I'm strongly considering asking Megs if I can move in with them.  I think I could STAND California ... if I had to.  Wink, wink. 

So welcome to the world precious one.  You have a princess palette of a room, perfect amazing parents, and one of the prettiest names to suit one of the prettiest little girls.  You have a LOT of people that love you, even ones that haven't met you yet.  I can't wait to meet you Peanut Peykoff!!!

Congrats Danny and Megs!!!

A Little Christmas From A Four Legged Friend ...

Since I don't have much time for a post today, I am going to leave you with this video.  Because I think it's precious.  And because I want this sweet puppy.  Bow wow wow wow wow, bow wow wow wow (that's supposed to go along with fa la la la la, in case you didn't catch that, which is likely ...)

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Oh Wally World, Oh Wally World, You Are So Scary at Christmas Time ...

That was to the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree" if you didn't catch that.  I'm going to back up to last Saturday for a bit.  We have a little boy that we are sponsoring his angel tree.  Matt is his mentor and they gave us the opportunity to do so.  Being that Matt has to work pretty much all day on Saturday, my mission was to get the gifts on his tiny list and get out of Walmart alive.  Or at least sane.  By the time I got to Walmart on Saturday, I had run several other errands, one being to go downtown and get our race day packets for the half, which, if you live in Dallas, you know to go downtown is ... scary.  And I worked there for 3 years!  It may just be me, but parking, driving and generally going anywhere down there, especially that I'm not familiar with, freaks me out.  There are one-way streets everywhere, so ONE wrong turn and BAM, you're facing another car.  Eeek!!!  So, I usually have a mini panic attack.  And I am sure my hubs is rolling his eyes right now reading this.  But thankfully he took me for better or for worse and my over-reacting is, unfortunately, one of my worses (I know it's not a word).  SO that's all to say that by the time I got to Wally World, I was tired.  So I may not have been completely rational at this point.  Anyways I start my shopping for what's on the list.  After an hour an a half of searching, hunting and encountering some very ... strange ... characters ... I went to look for one of the last items.  I have this habit/problem with not taking my basket with me.  If I need to go to a different isle, and it's close-ish to where I am currently, I leave my basket in that isle and wander over to where I need to look.  I grab what I need and take it back to my basket.  After doing this for the um-teenth time I came back to put my latest item in the cart.  But it was no.where.to.be.found.  Of course I was devastated because I'd spent an hour and a half collecting all these items, PLUS it was the day before the race and we NEEDED to go to bed (in my head) at 8 pm and it was now 8:15 (again, over-reaction rears it's ugly head).  I automatically  think "WHAT kind of person TAKES SOMEONE'S BASKET!?!?  It's Christmas people, how terrible can you be!?!?"  And don't worry, I am now involving all shoppers in a 15 ft radius of me in my freaking out over the Walmart scandal of the century.  So, I grab one of the Wally World workers and ask her, is there any way she can radio around (what?) to see if anyone took a basket-full of stuff and was proceeding to put it away.  She looked at me, a little funny mind you, but was sweet enough to say "let's go to the front and see if anyone took it up there" ... so I sigh and say "okay, thank you" and before she starts to lead me that direction, she looks over to a basket, in the middle of the main lane, and says "Is that it?" I look at it and say "No, that's not it, I checked" sighing again and thinking (is she crazy, of COURSE it's not, does she think I'm mad?).  So then we start to walk to the front, which is in the direction of the basket in the MIDDLE OF THE MAIN LANE, and I glance at it as we're walking and realize. That it is.  In fact.  My basket.  I looked at the sweet girl that was being so kind and obliging me in my craziness and say "oh my goodness, that IS, in fact, my basket" and then I apologized and told her I had lost my mind.  Which was close to the truth.  She laughed and told me it was time to go home.  And she was right.  RIGHT after I went to Target to look for the last few items that I couldn't find at Walmart.  Which were probably there, I just couldn't find them because my mind wasn't functioning properly.  After leaving Walmart I also vowed that I will always (like I did this year) buy all my gifts online.  If I, of all people who loves to shop more than most things in life, hate the mall and/or any place involving purchases at Christmas, it MUST be bad.  Don't worry Wally World, any other time of the year I DO love you so.  With your strange shoppers and all (this time I think I contributed to the "strange shopper" category)  I can find groceries, electronics, a cute top (now that Miley Cyrus has a line, but GRACIOUS it runs small) AND home decor.  All in the same store.  And that, my friends, was my ode'/rant to Walmart.

I'll leave you with something that has NOTHING to do with Walmart (because I think all posts should have at least ONE picture), my boyfriend (i.e. my Koda bear who keeps me company when I'm a work widow - my poor husband and these crazy hours during the holidays, bleh) laying his sweet face on my lap.  Because he wanted some of my Pei Wei.  Which I ate while watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on VOD (Verizon customers know what this is - it's like PPV) last night.  Only thing that would've made it better was having my mister there.

How can you say no to that sweet face!?!?  Heart.Breaker.

My Attempt at Christmas Craftyness ...

Remember like 85 posts ago I told you I was going to be making a fun Christmas craft with my Mamo?  Well we FINALLY finished.  It took a few weekends of glue, macaronis, PATIENCE and good ideas.  We started out with 2 (I only have a picture of the 1st one, the 2nd one is SO much better, but hasn't had the finishing paint touches done, pictures will be posted when it has) styrophoam tree-shaped objects.  My Mamo was in a women's club.  When their husbands were off travelling or working or in some cases, fighting the war, they would get together and make things.  Is that not just so fun!?!?  I would love to have a group of girls that met once a week/every couple weeks/month to have an outlet for their creativity!  I know I need one or else my house ends up with 800 holes in the walls as a result from me moving something I've hung 15 minutes before because I find somewhere else I think it looks cute (sidenote - this drives my mister NUTS!  you'd think I was plucking out his toenails he hates it so much!)  Anyways, they made these macaroni Christmas trees and sold them for charity.  My Mamo's trees were SO good that Neimans asked her to make one for their store!  She was originally THRILLED to have the honor, until they told her they wanted it 10 feet tall.  And then she thankfully declined.  And you will see why when I show you this picture.  Because it would've taken her til the following Christmas to get it done.  Now, mind you, this is my FIRST attempt, my second is MUCH better and well I'll let the picture speak for itself ... (and the "look! there I am!" is referring to my reflection in the mirror, not the tree speaking)

When we started we were trying to glue the macaronis on the slippery styrophoam.  They were NOT havin' it.  So then my clever Mamo got the idea to cover the styrophoam (I have no idea if I'm spelling this right, why oh WHY doesn't blogger have spell check!?!  And if it does, someone tell me where to find it!) with paper and THEN glue the boogers on.  And it WORKED!  Which was a good thing because MAN was I about to get frustrated as all GET OUT and throw all the macaronis in a pot and make me lunch!  I can't wait to post the picture of the other one.  It has gold beads wrapped around it, a gold star stuck in the top (which this one will have eventually as well) and a MUCH better pattern.  But I'm pretty proud of this little guy, being my first one and all.  Plus I like the curly macaronis.  I think it looks like tree branches.  So there you go.  There is my attempt and Christmas craftyness.  When I'm done I'm going to place them on a mirrored glass thing or possibly put greenery around the bottom.  We'll see.

Oh and PS - If you're reading this, and you haven't yet, and you want to give me a Christmas present, deck my halls and be a follower, fa la la la la, la la la la :0)

STRESS

WOW today, I just had a math unit test and a chemistry unit test.
It's raining outside and it feels gloomy and dark inside.
My eyes feels hot and watery.
Why you might ask?
Stress. That's why.
Stress because of my lack of self-control.
Stress because of my constant procrastination.

I might of shed a single drop of tear, for the failure of my chemistry test, but I was also relieved that it was over. Prior to today, I pulled an all nighter to study for math. The outcome was good, but it was at the expense of my chemistry mark. If I ever want to be a pharmacist, I need to get my chemistry mark up. I have 70s in both math and chemistry, things are looking bad.
I know what I must do. Block youtube, block facebook, block blogspot, and all the other websites I visit too often. Yes, it’s the only way. I can’t keep up with all my school work if I spend all my time online; wasting my time online.

I’m not here to say that’ll I’ll be gone forever, because that extremely hard for me to do. I plan on easing my way out, slowly; bit by bit. I’ve already taken action last week, but it seems like it wasn’t enough. I’ve downloaded an add-on for my firefox, which will allow me to set a time limit or when to block certain website. It’s currently set to block all my favourite websites from 4-6pm, then from 8-12pm from Monday to Thursday. That will give me enough time to enjoy myself after school, the a break from 6-8pm for me to rest from my homework. Hopefully this will work out fine.

Like I mention before, this blocking thing doesn’t seem to work yet, due to the fact that I thought I can rest during the weekend so I didn’t block anything at that time. Though it was a generous thought, I failed to consider my 2 unit tests on Monday and let my procrastination get the best of me. It seems I need a bit of adjusting to my blocking.
I will think of something later, because this week, is the last week of school before the winter break!

I think I will end it here. I don’t want to go into the sad events that are to come. Ending on a happy note is nicer for both you and I. I’ll continue this some other time though, when I want to vent publicly on my blog that no one reads :)

A picture taken on the night of my semi formal dance. I caked the makeup on :)

Rockin' the Rock!

Well.  We did it (as most of you know).  We ran 13.1 miles, WITHOUT stopping I might add.  My husband is a ... motivator ... you would say.  He's the type of person that kills themselves to say they did it and to prove to themselves they can, and I'm the type that makes up excuses to stop, or go slower, or take the easy way.  I wish I was the other type but alas, I am not.  My mister balances me out though.  And pushes me to do things I can't.  Just FYI, if you ever do the White Rock 1/2 or full, the first 5 miles is FULL of hills.  Lovely.  On one of the last hills I remember thinking to myself "Oh my gosh, I'm not going to be able to finish this thing.  These hills are going to ruin it for me!" (mind you, I had trained for the WHOLE thing indoors on a treadmill, I maybe ran outside 3 times and it was 4 mile runs, nothing near long distance) and then, I look up and all the sudden this tiny little marathon woman is running in front of us, and she has on a running shirt that, on the back says, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" Phil 4:13.  And that did it.  I knew I could finish.  I knew I could do it.  Just from that tiny lady in the red running shirt with the Bible verse on the back.  Let me tell you it's the most rewarding thing to finish one of those.  13.1 miles now doesn't seem like that big a deal next to all those people that went for the 26.2.  But it was a big deal to a person that always says "I could never do that" and "I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff" ... well, I can and I did do it.  And I THINK I'm going to do it again soon.  I'm not sure I'm a full-type of girl (Matt is wanting to do a full), but these halves are pretty dang addicting.  And I'm so SO glad to have done my first with my husband.  It is something I will never forget, and I will never forget that he was right there, by my side, telling me I could do it, and to keep going, and that I was doing great, when everything from my thighs down were aching with pain and screaming that I couldn't.  I have a wonderful mister.  And I'm SO thankful for him.  Now, if I could just walk normal again, that would be fantastic.  Here are some pics of us (I didn't take many because, GUESS what happened ... the camera died, OF course)  Plus, Matt is not too fond of chronicling every event that happens in our life unlike me.  He gives me a ... ahem, hard time ... whenever I want to take pictures.  Sooner or later he'll give up that fight.  I hope ...

(freezing our fannies off I might add, 70 degrees my rear!)

(pardon the no make-up, nasty post 13.1 mile look, sick)

And when we finished we ate this ...

here ...

It was our reward.  I will run another half marathon 20 times if that is my reward again.  1/3 lb burger with swiss cheese, mushrooms and onions with FRINGS (if you don't know what those are, you must get some ASAP, they are onion rings and fries in one order, gorgeous) yes please!

And that.  Is all I got.  In the way of pictures that is.  Sad huh?  My next half will be picturific, don't you worry!  Thanks for all your support and well-wishes!  You guys ROCK (hee, get it ... ?  White Rock?  I know I'm ridiculous, I just can't help myself)

 

Weekend Schmeekend ...

We had A LOT of fun this past weekend.  Friday night was my company Christmas party which was a BLAST.  We stayed far too late, and it probably wasn't smart considering we had a 1/2 marathon to run on Sunday (today, yay!) but we had a really, REALLY fun time.  It was at the NYLO Hotel, which is this hotel that is randomly in the middle of Plano but looks like something straight out of downtown.  Very "W"-esque.  Here are a few pictures from the night ... and no, they don't have writing on them, nor are they touched up.  Oh and PS - if any of you are going to be seeing me at any Christmas parties soon, I will probably be wearing the same thing.  It's new, and holiday-ish and I need to get some use out of it.  So either people will have to stop reading my blog, or I'm going to have to stop posting pictures for fear of people seeing "outfit repeats"  I like posting pictures and I don't want you to stop reading my blog, so hopefully you all won't mind.  Hope that doesn't bother anyone.  :0) 

Matt, me, Carrie and Eric ...
 (dang flash, anyone know how to get rid of that?)

Matt and his two girls (ha) while playing pool ...

Me and Andrea, a sweet coworker of mine :)

And there are more pics ... but probably not blog-appropriate.  Some people got a hold of my camera if you know what I'm sayin'?

Yesterday we did nothing, went to be early-ish (for a Saturday night) to prepare for our 1/2 marathon we had to be up for this morning at 6am!  Speaking of, it went GREAT.  I can officially not feel anything from my knees down, my butt feels (and I wished looked) tighter than it's ever felt in my life.  I have a cramp the BACK of my thigh (no idea how that works) and I am TIRED.  But it was SO inspiring and I THINK I might be hooked on halves.  Matt wants to go on to do a full ... I'm CONSIDERING it, but thinking I'll stick to halves.  But more on that tomorrow.  Happy Sunday everyone!!!