It’s Monday again. It is Thanksgiving week. I am going for two cups of coffee today. Maybe snort some pixie stix too. It could only help at this point.
I haven’t had this tired of a Monday in a while. I suppose that’s what all the traveling this weekend did to me. And all the baby holding. You will be relieved to know that the baby is still alive and well after the holding.
Just waiting to misplace my hands and cause her head to pop off.
After I successfully didn’t kill my godchild, I finally completed the run for which I have been training. Remember, that was why I was going to the gym so much. No attractive males involved there.
You will be happy to know that I thought of some of you while I was there.
When I asked the lady working this tent if Ericka Clay was around, she looked at me all WTF-like. I was confused, because I thought she would be there for sure.
I thought this was a really rad sign.
There are a few of you who I think will enjoy this (for the record, this is not me).
Before you ask, the answer is yes. I was walking the grounds of Color Run alone with my phone taking pictures of unsuspecting girls’ butts. It’s an old hobby. I also witnessed my very first female grown mustache for Movember via a Quizno’s sandwich artist. Actually, now that I recall, it was a chin-beard and wasn’t for Movember at all. It was, however, impressive. She had less than zero fucks to give.
I will get into more detail of my experience with the color run at a later date, like after I snort enough pixie stix dust to get me through the holidays. In my last post, I promised a mustache reveal today. I am a filthy liar. There will be no such reveal. Until Wednesday that is. Shit happens. You are all too busy having beers with my dad anyway.
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What if some other blogger was there with her cell phone, taking a picture of YOUR butt? Food for thought.
I quite enjoy that thought actually. They don’t call them ASSets for nothing.
Shake what your momma gave ya!
Hope your week has improved. And yes, Mondays are unpleasant.
Thank you, it certainly has!
do i know erica clay?
If you don’t, I feel bad for you.
oh crap. another christmas card i’m not getting. also, when you finish parts 2 and 3, let me know how much your opinion of me changes.
I was in the port-a-potty!! And you are amazing. But you know that already.
I knew you were close by.
You inspire me. Not to run, but to snort candy and not kill babies. It’s a new beginning.
I have found my purpose in life Sara. I believe in you.
Laugh out loud funny, Becca! You have a nice flair for words and a clever mind for using them. Excellent. Enjoyed it all! HF
Of course, it’s not as good as the post about your dad, but, still, pretty good! HF
Why thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it. Next thing I know my dad is going to show up with his own blog about unconventional food pairings or something. At least I know he will be successful. Ha!
Your dad rocks! (and is fabulous!) HF
Becca – if I can manage to hold a baby without its head falling off – you certainly can do it!
Congrats on your run ~ happy Pixie Stick snortage….
Thanks Ma’am. If you can successfully hold a baby, you can rule the world. Yay!
I managed to never forget my baby on the roof of my car – and now one awarded me…
You deserve a metal or something. Definitely.
Or a mustache… oh wait – I’ve been awarded that…
Congrats on finishing the race! And on taking the last picture! It takes a very confident woman to run like that.
I miss pixie stix.
Agreed! I miss them too. Especially the jumbo sized ones. Sugar highs for weeks.
Strewth, What’s a pixy stick, or shouldn’t I asdk?
What is strewth? Or shouldn’t I ask?
(Strewth) Bloody hell, what’s a pixy stick
Candy, but more accurately, pure sugar in a straw.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d15qN0ZcXmc/TOxYmQOvY7I/AAAAAAAAA1M/UTzmSEBrNFM/s1600/candy_pixy_sticks.gif
That last picture – disturbing. She RAN like that? Ugh.
Also, hope the color run was AWESOME! (Sorry there was a lack of attractive males.)
Yes Jillian, I thought the shorts were pretty dangerous to run in, and also hilarious in a -why would anyone where that- sort of way!
Thanks!
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I read the title as “Titties Are For Days That Aren’t Monday”
I was disappointed in Monday.
You would. I am not disappointed in your comment.
Nice job all the way around! That photo of you and your godchild is so great! Really, it’s like a poem…so much said there.
Thank you. That’s really a lovely thing to say.
Nice work girrrrrl!
Though I don’t see what’s wrong with saying ‘rad’, I may have just used it in a sentence in my most recent post describing my friend as ‘rad’. Not cool? Doesn’t matter–I’m in THAILAND
You can say anything and be “in” when you are in a foreign country, because it means your cultured and shit.
I’m glad the babies head was ok. What if you had been caught taking butt photos? That would’ve been awkward. You would’ve said, “ITS FOR MY BLOG! OK?!” And their WTF faces would’ve been priceless. Congrats on the run. I need to get back into it.
I blame a lot of things on my blog. Like someone asked me why Jack is missing a mustache shaped chunk of hair. I said, “it’s a blog thing”. They shut up instantly. Try it sometime.
Hmmmmm.. You give me so many good ideas!
Very cool pics, Becca! The opening was sweet: you look very natural – don’t freak out at that statement – holding your godchild.
As for the closing pic: I think you disappointed a few people by using a ringer…
I think I just started sweating. Me? Natural with a baby? Next thing you know I am going to start singing lullabies. We can’t have that!
I think an upcoming video post will make up for any disappointments, because there will be a long john cameo of course.
Long john cameos rule! As long as you’re wearing them, that is…
You will have to wait and see!
You ran a marathon. For fun. By choice. Wow. I am both impressed and horrified.
I swear the whole time I was thinking, “Yep, it’s offficial. I am ‘mature’”. It WAS scary.
You’re my hero.
Did you say something? Couldn’t hear over your dad.
Sure, it’s all fun and games in the beginning, but just wait until he tries to sleep on the bar floor drowning out the music with his snores after three beers. Then what La La? Don’t call me is all I am saying.
hahaha, that’s when I sneak out…
I’ve never done lines of Pixy Stix but I might start now. As for taking photos of women’s butts, hey, everyone needs a hobby. I’m not judging.
I can photograph yours if you like. Always classy, never trashy.
Deal. Mine prefers to be backlit.
Not a problem. I am flexible.
Congrats on your race, Becca. Yay!! That’s a beauty of a picture with your godchild. You’ve inspired me. Perhaps, I’ll do the Turkey Trot.
You should Amy! It really gave me a sense of accomplishment. Thanks for the compliment.
Love your priorities on the Color Run – congratuwotsits for doing that. Also that picture of you with goddaughter is cutilicious.
Love pixie stix, haven’t had any for ages, I’m kinda nostalgic
Thank you very much. Kinley is her name and I am pretty sure she makes the photo more cutilicious than me.
Congratulations on your run, Becca! Your picture with your godchild is really sweet. … I’ve never said rad, but I used to say “groovy” and “man” a lot. Sometimes together.
I still say “man” a lot. Man.
Thanks for being so sweet.
Ummm…you mean MY DAD is having beers with your dad while I sit alone with my `princess coffee`. Way to generalise Becca!
Nice to know I`m not the only girl who can grow a stach. Unlike Ms. Chin Beard though, I kinda give a couple of fucks.
I would give every single fuck. She seemed pretty “whatever” about life in general though. Happy enough, just “whatever”.
“She had less than zero fucks to give.”
Holy crap, that single line has made my entire day. Funny. As. Hell.
So glad I could do that for you. You should try it, she sure looked happy.
Pixie Sticks = tears to my eyes.
Haven’t had one of those in ages.
Here, have a hankie.
Congradumulations on finishing your race! Hopefully some cool swag and/or medal. Oh, and you should probs just dump the pixie stix in your coffee and report back to me on how that goes.
I already snorted them all
. Thanks for the congradumulations!
Pixie stix are awesome…
I’ll save a few for you too, but I am drawing the line there. You and Mo-Mo are the only ones who can dip into my stash.
If you draw lines of pixie stix dust it’s easier to snort. So thanx!
Check your e-mail before you start snorting.
It is a well known fact that Erika Clay is ninja-like in her infiltration skills. I’d have been very surprised if they knew she was there. (If they did spot her, I’m sure she bought there silence with a threat of a repeat of the 1986 fondant debacle.)
(Scary stuff.)
Can’t wait to hear the tale of your color run!
And remember, friends don’t let friends snort pixie stix.
Alone.
I didn’t think about that, but you are probably correct. So stealth.
I have some stix stashed away for you too.