This is the truth: The battle for yourself is the most important!

Sometimes is takes a little more than the big girl panties.

Sometimes is takes a little more than the big girl panties.

This is the truth:  There will be times in your life when just the Big Girl Panties ( Big Boy Boxers) aren’t going to cut it.

Some battles are too important. Any battle for YOURSELF, is the MOST important.

Find those Sparkly BGP,  as Righteous Momma described them the other day, and learn to love  and fearlessly be you!

Happy Monday Lovies!


PS- I just HAD to….


It’s been a banner BGP week here Lovies

Happy Friday Lovies!  This week was interesting.

Father’s Day went well, Babu got a big  banner sign and the ability to stay in bed while The Destroyer and I  fetched breakfast. We worked around the house and then went out to Mexican followed by a trip to see Madagascar 3.  Afro Circus has been stuck in my head all week.

Tuesday brought the  10 year Anniversary of my Dad’s death and a trip to a park for lunch with my Mother, requested by her.  I haven’t spoken much to my family since Thanksgiving of 2010.  There was rudeness from my youngest brother towards Babu as well as a ridiculous scene where my Mother threw my then 8 year old of out her house for being rude to the same Uncle.  I sent MiniMe to apologize as we were all awkwardly leaving and when she came out I asked her what Grandma had to say, her response was “nothing”.    I love my Mother, but she and my brothers are not exactly well versed or very comfortable with emotional things.   I have huge issues with my childhood, most of them are resolved, but isn’t it funny how in moments of anger or misunderstandings we can so easily fall back on our deeply implanted knee jerk reactions?  My Mother and not being “hers”  and thereby not treated as well or loved as much as my brothers is an easy  go to for me.  My solution to that pain has always been to get as far away from “those people” as humanly possible.  Why bother to wish for better relationships that others are seemingly incapable of providing.  Then there was a small scene at my youngest brothers  wedding reception, the only time we have seen them, where my Mother repeated more than once that she couldn’t believe we came. This was after the woman called me and asked us to please sit in the front pew with her so she wouldn’t be alone.  We got up when they released our table for food and quietly walked out the door without a word. I was not going to be a part of something that would mar my new SIL’s day, even if I never talk to her.    I vowed to be completely done at that point. I’ve forced ( yes forced, because they are mad too) the kids to make cards on important occasions, we still send gifts for things. There have been a few awkward  drop offs of stuff for the kids to Babu and an email from her here and there.    The past 2 years have been kind of nice being able to celebrate any holiday however I choose and simply leave them to their own devices.  I didn’t really like the broken relationship, but very much enjoyed the freedom that went with it.

She sent me an email over 3 weeks ago and requested Tuesday’s lunch.  I took a few days to think about it and replied with a simple yes.   Not knowing what her current  emotional state was, I assumed it was going to be something confrontational, or some big news like she was getting remarried, or cutting me out of her will etc..  It was none of those things.  We spent about 30 minutes making small talk about my oldest brothers impending wedding, to which my family is not invited,  what the kids and extended family members are up to etc.  I always prep myself for the worst with my family, it is the one group of people that can strip me of my confidence.   As we were standing in the parking lot ready to leave she asked me, ” So Laura, can we be friends again?”     My response, “ We can try it, but you’re going to have to make up to the kids on your own.”   She seemed surprised they were mad at her. Then I spent the next however many minutes  getting my points out as quickly as possible.  This is how I have discussion with my Mom, she isn’t comfortable with all that open emotional sharing.   We covered the Thanksgiving incident, turns out she had hugged MiniMe and told her it was ok, as well as didn’t mean to be snotty at the wedding.   I  told her we probably should of discussed it  after it happened and  made a barrage of points about how things would have to be moving forward because I am no longer a little girl I am a grown woman of 41. Before she held up her hand with the stop it’s too much signal.  In the past,  I would of pushed for a reconciliation of some kind on my own, the last two years I decided why bother, let them come to me, as you can see it took her a while.

While standing in the parking lot  we covered me telling her I’ve forgiven her for anything she did to me as a kid, because it made me who I am and I now have a MUCH better understanding of how hard parenting really is.  Every  Mothers screws up, some more than others.   I told her  I recognized that finding out I was molested had to rock her, but  there wasn’t anything she could of done about it.  Given our relationship when I was 10-11 I was never going to tell her, for fear she would blame or punish me.  I explained my dislike of the way everyone in my family handled emotions, we don’t have them, show them and we especially don’t talk about them, except me. I can’t keep things in, I have to get things out to feel better.    It is  easy, sometimes too easy, to tell exactly how I am feeling.

The family dynamic was different for my Dad and I.  It took my husband to point out to me several years ago that the rest of family was jealous of the relationship I had with my Dad.  That  Vitamin E was different with me than with anyone else.  I honestly had never figured that out, after I pondered for a long while I agreed he was right.   I slung this back to my Mom on Tuesday with something along the lines of Dad was emotionally connected to me and I’m tired of the rest of you hating me for it.   “You were the only one who could ever communicate with him”,  was Mom’s response.   It’s because at my core I am my Dad. I got my emotions from my ‘real” Mother but the absolute rest of me is all Vitamin E.   What wasn’t passed along in DNA was  taught to me by example  and living with him.  He wasn’t a perfect Dad, there are some areas the man was sorely lacking, but as an adult and a parent now I get it.  He was human.   He loved me, that was enough.

I apologized to my Mom for not reaching out to her  and clarifying what had transpired between she and MiniMe.   MiniMe  inherited my emotional landscape and I was partially trying to protect her from  “them”.  I apologized for being overly sensitive to her remarks at the wedding.  But seriously if people would just have mature adult open honest communications , a lot of bad feelings and unneeded drama could be avoided in  relationships.   It was when I got to the, “I’m not saying there can’t be any more inappropriate reactions (I’m the first person to recognize you cannot control how you feel about something upon initial reaction), but if things like this happen in the future we are going to have to communicate about it”.  That’s when she reached her breaking point and put her hand up.  In the past I would of gotten pissed off that she was shutting me down and pushed harder, but now I can recognize that she just can’t go any further.  There is long mostly ugly with some bright spots history there, but she is trying and as long as she is trying this adult can try too.   I hope I don’t end up regretting this, but I am glad for the closure and renewed peace.

Yesterday, out of the blue, I was suddenly ready to write and  send a long overdue email of forgiveness and owning my screw ups to a friend who horribly violated my trust in multiple ways during the train wreck summer.  I just wanted her to know that I no longer  carried  hate and anger because I could recognize  my personal missteps and the situational issues of the relationship.  I shared my  apologies, let her have it in a respectful way because I’d never done that other than to throw her out of my life when things first came to light, professed my wish for her to have her best life possible because she deserves it and signed off.   Shorty once said that losing a bestie is worse than a boyfriend break-up, I agree and this was my break-up closure letter.   My karmic cleanser.

It’s been a banner week for the BGP,  two pieces of  open emotional business handled, which is good because I need that extra room to tackle my  running plan for the next 4 weeks and the continued adventures in ADHD going on in my home.   Hope you had a great week and  plans to enjoy a fabulous weekend.

Respect the Run: I have running blue balls


I had to/chose to bail 5 minutes into my 8 mile run last night.  My left foot hurt from the first step, and even though it does it sometimes at the beginning of every run it usually goes away, doesn’t bother me for the rest of the run and I have minimal pain afterward.   This is in fact the same foot injury that I swore many weeks ago I would go see Dr. hate for, but never did.  It is also the same foot that hurt for a few days after last week’s 12 miles.  I’m babying it while we are in taper.  I have also not gone to a sports doc about my chronic muscle weakness.  I have a race to run in less than 10 days; forecast is 73 and possible rain, I don’t want to miss.  The next race isn’t until July 22 and if I have a boot or other some such nonsense I will have the luxury of the time to do that and still train for the Rock N Roll.   I managed to get through all of Monday’s very windy 4.0 with no pain and no walking.  My muscles actually felt pretty good yesterday. I ate well, I stretched, I hydrated. I drank my Herbalife Prolong and I packed my cherry extreme sport beans.  I felt emotionally great and ready to run.  I bailed 2 miles into the last 8.0 b/c of muscle and joint soreness. I was going to conquer this 8.0.  In spite of the rain and potential for thunderstorms I was ready and excited for this run.  I needed to enjoy this run.  When I got hyper-focused on my foot pain and made the must be very careful so close to race day and bail decision I had a pretty steady heart rate going.  I wasn’t pissed at myself or disappointed in myself so much as let down that yet another run didn’t pan out.  I was dressed, I was lubed, I put in my part of the  deal why couldn’t my foot cooperate.  As I drove home  not sweaty, spent and proud I had this sort of epiphany that it was like getting all of the foreplay and none of the fun.  I haven’t had a high fiver at the end running high endorphin rush badass pace run in a while.  My confidence is waning because I’m not enjoying running as much this year. Not being able to enjoy it is causing frustration and that frustration further erodes my  mental state on runs.   I have running blue balls! I need a  good hard running O!

You may be wondering why the hell anyone would ever use running and O in the same sentence.  Running is actually not just enjoyable when it is over.  It is often enjoyable during if you can achieve the runner high.  The Runner’s high is a wonderful release of endorphins into your body that trick it into thinking it feels no pain.  It’s hard to explain but I  got them on the treadmill all the time and quite often during last running season.  This year not so much, and maybe that is why I’m not enjoying this year as much, but I am digressing.  It’s when you mind and body take to you this beautiful badass running place.  You can breathe, your heart is steady but pushing it, your body feels loose and everything is at the perfect temperature,  It takes a while to get the running high.  It depends on how it takes your body and mind to release and settle into the running, to connect with it.  Oh once I do I first notice it is a pretty great day for running, then I notice everything on my body seems to be cooperating, then I notice that my splits are steady, then  I start to feel it, it’s like this little ball of achy tension starting to become focused on by my body, It’s almost like all the other parts are strong and start to send their energy up to the spot at the middle of my shoulders, it’s a good ache and it signals the imminent nature of the impending release. This sweet state of running nirvana or my runner’s O  carries me through a few more miles before the  fatigue of running for hours at a time sets in.  On a longer run the high can carry me through miles 5,6 and 7, maybe 8 and 9 with Extreme Cherry Sport Bean  consumption.  On the shorter  runs I hope to get it before mile 2 but it often eludes me until mile 3 or 4. The most I have hoped for lately is to find my knees and just get started into the syncing process when the run is almost over and I’m not going to get through the full O.  I’m not getting to,  foxtrot uniform charlie kilo yeah that was awesome we rocked that high  five after O.  I finally found the source of my frustration!

Unfortunately running isn’t Babu so the responsibility to get my run O on and have the high five moment at the end of my runs is solely resting on me.  It is my job to get myself off while running. I will not make any; good at fapping, jokes, promise. I have ability to control/affect my physical state but the rest is always a crap shoot.  The brain is the most powerful sex organ our bodies possess.  I’m probably still going to run feisty, grumpy, pissed, and stubborn because motivation springs from many places. Where my head is at is more than half the battle so I need to find a way to ease this frustration and re-align my confidence.   So I put on the BGP and listed out some logical points, nothing like logic to get a girl going.

  • It is still early in running season, there are many more highs to come.
  • It could be that my body has adjusted to the running and the highs are coming later, if I’m that desperate for it I can start putting in longer short runs after May
  • I can and will finish next Saturday, in the end my motivation for any race outside of the bragging rights and pride is the bling and I’ll get that medal
  • Sport doc for check up after Mini, still plenty of time to train for Jul 22 if there are 4 weeks of recovery, will make appointment now in prep
  • Massage and chiro on Monday to stretch well before Saturday
  • Massage and chiro on Monday after race for reward
  • Just Breathe!!!



Almost Divorce: Table of Contents

Almost Divorce- Prologue

Almost Divorce- Part 1 And so it begins…

Almost Divorce- Part 2 Craig’s List

Almost Divorce- Part 3 Reddit’s r/gonewild

Almost Divorce- Lies PJ told me

Almost Divorce- Part 4 Make new friends

Almost Divorce- A PJ primer

Almost Divorce- Part 5 Breaking the boundaries

Almost Divorce- The PJ Skype Shenanigans

Almost Divorce- Part 6 GWP; First a note about trolls and creepers.

Almost Divorce- Part 7 Time for a gonewild chat

Almost Divorce Part 8- A note about the Sisterhood;Public vs. Private chat

Time for a BGP self-talk.

Almost Divorce- Part 8.5 Taking a mental health day ❤

Almost Divorce- Part 9 The Timeline

Almost Divorce- Part 10 Parts are parts..until they are attached to people.

Almost Divorce- Part 11 GW Relationships

Almost Divorce- Part 12 Studs in the stable

Almost Divorce- Part 13 And then it happened

Almost Divorce: It’s Just a Fantasy…It’s not the real thing

Almost Divorce- Part 14 PJ Part 2: The roller coaster ride

Almost Divorce – Part 15- PJ Part 3

Almost Divorce Part 16- PJ Part 4

Almost Divorce: PJ and the Delusional Girl aka DG

Almost Divorce- Part 17: PJ Part 5

Almost Divorce- Weekends with PJ

Almost Divorce Part 18: PJ asks for time

Almost Divorce- PJ’s-Lola’s (my) Depression

Almost Divorce- Part 19 PJ Steps it up a notch

Almost Divorce- Part 20 PJ Spoils Lola

Point of Thanks #21-Chef Badass and Ava G; Almost Divorce: Snake on a plane?!?

Almost Divorce Taking a holiday

Almost Divorce Part 21- PJ can’t hold it together for long

Almost Divorce Part 22- PJ severs my heart the first time; New Year new writing

Almost Divorce part 22.5-Oops I forgot an important point

Almost Divorce – The pivotal moment.

Almost Divorce Part 23- PJ comes back

Almost Divorce Part 24- PJ, The Husband,

Almost Divorce- A childish pictorial of how I was different

Almost Divorce Part 25- July

Almost Divorce- The one time PJ looked evil on cam

Almost Divorce Part 26- PJ settles into his identity

Almost Divorce Part 27- Between Two Lungs

Almost Divorce Part 28 The beginning of the end of PJ

Almost Divorce Part 29- The final countdown August begins

Almost Divorce Part 30- I ask God for help Part 1

Almost Divorce Part 31- God Part 2: The WTF have I done moment finally arrives

Almost Divorce Part 32- The best $13 I ever spent, proving PJ is lying.

Almost Divorce Part 33- Darkness Over Day; PJ’s “death”

Almost Divorce Part 34- All you need to know about sociopaths

Almost Divorce Part 35- How The Husband initally became my Sweet Babu

Almost Divorce Part 36: The change begins inside of YOU

Almost Divorce Part 37- Baby Steps

Almost Divorce- Part 38 Communication

Respect the Run: Kicked the 15k’s a$$, BTW I chafed my gooch & I <3 female runners, and Babu

The SIL asked what “HAM”  was, it’s “Hard as a Mofo” from this..

We are going to start today’s post out with some TMI. We haven’t nearly enough TMI since the AD story finished and I for one, think we are WAY past due.  This morning, while I was kicking the ass of a 15k I was afraid of less than 12 hours ago, I chafed my gooch.  Yes, my  gooch, my taint, that very tender narrow pass between your honey boo boo and where your dude is always trying to put it.   I know you are asking “how do you know?”. I know because when I went to lower myself gingerly without any cussing and settle demurely in the ice bath my brain promised my muscles at mile 8.0 if  they would just go “HAM” for the next 20 minutes it would reward them with a luxurious 20 minutes in freezing  cold water.  You laugh at this run on  of all run on sentences, but I’m  not done with this run on thought so the joke is on you…Ha!  The kind of freezing cold water that starts to give you hypothermia, the kind of freezing cold water that I must sometimes  scooch my toes all the way out as far as I can, but only as far as to still be covering my big toe knuckle thingy where it joins my foot, which BTW always leaves my pinkie toe still mostly submerged. I worry about what this says of the freakishness of my feet and toes, as my feet and toes are in my opinion fat, pudgy and ugly, and I feel yucky about them only slightly more so than my ankles.  They are the yin to the yang of my narcissistic obsession with my glorious naturally curly hair and light greenish/brownish but mostly green eyes.  Oh crap,  we are back to my eyes and hair and off my gooch.  Back to my gooch.  I know I chafed my gooch because as I was lowering myself into previously mentioned ice bath i felt that horrible awful stinging of water on chafed skin.  You may also recognize this as what it felt like when you nursed and got a chafed nipple and didn’t figure it out until you went to get your once every 3-4 days shower for 5 minutes of the baby isn’t crying time.  It’s.. i kind even describe it.  Remember those Indian Sissy Burns  we used to give ourselves with pencil erasers as kids? It Feels like that only multiplied by a factor of  some sort of equation of the size of the burn times the area the burn is in.  Oh? You never did that as a kid? Well then I feel badly for you because now you don’t know  what  chafing feels like.  IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!  Unfortunately chafing is also one of those runner injury badass mofo thing that no one tells you about until you get one for the first time and wonder WTF do I have cancer? For the record,  this did not happen to my but to a runner buddy in our Y training group.  When I got my first chafing injury I knew EXACTLY what it was. I nursed two children on one boob.   That is why one is about a full cup size bigger than the other one. It’s one of those weird quirks of my breast besides their size that made them so “popular” on the internet. Oh look it’s the trifecta, I have now mentioned my hair, eyes and boobs. Let me throw in that I am putting bling jeans on my ass and shaking it tonight t o close out the four horsemen of the Lolapocalypse and then I promise to stick to mundane running parts from now on.  As soon as I am done talking about my gooch,  I am almost done I promise.  Chafing happens to men and women runners and can crop up in the oddest of places. I get it often on the underside of my arm or arms where t-shirt or my running band rub. It can crop up on your inner thighs when you wear a running skirt, unless you have factory air/hardwood floors, and if you do I salute you and covet your well shaped legs and ass.  I don’t think I had factory air when I was 17 and weighed 121 pounds.  The good news is they make a great product called Body Glide that you can rub on all of those tender vulnerable areas and voila, no chafing.  I go through about a stick a season. I pick them up for about $6-10 at the Dick’s or local running store.  If you, like me, forget to use the Body Glide and wear a pair of newer pants you have only previously put 4 miles in, just put Aquaphor on the affected area until it heals. DO NOT RUB LOTION ON IT!!!!!!!!!!   And that Lovies, ends the first TMI portion of my running post today.

I woke up  over and hour early for the 15K race today. 4;45 am, on the dot.  I do it before almost every single big event  morning of my life.  It seems to be my body clock’s panic alarm clock base time.  I stayed calm and followed my ritual for when this happens.  I kept my eyes closed, worked on relaxing and stretching my legs. I tried to breath deeply and just rest, not obsess about going back to sleep.  I trained myself to do this when the kids were babies. I should say I  MiniMe trained me to be this way she she was a horrific not ever sleepy always pissed off infant.  I think some parents call that colic, In our house we called it 2 hour shifts so the baby doesn’t die and/or the parent literally loses sanity.  I also used this time to have a BGP talk with myself about the Race. It was only a race. I will be running 10,0 on Wednesday. I get to earn an ice bath. Hey maybe my legs aren’t as tight as they have been. I will run the whole thing. i am not sick so it can’t be as bad as the 10K.  etc…  It must of worked because when I got up I felt pretty alert and not too stumbly.  I made my waffle,  drank about 16oz of water, got dressed and started to stretch. Babu and I picked up bibs on Thursday so we weren’t leaving until about 1:15 before the race. I drank my Herbalife Prolong pre workout drink thing, another 16 ounces on the way there and about 30 minutes before the race I ate a packet of Cherry Beans with Caffeine.  I stretched more right in the garage and before the race as we lined up, When we started  I felt pretty good. I  would say I felt great, but I was hypersensitive to my legs and probably cost myself a good 20% in confidence.   On this course we always get a point within a mile or so in where one of the loops has the  race leaders running. As soon I see them I get goose bumps every time.  They are easily on mile 4ish. the race time was 17:xx in. Seventeen minutes and they have completed the first loop.  As soon as I see them I start looking for the first girl. because sooner than some jack hole around me every time thinks, there is going to be one soon.  And she is going to be in front of plenty of men who are also seriously fast.  As soon as I see her i get  overwhelmed with emotion, every single time.  As soon as I see one I start to look for more, as the packs come racing past my  barely sub 12:00 pace each one will be filled with more and more girls.  There are some seriously committed athletes in those packs.  I’m not saying I’m a running slouch, but you don’t get to that pace without dedicating yourself to the training required to make your body, your heart, and your lungs obtain and maintain that  speed over distance.  Each time I see those glorious role models of this sport I am so absolutely insanely in love with I get so filled with emotion I start to cry a little bit.  I might have tears just writing about it now. I start to tear up and my pace starts to pick up. I start to run faster and faster and my will, which is 70% of the running battler, is buoyed by their mere presence.  I’m the crazy curly haired chubby older lady screaming “GET IT GIRL” at that first female runner every single time.  I want her to know what she and every one of those ladies behind her do for me.  They help me run faster and stick it  to that one due in every race, without fail, you gets all offended when I am outrunning him and suddenly starts pumping up his game to keep up or catch up.  Every time without fail we leave him in the dust.  Babu gets the biggest kick out of it and has started pointing them out to me when he finds them. He found today’s dude and started laughing. “he’s worried about you”, he told me.

Today’s Mantra was “Get This”, ” I Got This” and a lot of ” It’s just a little hill, it will all be over soon”. We ran well and hard mile after mile. I had to pee at Mile 2,  we got water and did the swish and spit. I allow myself to walk for water and I just kept pretending I only had to run to the next check point and I could get a little break.  I wanted to run well today.  I wanted a sub 12:00 race.  within 4-5 miles it looked very  possible.  When I was able to hold to mile 8 I just knew I could put in the  work to get 20 more minutes out of my body and get to the 9.6 before 2 hours.  Babu was an amazing runny partner this morning. No spats and he did a good job of keeping an eye on my pace. He is always the one who snaps me out of my first female runner crazy emotion driven super fast pace.  You’re running way outside your pace is his cue for that one.  He was pushing me today and I knew it. I didn’t mind because he has to downgrade his pace  to stay with me and that is actually more work for him than running at his naturally faster pace.   My internal goal has always been that I would grow and strengthen as a runner to get to a 9 minute mile over a 13.1.  That would be nirvana for me.  At mile 8.o I promised my muscles an ice bath if they went “HAM” for me  for the next 20 minutes and helped us to finish with a pace under 12:00.   They did.   We  rocked that run.  That is the longest I have ever run without doing any walking.  I’m no longer afraid of the 10.0 on Wednesday.

I Hope you all enjoy your Easter weekend  Lovies. I’m going to take a nap and go listen to a band play with SIL, Baker and Fun Size later.