Over the Memorial Day weekend a co-worker talked me into running the Color Vibe.

The Color Vibe is a little race {and by little I mean massive} ran across the nation where, while running, people throw colored chalk/starch at you. 

I was hesitant to do it for several reasons. One, I had only ran once in 2014. And two, I kinda secretly {okay, not so secretly} hate participating in novelty runs. 

"What is a novelty run?" you ask. It is any run that tricks you into running ... all versions of the Color Vibe, Dirty Dash, Zombie runs, etc. 

"Why do you hate novelty runs?" you ask. Well, because us pure runners have a difficult time when our sport is "tainted". I run just to run ... not to have things thrown at me nor to roll around in mud. Those others things just seem to get in the way of actually running, no? :)

Buuut, I am still uber glad I did the Color Vibe. I mean, look how much pink stuff they gave me!

Given, I had to pay for all that pink stuff ... :) I think that is another thing that gets me too. Most 5k races I run in are under 15 dollah with the shirt. Color Vibe? A  flaming 40 bucks! Zoo-wee-mama!

P.S. Look at that race number. I loathe race numbers. I brought it with me only to rebel against wearing it. Why wear a race number when your place and time are not only unimportant, but totally not being tracked? I shoved that number down my pants {literally, I had no where else to put it unless I wanted to be a litterer, which I did not}. I then found that silly race number in the washer after I washed my pants. It's still in mint condition. Way to be resilient pointless race number!

Another thing that may sway pure runners is ... it's hard to actually run the dang race! There are so many people there and those so many people {not being pure runners} walk the "race". So, pure runners have to constantly be weaving in and out of those walkers. For any pure runner reading this, I tried to yell, "Track!", but it was to no avail. ;)

But I digress.

During the "race" random people can be throwing color at you whenever they want. However, the race sets up a handful of color stations {designated by color}.

Not gonna lie, at one point I had to constrain myself from yelling, "STOP.THROWING.THINGS.AT.ME!" 

I had to remind myself that I intentionally signed up for a race knowing things would be thrown at me, so I best not complain about it ... at least not while at the race. ;)

If nothing else, it sure is a pretty sight to see. :)

But I just might be done with novelty races. ;)

Have any of you ever done a novelty race? What did ya think of it?


It looks like a murder scene in here!!!!

Last week {okay, two weeks ago}, I met the most adorable follower of my blog at DownEast. Her name was Meg {right?} and she just graduated from college and she and her husband are moving to Oregon. I am so glad she came up to talk me. It made my day! She also asked how I had been feeling ...

This shirt depicts autoimmune failure perfectly

I get questions about my health quite frequently, not just from Meg, so I thought I would do a little update.

+ I am tired all the time. But falling asleep for a nap or bedtime still seems impossible.

+ I still have pain every single day, minus one. That's right folks, Saturday, May 10th was a blessed day - NO PAIN!!! But every other day since February and since May 10th? Yup. Pain. Not every minute of every day, but it finds its way in at some point {or multiple points every day}.

+ Bloody noses almost every other day. I am about to get graphic, so read this next sentence at your own volition. I am not talking about a drip, drip bloody nose, I am talking so much blood I start choking. Yum! And they can last up to an hour, folks. AN HOUR. The aftermath looks nothing short of a murder scene to me.

+ Off topic, these bloody noses have given me a new found respect for murderers who try to clean up the crime scene. ;)

+ Weird bruises have started to show up all over my body last week. I think it is just from moving and then leg wrestling with my nephew about 100 times over the weekend, but I am talking all over!

+ I feel like I am getting a cold probably every other week {sinus infection feeling in my nose, sore throat}. It lasts for a few days and then goes away, just to return.

+ I had my last doctor appointment in April. He said if things get worse to come in. Uhm ... they haven't gotten worse. But they don't really seem to be getting better, at least when I am choking on my own blood, that's not what I think. Ha! :)

And I think that about sums it up. So, a word to the wise, avoid autoimmune failure if you can. Unless you like the taste of blood, then by all means, contract away! ;)

P.S. I didn't buy that shirt. I should have. Oh, the regrets of my life! ;) I hope you had a fabulous Memorial Day weekend! :)


Facebook Finds Friday

Whoooa! Does anyone else remember Facebook Finds Friday? Hasn't it appeared it was long gone, just like my pre-autoimmune failure days? ;) But really, I don't know if I have done one since I went into the hospital.

Let's put an end to that.

P.S. Brace yourselves, I have a TON. And I cannot even remember where I saved the other half {so if you sent me one I have posted yet, please, please resend it!}.

Which one is your favorite? 

I am thinking mine are the brownie one, the group text one and the "You find that offensive" one ... naturally. :)

Leave a comment below to tell me your favorite!


If you would like to contribute to Facebook Finds Friday, please either post it on my personal page or the Best.Day.Ever. page on Facebook. You may also email it to runaholic at gmail dot com. If you would like a link to be provided to your blog, please include it! :)

To see the Facebook Finds Friday series to its entirety, click here.


Final Goodbye

On Monday we said our final goodbyes to my grandpa.

I'm just not sure he could be any more adorable! Does't he remind you of Carl in "Up"?

My mama and one of her sisters at the viewing on Sunday evening.
He had such a beautiful funeral service. Family members told stories about his love of life and family, his inquisitive mind and how mischievous he was.

Grandpa was buried with Military Funeral Honors.

It included guards of honor, the firing of volley shots as a salute, playing of Taps by a lone bugler, folding of the flag and presenting it to the next of kin {which happened to by my grandpa's oldest daughter}. 

To witness such an event is one of the most treasured experiences I've had in this life.

After they presented the flag, we had a family prayer over the grave. And then, in honor of my grandpa and a song he would always sing, we all sang Zippity Do Da before we parted. 

It was a final goodbye for this mortal existence, but just a temporary separation for the eternities ... until we meet again.


To understand more about what Mormons {members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints} believe about life after death, please visit this page.


A proper goodbye

My grandfather served as a paratrooper in a parachute infantry in World War II. This photo was taken of him in France during the war.  

Wednesday morning, as the funeral home came to take his lifeless body, they wrapped him in a blue blanket and then placed the American flag over him.

Then, the man who took such precious care of his body saluted him.

I think he would have appreciate the proper goodbye.


Death is not the end.

In the very early hours of this day, my grandpa breathed his last breath.

He was the lone grandparent I had in this mortal existence.

Here he is with my grandmother.

It was death that separated them over 16 years ago. But today ... today, it was death that reunited them. 

And what a joyous reunion it must have been. 

Ahoy, me matey!

Right before leaving #OctoberHouse for the last time I checked the mailbox. 

I never really had any mail sent there {I never really much mail sent to me}, but thought I would look for good measure.

I was quite pleasantly pleased with what was inside.

Apparently, pirates are taking over the joint upon my leaving.

Truth be told, I had no idea Cap'n Hook and Mr. Smee relocated from Never Never Land to the United States {and Arkansas and Utah of all places!}.

Cap'n Hook sure does have girly handwriting {pretty good for making do with only one hand, eh?}. And apparently he has some lovely feelings towards Mr. Smee, which I never gathered from every rendition of Peter Pan film I've ever watched. 

I am kind of tempted to write Cap'n Hook ... I am not sure what I would say. Maybe send him some of the latest news on prosthetic hands or even information on the hand transplant I saw a documentary on. 

I guess that's all.

P.S. I don't think the man in the stamp is all that cute. Do you?


Goodbye, #OctoberHouse

Guys. I moved. Again.

Third time in eight months. I would strongly advice against such shenanigans. 

It was a forced moved. And I am okay with that. I would also strongly advice against moving with autoimmune failure. :) 

As I left #OctoberHouse for the last time yesterday, I felt a sense of gratitude ... for leaving. 

#OctoberHouse was one of those common experiences in life that wasn't cracked up to all I thought it would be. It was nothing of my expectations or hopes.  Have you ever had an experience like that before?

Don't get me wrong, those experiences can still be good for you, but nothing I want for the future, if that makes sense. 

That house is where I got sick, really sick, possibly permanently sick. It is where I said goodbye to someone I love deeply. It is where other relationships have been possibly permanently damaged. I know the house didn't  cause those things to happen. But there is a lot of pain is remembered in those walls. And, that is where I plan to keep it. Oh, and it didn't have a dishwasher or air conditioning. ;)

On to bigger, better and happier things! :)


Alleged Criminal Activity

Yesterday we talked about how I am giving up on being a good citizen ... because I don't know what to do with a broken vacuum. Oh, the stress.

Today, we are still going to talk about giving up on being a good citizen ... because reporting alleged criminals is just soooo overrated.

Many moons ago I reported an "alleged" crime.

I am throwing the word "alleged" in there a lot because that's what you hear on TV shows {real and fake} to not hinder the case.

But even before we talk about the "alleged" crime, I want to say, I read a blog yesterday that told me I was a naughty blogger if I didn't include a photo. And not only a photo, a good photo. Pff.

Fine. I will include a photo. Now, don't get me wrong. It isn't good in quality. But it is good as in I understand nothing of this beast that lives at my parents house.

Now back to alleged criminal activity.

Many moons ago I reported an alleged crime. Oh, wait. I already said that.

Now, I have been "COMMANDED" to appear in court {their words, caps included} to testify.

I may or may not have Google searched the alleged criminal.

S/he may or may not be an amateur MMA fighter.

Please ask me how excited I am to testify against this individual who will be able to know my name, see my face and know they are in the predicament they are in because I made a teensy-weensy phone call. Now, don't get me wrong, s/he doesn't appear to be a good MMA fighter, as s/he has lot all of her/his matches. But that is beside the point.

The point is this, reporting an alleged crime so individuals do not get injured and/or die can cause some serious grief in your life {and depending on the extracurricular activities of alleged criminal, it can can injury and/or death to YOU after you testify!}.

So, yeah ... I just might give up on being a good citizen. Vacuums and alleged criminals can do that to ya. Be warned. 


I think I am going to be bad citizen.

Guys, I have reached my breaking point of attempting to a be a good citizen. 

It's just not worth it.  It takes up entirely too much time and effort. 

Here's the thing ... I have a cheap vacuum from Walmart that has been broken for months. Months I say!

Trying to be a good citizen, I research where you take a broken vacuum as not to clutter the landfill FOR-EV-ER. Now, don't get me wrong ... I am not a green type of person. I am not obsessed about recycling ALL the things ALL the time ... or even some of the time.

But the point is, the idea of placing the plastic vacuum in the landfill, knowing it would NEVER disintegrate left me with extreme, inexplicable guilt. So, I began looking around for where you take broken vacuums. And I looked and I looked and I called and I called and ... nothing!

I even called the DI, knowing they wouldn't want a broken item, I thought they could direct me to a better location so they didn't wind up with it. And what did they give me? Nada. That's Spanish for nothing!

I am not sure how much more effort I am willing to put into this. Either leave DI with a broken vacuum {sooo sorry, DI!!!} or throw it in a dumpster to forever and ever take up space in the landfill {sooo sorry Mother Earth!}. Being a good citizen is sooo overrated {soo sorry human race!}. 


I just found this online. It makes me feel semi-better about my life, knowing I am not alone in this cold, dark, non-vacuum-recyclable world!!!

Who can give me a resounding, "YES!!!"? 

P.S. This is not the only reason I want to give up on being a good citizen. No, no ... the other reason is even worse. You can return for that tomorrow. 

Happy Monday people! It just might be the last Monday I am a good citizen. Enjoy it while you can. 
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