Happy Mother’s Sunday

May 8, 2011 at 5:52 pm

Happy Mother’s Day to my amazing Mother and Mother-in-Law. You are both wonderful role models for me and embody the epitome of motherly love. Everybody in this house loves you more than words can say and we miss you every single day that we are apart. XOXOXOXOXOXO

Just as I suspected in my post this morning, today has been completely wonderful.

I started the day by having a great Bodypump class. This weekend was the launch of a new release (new routines and new music) and it is a HARD one. Hard but good. My arms and shoulders are already sore and they haven’t felt sore in months. Although that may be at least partially due to the intense Wii Dance Party 2 contest that went on here last night. I heard that Jillian Z., 13, is sore today from all the dancing that we did. That girl is GOOD.

After I got home from the gym and showered I opened my Mother’s Day gift and cards from all my boys.


First the card from the boys:



Sappy Mommy kisses:





Totally mushy card from Chad:


My fur-baby wanted in on the loving:


Then the gift:


A set of three bike locks! Hmm, wonder what I could use a bike lock for?

After all that wonderfulness I ate possibly the best salad ever for lunch. It was a big bowl of lettuce, tomatoes and lite ranch dressing with a warmed up hot brown cut up and dumped on top! Seriously awesome.

Then we all went out for mid-afternoon dessert.


The boys and I have totally been chomping at the bit (post-derby horse reference) to try this place!



Guess who had the bowl of plain vanilla with no toppings? Hint: he has a beard.


This one was mine:


I had three kinds of frozen yogurt…red velvet cake, NY cheesecake, and Bit-0-Honey. My toppings were: mini reese cups, chocolate covered almond bits, mini dark chocolate chips and cheese cake chunks. OMG.


We sat outside in this cute little fake-grass, tent-covered seating area that they have. They even have outdoor sofas.


I’m pretty sure everybody enjoyed it. Even Mr. Plain Vanilla, although he said it was not as good as the soft-serve at Dairy Inn (a local legendary Dairy Queen pre-curser that hasn’t changed much since the 1950’s).


After yogurt we went somewhere that I might have had some kind of clue about.




Hello, my love. You are ALL MINE. Complete with pink bows.



Thank you to all my boys (especially to the one with the beard) for the most amazing Mother’s Day/birthday gift ever! I am so excited about it.

Chad and the boys left in the car to go to the grocery store and I rode my new bike home from the Trek store. The store is just a few blocks off of one of my regular running routes, so I just rode down to Coffee Pot Park and then rode home through Snell Isle. Here’s my new bike on the Coffee Pot Bayou bridge.


I’m not the type of person who names her cars or other inanimate objects. But if I were that type of person, I would name my new bike “Star”. You know, as in Star Trek. Chad and I sort of fell in love with each other over a mutual admiration for Star Trek the Next Generation, so that name would be perfect. But I’m not that type of person.

Here is Star my new bike next to the St. Raphael’s/Snell Isle bridge. I couldn’t get a wider angle because there is a big metal barrier there to keep crazy people with cameras from standing in the road and taking pictures of their bikes.


It was an awesome bike ride home…probably about 3.5-4 miles. After having run that same route many times it was amazing to cover the same distance on a bike. I felt like I was flying. So fun.

When the boys got home Cal, Mack and I went on a ride together out to the end of Venetian Isles and back…about 2.5 miles. It is a beautiful day and we were reveling in it. Ah, such a good day.

Right now Chad is making dinner (I requested something healthy and something using CSA veggies…we just got a new share on Saturday and after yesterday’s indulgence and our yogurt snack I felt the need for something virtuous). He is making roasted sesame/garlic salmon from Fresh Market and roasted CSA potatoes and CSA green beans. It smells really good in here right now and my stomach is grumbling.

Can’t every day be Mother’s Day? I am so lucky to say that around here, every day really is Mother’s Day. Thank you my boys. I love you.