Summer Time: Wedding Video, Fun Dinners, and More

Lordy, did I fall off the blogosphere or what?  I apologize for my extended absence !!!

First, here here is some REAL mushy mush….. our wedding highlight video complete with interviews:

NorthFox Media….. is THE BEST. Hands down. Hire them.

So…… here is what is new:

  • My name is officially changed. I am no longer bearing Pirate’s last name.
  • I signed up for a marathon in the fall. It is already starting to consume my brain.
  • I think I might be addicted to cereal. Specifically, Raisin Bran and All Bran.
  • My running injuries are pretty much healed…… ::happy dance::
  • My tiny niece is actually a llama:
How cute is this?

How cute is this?

What I’ve done lately:

  • Got tan. KIDDING. I don’t tan.
  • Got to hold a 6 week old baby. My running friend brought her cute baby boy to practice last week…. and I think I felt my ovaries leap for joy. Oh dear.
  • Fed a dog a pretzel. This is a big deal because I am learning to be friendly with canines and share my beloved carbs.
  • Cooking: Somewhere between pre-wedding and post-honeymoon I realized that I hadn’t really cooked any decent dinners for my man. My Mom has been cleaning out her cookbook collection and gave me magazines from like, the 80s, that are full of easy recipes. Sundays I have been planning our dinner menus for the entire week and making new things, such as:

I also made a gorgeous pork dish with a brown-sugar-red-wine glaze (are you drooling? I am.) but didn’t take a picture because we had a guest over and I didn’t want him to think ‘WOW MR. SPEEDY’S WIFE COOKS AND TAKES PICTURES OF HER OWN FOOD. WERID-O.”

Anyways, life is good.

This past weekend we travled to West Virginia with one of our running groups for a half-marathon. TOTAL FREAKIN BLAST.

Here is the group together:

We are a happy bunch.

We are a happy bunch.

My shorts are the shortest.... what does that mean?!?

My shorts are the shortest…. what does that mean?!?

During the race, someone yelled ‘GO BILLY!’
Naturally, I thought they meant to say ‘LILY’ so I corrected them as I ran by, screaming ‘Thanks but my name is LILY!’
And then…. a tiny voice breathed behind me, ‘My name is Billy.’

Here is a shot of us running together:

Lily and Billy.

Lily and Billy.

Poor Billy. I dragged him through mile 7-11. He was a senior in high school and every time he got a little behind, I yelled ‘Come on Billy!! Billy get up here!’

He probably regretted admitting that he was Billy. Oh well, good job young runner whom I will probably never meet! I hope you do well in college.

(Clearly, I’m a creep).

I was happy with my time at 1:33:53…. totally tanked at the end but this is proof that my IT Band is getting stronger and bandier (is that a word???).

After the run, we all drove a very windy path to one of the runner’s property and stayed for a few nights. It was a little slice of paradise. Woods. Fresh air. Mountain creeks. Natural waterfalls. This place had it all.

Mr. Speedy and I got to sleep above the barn with a large Elk head looming on a wall. It was kind of like sleeping in a Gander Mountain. All was fine and dandy until people started talking about ticks and bugs. If you don’t remember, I actually got a tick once in Nebraska. It was the single most terrifying moment in my life. I FREAKED OUT. Mr. Speedy had to light a match and BURN that nasty little thing out of my back. My spine was in danger. Gah. I can’t even talk about it.

So when people start talking about ticks, I FREAK OUT. You better believe that every night I swiftly stripped down, and demanded that Mr. Speedy fully inspect me. There was nothing sexy about this task. I also made it clear that if even JOKED about a bug burrowing into my skin, he would be sorry (I actually never really thought of a decent enough threat). I also took a hair-dryer (because ticks don’t like heat) and hair-dried my already dry body to the point that it was practically burning.

Just in case he missed any….

Obviously, I’d be a GREAT camping companion.

Yes. I can relate.

Yes. I can relate.

We did have the opportunity to drive this feisty little vehicle that had no windshield or doors. It could go over rocks, mud, branches, you name it.

Here we are when the vehicle is not moving:

Oh this is so nice.

Oh this is so nice.

And here I am when the vehicle was moving:

DEAR SWEET BABY JOSEPH SLOOOOW DOWN.

DEAR SWEET BABY JOSEPH SLOOOOW DOWN.

Obviously, I highly recommend anyone riding in one of these so they can look simply attractive and totally gorgeous. Your date will surely just drive faster and don’t mind the bugs that get lodged into your pupil, they eventually fly out.

I’m wearing a helmet next time.

Have you gotten a tick before?
What have you made for dinner lately?
Gone anywhere fun?

Sincerely,

Lily

It has been great, 2013…. XoXo

Happy New Year’s Eve!

This time last year, I was returning from my getaway with Mr. Speedy in Cancun. As I flip through the pictures from that trip and look outside at the 17 degree weather, I wonder why on EARTH we did not jet away somewhere warm.

Moving on from that, 2013 has been amazing… for many reasons but mostly because of Mr. Speedy. Here is a timeline that validates that 2013 + Mr. Speedy = an amazing year:

I made this with powerpoint.

I made this with powerpoint.

Less than three months till the I DO. We will be married in under two years of knowing each other. Wow.

Here are some more 2013 highlights that made my year:

  • Jazzercise is a BLAST: My future sister-in-law teaches it and although I have only done in NE when I see her, it is super fun. Even though I am highly uncoordinated and look like a stringy pancake flopping and kicking at all the wrong times possible…. I have fun.
Can you believe she has had THREE kids? I hope I look like that.

Can you believe she has had THREE kids? I hope I look like that.

  • Discovering that even if you dress like starfish on a date, you can get proposed too. Even if you wore your hair crimped for years. Even if you got stuck in buckets. Love will find you. Life is fantastic that way.
  • The possibility to start something new. I mean this in any facet in my life, but I have been doing a lot of soul searching and love that if you pretty much make a committment to start something, you have the ability to finish it. No matter how different and new it may seem. Right now I am trying to finish making my bed and I almost have it completed. Almost.
  • Coaching GOTR: LOVED this program! Even though I had hairy legs that were often noted, I loved coaching and plan to do it again.
  • A family in our future: I always knew I’d want to have children one day, but until Mr. Speedy proposed that idea never really solidified itself into my brain and heart. It has. I think about it often and am excited to have enough children to have our own cross country team. KIDDING.
  • Wedding – it is what you make it. Big lesson learned. Planning a wedding can be easy or hard – you pick. It is what you make it. It is not at all what I expected but then I didn’t know what to expect. I am enjoying it. And I am looking forward to the end result.
I am so weird. He is so handsome. Bridal shower in Nebraska.

I am so weird. He is so handsome. Bridal shower in Nebraska.

  • Sometimes I talk out the side of my mouth. No one has noticed this (not even me) until Mr. Speedy mentioned it and said it was one of my cutest features. He also has noticed my two large freckles underneath my eyes, that one of my ears is slightly lower than the other, and my tiny birthmark on my hip. The fact that he notices the unseen or not-noticable things on me… makes me feel so special. Like a speckled apple mixed in with a bunch of solids. Only noticeable to the close observarber. I love that he observes me in such a minature, simple way.
  • Laundry: This is a major chore that I seem to get behind on constantly. Let’s hope 2014 can bring me up to speed on figuring out the special way to keeping laundry under control.
  • Bloggin’ Friends: I’ve gotten a lot closer to some of my bloggers on here… thank you. You are all such wonderful friends with such full personalities. I can’t wait to meet Brittany and Megan at the wedding and then hopefully meet up in the fall, along with Britta.
  • Aunt: I get to be an Aunt now because Mr. Speedy has nieces and a nephew. This makes me jump over the moon and back. These three children make me smile so much and although our time together is short (they are in NE), I love every minute!
Me and tiny Lillyan talking to Santa.

Me and tiny Lillyan talking to Santa.

  • Running: I PR in my 10 mile. Close to my half marathon, but not quite. Let’s hope to PR in the half and re-qualify with a better marathon time for Boston. These are the goals. I am thankful that I still have strong legs and a solid set of lungs to run. I love running. Running fuels me. Deep in my bone marrow, a feeling of being alive and happy and healthy, seeps and stinks in.
  • Alexander McCall Smith: Um….. yeah. That was a pretty flippin amazing moment – meeting this amazing Scottish author. So charming. So intelligent. So respectable and inviting. I want to invite him over for dinner and ask him all about his life.

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So…. what about you? Highlights of 2013??? Excited about 2014??

Have a happy and safe holiday! XoXo

Sincerely,

Almost-married-Lily

Half-Marathon: The Terrible Mistake

DSC_0311Prior to getting engaged, I ran a half-marathon.

I love half-marathons. They are my favorite distance. Except this race, I made a very terrible, awful, painful mistake.

Read on…

Prior to racing, I like to indulge on dry, crispy toast:

TOAST NOM NOM NOM

TOAST NOM NOM NOM

Once at the race, I like to walk around with an odd face that only Mr. Speedy can understand:

WHO FARTED???

WHO FARTED??? It smells like Rasputin’s armpit.

Then, I like to calm my nerves by talking to all my sweet running friends:

Me and my stellar running friend, Jessica. She is pretty fierce. And I am a giant.

Me and my stellar running friend, Jessica. She is pretty fierce. And I am a giant.

I always like to run into my running Uncle (aka the CUPID that matched me and my betrothed up!):

He is always smiling. And my mother is his friend.

He is always smiling. And my mother is his friend.

My fellow Yellow Team members:

My pink shoes are slightly obnoxious.

My pink shoes are slightly obnoxious.

The race was about to start.
I was feeling excellent despite my lack of sleep due to nerves.
I had used the potty approx. 56 times already.
I had 2 gels tucked safely into my sport bra.
My mother, Mr. Speedy, and Louis were watching me because they had nothing better to do.

What could possibly go WRONG?

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I did not discover that something was wrong until after I finished and felt a sharp pain in my chesticle region.

This was way after the winner, my friend tall Fisky, crossed the finish line and I trailed far behind:

He is the winner!

He is the winner!

Why do my legs look weird?

Why do my legs look weird?

This was way after I got interviewed due to being 3rd female overall:

I like to act like a bear prior to a race. RAWR.

I like to act like a bear prior to a race. RAWR.

This was way after I found my favorite other running couple (THEY ARE MOVING TO HAWAII SOON BECAUSE THEY ARE ADVENTUROUS AND COOL):

I shall miss them! So cute!

I shall miss them! So cute!

This was way after I discovered Louis lurking by me, with his inspirational attire:

I really like his headband.

I really wonder what he is trying to achieve in life.

This was way after I discussed running tactics with the winner and realized that my legs will not grow longer:

So.... how do you run so fast? TELL ME YOUR SECRET.

So…. how do you run so fast? TELL ME YOUR SECRET.

Yes, after all this-

After all the smiles and visiting-

I went home, stripped my bra off, and was horrified to see a bloody mess. Probably the last thing a girl could possibly want to see when she is about to journey on a romantic getaway with a man who makes her melt. I mean, how do you explain a bloody-cut underboob? In the midst of rolling around together, do you just say, “Oh, stay clear of that one! It is out of order. But the other one is fine!”

Ew. Never mind. Forget I asked.

NOTE TO SELF: Do not store goo in sport bra. The corners are sharp and will cut you up like a carrot stick.

Ouchie. It really hurts. Seriously.

Ouchie. It really hurts. Seriously.

Almost two weeks later, I am still healing.

On a positive note, despite my boob being eaten alive, I did not run too shabby:

Someone does not know how to spell OVERALL.

Someone does not know how to spell OVERALL.

Not my best, but I am happy and it was a fun race.

Minus my chest incision.

Sincerely,

Lily

Winner Announced! Giveaway: Craft-A-Day

Fist of all, thank you for particpiating in the giveaway.
I LOVED all the trips that were suggested and plan to make them all… eventually.

This is where Mr. Speedy and I will be traveling:

I would like to go to Pairs first please.

I would like to go to Pairs first please.

All very good ideas.

And now for the winner…. ::drumroll::

YAY! CONGRATS!

YAY! CONGRATS!

OMGEE- Congrats! I will contact you and get you the book.

Stay tuned for another giveaway… I’m thinking running goo and gel next time. Or a pair of socks. Or a pack of gum. Or maybe all three???

Speaking of running, I am running a half-marathon tomorrow morning. More specifically, the half where a year ago, Mr. Speedy and I were introduced.

He ha the best legs and arms.... and torso, butt, and all other spots.

One year with this man = best year ever

After the race, Mr. Speedy has planned a “secret, surprise” trip somewhere for us until Sunday night. I have no idea where we are going or what we are doing but he told me to pack some nice outfits, my bikini, and camera. I am nervous, anxious, excited, emotional, romantic, passionate, sweaty, and spastastic all at once. It will be a grand time, I am sure of it.

Something tells me I should also bring wine…. xoxo

Sincerely,
Lily

PS If you are racing this weekend- good luck! If you are not racing this weekend- still, good luck!