Thursday, June 6, 2013

Dear Allergies, I Think We Have to Breakup

It's that time of year again where the birds are chirping, the sun is shinning and those darn flowers.... trees..... grass..... weeds.... and everything else is pollinating. Oh joy! Now please don't get me wrong, I love this time of year. Nothing gets me more thrilled that shaking off the winter coats and being able to walk outside barefoot without the risk of frostbite. My issue is with all these spawning plants, my face has swollen to the point I look like Quasimodo.... at least he had a bell tower to go hideout it. 

B bright and early this morning, I'm sexy and I know it

All joking aside I'm not a big fan of medication, heck I don't even like to take aspirin. I blame that on my mother who told me growing up that all medication would send me into anaphylactic shock and land me on a gurney.... that's only half true. I am allergic to Penicillin, Amoxicillin, Bees, Sulfa, Morphine, The Color Orange and lightning bugs. Needles to say this kid here tends to be allergic to a lot. So I avoid medication as much as possible. With that said the rib shattering sneezing, itching eyes that I may scratch out, throat that makes a clucking sound when I try to itch it and nose running like Niagara Falls... I'm a big ole hot mess.  

"Running" has become a bit tricky. I'm sneezing and wheezing and have had more than one person ask if I'm "hanging in there". Yeah, "No, no I'm not. Want to give me a piggy back ride back to my house? No... Why?". I'm a bit tired of being puffy, wheezy and snotty like a pug puppy so I've turned to googleizing. I'm confident the interwebs will help me kick this allergy seasons butt, so I can stop looking like this when I try to hit the pavement.

What Google taught me about the, evil cruel sometimes funny because it makes me look like a Disney character allergies from doom. 

NetiPots are apparently my friend. I take a mini tea pot and make magic water... then dump said water through my nasal cavity so it goes in one nostril and out the other. Yeah, um, no, that's not happening. With my luck I would find a way to choke or suffocate and didn't come guy get a brain eating bacteria from water up his nose a few summers ago.... NEXT.

Perilla Oil is supposed to be helpful too. A study done at Japan's Kyoto Prefectural University of Medicine found that the herbal extract perilla oil could squash allergic reactions. It is also supposed to sooth itchy eyes ( so I don't have to scratch them out and wear a pirate patch, arrrrrr) and relieve sinus symptoms (bye bye looking like an old lady with tissues coming out of every pocket). It also showed to help with wheezy, asthma sounding breathing problems in less than a week, asthma girl says what? WHAT!

Honey and Lime Juice. Find some local honey (local is best, remember this tip... if it comes from a bear just say no) and a nice bright lime. Add the honey and lime to a mug of warm water. Sip and enjoy. This is said to be one of the best ways to ease allergies. Although some studies suggest the honey is most affective when it is used the weeks leading up to allergy season.... well drat!

My conclusion, it's time to head to good ole CVS and find some allergy medication. This girl right here is going to be a lake bunny the rest of the week and my swimsuit doesn't provide many places to store tissues. Plus I'm horribly behind on my running schedule. Time to bite the bullet and medicate. 

So allergies, "It's over, it's not me... it's you.... really! Don't call me!"

Do you all have any allergy tips? Share them in the comments, I'm willing to try just about anything. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Running Shoes and Wine

This weekend I joined the ranks of many women before me, I bought big girl “running” shoes. It only took two days and 5-8 stores; I can’t say the exact amount because I lost count. E stuck by me through the entire ordeal, but that could be because booze were promised upon completion. I am not above bribery; a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

Saturday we found ourselves at Dick’s, hunting high and low for the right type of shoes for my “running” style. E looked like this while searching every possible corner of the store for my perfect glass slipper…. Er “running shoe”. He’s such a great shoe scout.

I can’t really give him a hard time because I looked like this searching for said “running” shoes. I think Mister Headless Vest guy might be the one, I mean look at those legs! Ow ow!

Needless to say we are two kids with serious ADD and lacking in all things serious. We also found no shoes, I mean they had shoes, but we quickly realized we ( I ) had no clue what type of shoe to even get. I’m the sparkly heel and purple pumps sort of gal. “Running” shoes are way outside my realm of comprehension. So I decided to call in the professionals, they after all had to know more about “running” foot attire than I could try to decipher from my googling adventures between stores. Thus enter, The Running Well Store…

I was very overwhelmed when I walked in, but the staff quickly had me laughing about my “running” insecurities. After making me run on a treadmill while videotaping my legs and playing said video in slow motion, (Horrifying when did my legs start looking like that? Hello self-tanner!) it was time for the fun part… picking out my shoes. I was convinced I wanted a barefoot style shoe, but according to the analysis, I was better off with a little bit more support. Guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t try to figure out my shoe needs solo. See, being a codependent shopper pays off sometimes.

It took about an hour, 6 pairs of shoes and a lot of jogs up and down the sidewalk in front of the store before I decided on a shoe. Speaking of sidewalks, ever jogged up and down one wearing mismatched shoes while talking to yourself about said shoes? No? Well a word to the masses, if you do this people will look at your funny. Weird, I know. I even had one guy ask if I knew my shoes didn’t match. I smiled and told him I had stolen them and in my mad dash didn’t grab a matching pair. He didn’t look amused… I was!
My previous ancient, worn, used and abused “running” shoes.

Then after The Running Well Store waved their magic wand, my “running” shoes look like this

Aren’t they pretty and new and fresh looking… which means I obviously haven’t worn them and they are still sitting in their pretty Brooks box. Le sigh.

Post shoe shopping it was time for booze as promised, I am nothing if not a girl of my word. We headed to one of the many local wineries and wrapped up our Saturday.

After the winery. 

Tonight it’s time to take the pretty new shoe babies out of their box, strap them on my wide feet (wide toe box to be exact) and put a few miles on them. Well maybe not a few, but at least one. AND.. it’s still not exactly “running” I’m still working intervals that involve an equal amount of walking. BUT, I’m getting there. Today should be interesting since I’m sore from…. gardening… that’s right, gardening. I’m getting so old. Who would have thought, tomatoes, cucumbers and garlic could cause my legs and glutes so much pain? Learn something new every day. Veggie injury or not, this girl is hitting the road (sidewalk) tonight. 

Sunday, June 2, 2013

One Bad Apple, Being Bad Never Tasted So Good

New Edition to Smiling Running Shoes.... Allow my to introduce, One Bad Apple! Being bad has never tasted so good! This Bad Apple I also call boyfriend, manpal, sexy butt.... whatever strikes my fancy at the moment I open my mouth. Which anyone who knows me knows that I say what I'm thinking whenever I'm thinking it. It keeps life interesting. 

E (a.k.a One Bad Apple) will be providing recipes that he whips up that are tasty and easy to prepare. Yup, we like it easy around here. There is no reason you have to go to a restaurant to enjoy a tasty meal. E will provide you exactly what you need to impress your friends, family and taste buds. 

Below is his first recipe, all pulled out of thin air, while I scribbled down notes as quickly as possible. You should see my notes, it looks like a second grader took them. I have no idea how he creates these delicious dishes, I am a total Recipe Princess. Without a recipe I'm a lost little puppy. He on the other hand is an artist.... or...... One Bad Apple!

Ahi Tuna Asian Infusion with Pineapple Mango Chutney and Spicy Rice
by One Bad Apple

Pineapple Mago Chutney 

1 clove garlic (diced)
1/4 fresh jalpeno (diced)
pinch red chili flakes (to taste)
3 dried thai chilis (crushed)
a few springs fresh cilantro (leafs pulled from stem)
1/4 cup mango (chopped)
1/2 cup pineapple (we used canned you can chop up a fresh one)
1 green onion the green part only (chopped)
Add a tiny bit of pineapple juice

Prep all ingredients and combine in a bowl, add a small amount of pineapple juice, stir. Allow to sit and meld together while you prepare the rest of dinner. 

Spicy Asian Infused Marinade 

1 tsp. fresh ginger
1 slice fresh jalepeno (diced)
2 tbsp. pineapple juice
1 tbsp. grape jelly
sprinkle red chili flakes (to taste)
1 tsp. fresh garlic (diced)
1 tbsp. soy sauce 

Take two ahi tuna steaks (frozen but thawed or fresh)and soak them in the marinade. Making sure to spoon marinade on top of the steaks. Allow to soak for at least 10 min. 

Spicy White Rice
(You can sub brown rice)
1 serving rice
1/4 green of green onion
1 clove garlic (diced)
a few spring of cilantro (leafs pulled from the stem)

Combine all ingredients and then cook according to package instructions. 

Ahi Tuna Asian Infusion 

The ahi tuna steak just on the grill

The ahi tuna steaks after being flipped

Once your ahi tuna has soaked at least 10 min, it's time to put it on the grill. You want to cook it over 350 or low heat. Take olive oil and rub over your grill grate. Place ahi tuna on the grill, pouring a little of the exra marinade on top. Cook for 2-3 min and then turn, allow to cook for another 2-3 min. You want to keep an eye on the ahi tuna steaks because they will dry out quickly. Flip, pour additional marinade over ahi tuna steaks. Cook for another 2-3 min. Once fully cooked removed from the grill.


Plated Ahi Tuna Asian Infusion with Pineapple Mango Chutney and Spicy Rice

Serve cooked ahi tuna topped with the Pineapple Mango Chutney. Enjoy your Ahi Tuna Asian Infusion with Pineapple Mango Chutney and Spicy Rice. 

Use the comments below to show E, One Bad Apple, some blogging love. If you try out his recipes, please let him know what you think!! Remember... being bad NEVER tasted so good! 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

My Granddaddy World War II, I Need a Little Help

Today is listed on my handy dandy desk calendar as, "Memorial Day (True)". It got me to thinking about Memorial Day and what it means to me. I like BBQ and Beer as much as the next girl. Summer kickoff time rocks, but... that's not exactly what Memorial Day means to me. Memorial Day means to me honoring those who have served our country, including the men in my family. The glue in our family is my grandfather, World War II veteran, Lyle Mitteis. Now 93 years old, he is the symbol of Memorial Day in my eyes. 

Granddaddy has been a bit down the last few months, celebrating his first wedding anniversary this week without my grandmother has been hard on him. If anyone is interested in taking part in a "Card Shower" (sending cards and letter in the mail) to him please let me know. I am sure he would be thrilled to receive thoughts, hear stories from everyone or even enjoy drawings from the kiddos. Please e-mail me at smilingrunningshoes (at) gmail (dot) com and I will provide you his mailing address. Comment below as well, let's rally behind this wonderful man. Thank so much y'all you have no idea how much this means to me. 

Below is an article written about my grandfather by Bernadine Hughes for the Fence Post . The article was published in July 2011. I would like to share a portion of the article here, because his story is one the deserves to be told. He's my American Hero.

Photo by Bernadine Hughes

Although Lyle Mitteis lost 70% of his hearing while in combat during World War 11 and is legally blind, he has vivid memories of the time he served in the military during World War II.

"Years ago I was told, 'You don't want to tell all those old war stories,' so I never said anything," he said. "I just kept everything to myself."

Ninety-year-old (SIDE NOTE HE IS NOT 93) Mitteis who lives in Clearwater, Neb., with his wife of 57 years Gen (SIDE NOTE SHE PASSED AWAY LAST YEAR), was drafted into the army in February 1942 when he was 21.

"We had our choice of what branch of service we wanted," he recalled. "Someone said, 'I want to see if I can get into the Horse Cavalry.' I didn't even know they had a Horse Cavalry," he said with a laugh. "That sounded good to me, as you wouldn't have to walk."

Mitteis said he took nine weeks of basic training at Fort Robinson, Ark., was sent to Brownsville, Texas, and after initial training at Fort Bliss was stationed with the 124th Cavalry at Fort Brown.

"When we went to pick up our clothes the first thing they did was hand us our spurs. 'You wear these spurs every time you have on a shoe, no matter where you go,' we were told. You weren't dressed up unless you had on your spurs."

They patrolled the border from Fort Brown beyond Fort Bliss. There were 11,000 horses and 11,000 men.

At that time Mexico wasn't too friendly with the United States.

In June 1942 President Roosevelt met with the President of Mexico. The United States was afraid Japan was going to use Mexico for a jumping spot because Mexico and Japan were friends. President Roosevelt must have won the Mexican President over, because after their meeting he got on a train at Laredo past Corpus Christi and headed back to Washington D.C.

"There was a soldier stationed every 100 feet on that railroad track from Laredo to Corpus Christi, and we had orders to shoot if we saw any movement," Mitteis said.

"One of the soldiers who saw the train coming shouted, 'Roosevelt's coming! Roosevelt's coming!' The train went by me, and I stepped off of the track," Mitteis said. "In the last car I saw the President smoking a cigarette. The train was only going 25 miles an hour. I stepped back on the track and saluted President Roosevelt. He saluted me back and gave me a big smile. The only thing was, the Platoon Sergeant saw me do it. 'You're supposed to be guarding in the brush! He shouted!' But it was worth it. I felt so proud. I had been saluted by the President!"

That summer the soldiers started to dismount their horses and went on foot.

In June 1942, the First Cavalry division of the regiment was sent to Europe and its sister regiment, the 112th division was sent to the South Pacific.

"After the 112th Cavalry was sent overseas we patrolled the border of Mexico two more years." Mitteis said. "We rode the horses about 25 miles a day, from Brownsville to Fort Ringgold at Rio Grande City, Texas, a distance of 100 miles."

In April 1944, Mitteis and the others were taken to Fort Riley, Kan., and their horses taken away.

" They were beautiful horses," Mitteis recalled. "Their shoes were taken off; the Lieutenant wrote down their serial numbers and turned them loose. We just stood there watching as they ran down the valley ... it was a sad day; we had become attached to our horses."

Five thousand of the soldiers traveled by train from Fort Riley to Los Angeles, were put on a boat in the Pacific Ocean and didn't know where they were going. After 34 days they pulled into port. The people looked like natives ... they were short, not many clothes, and one of the guys said, 'This is India ...'

They were in Bombay, India, were loaded on a train and sent east across India to Calcutta. They couldn't come up through Calcutta between Asia and India because the Japanese had the Burma coastline, so they circled clear around India.

"When we got to India our boots and spurs were taken from us; we weren't using horses any more and were put on foot," Mitteis remembered. "We had been called 'horse lovers,' now we were infantrymen.

"We trained in India awhile, then 2,500 of us were put on a river boat on the Brahmaputra river which came out of the Himalaya Mountains, down through Calcutta and dumps into the ocean," he said. "We traveled northwest in the river boat almost two weeks. The boys were talking about how good the water was, it was real cold. Someone said, 'They must have a big tank.' We discovered later there wasn't any tank. The water was piped in from the river. One day after a week or so, somebody yelled, 'man overboard; body in the river. Tell the Captain to stop.' The Captain told us 'the Brahmaputra river is a holy river. Every country has its own culture.' "We noticed all the little docks 12 feet long, six feet wide ... they would bring their dead to the docks, dump the body in the river, as it drifts down the river it eventually floats ashore. The vultures come, clean the flesh off of the body; the bones are picked up and cremated. We were drinking that water; somehow we weren't thirsty anymore.

"We were packed in like sardines on that river boat," he said.

"One of the guys said, 'when we get on that train to Ledo we can sit down in the coaches, have a nice bathroom and much better facilities.' There was a train all right, but the trains in India are narrow gates ... tracks are together, and the 'nice coaches' we were supposed to get in were like one of our empty freight cars; but the good thing was, the train used a lot of water. When the engineers stopped to get water we would jump off of the train with our canteens, fill them with hot water, pour in dehydrated coffee and have a good cup of coffee."

The soldiers rode that train about 60 miles to Ledo in northern India near the Himalaya mountains.

Mitteis said several years later a missionary priest came to Ewing, Neb. The priest said he was from Ledo, India. He was talking about the people in Ledo and how poor they were. I said, 'I know. I've been there.' His response was, 'me and my mother want to thank you.'

"What for?" I asked. 'We had a culture in India,' the priest replied, 'where the oldest member of the family never marries, but takes care of their parents until they die. I was two years old, the oldest in my family, and the Japanese were trying to break that culture. They would take the oldest child out of the family, say they would take the child and educate him. We found out later they would kill him. The Japanese soldiers had been to my mother's house twice, and the third time were going to pick me up. You guys came in, and the Japanese went back to the south.' "

The troops didn't stop at Ledo, but were put on airplane and flew south to Myitkyina where they trained three or four weeks. One day about 2,000 mules arrived.

"We found out we were going to walk south through Burma leading these mules," Mitteis said. "We walked 25 miles that day, and it was so hot. Walking through the jungles there were no roads, just a path from village to village. We knew we couldn't go certain routes as the Japanese were there, so we had to go a long way around to get to Burma."

An airdrop field was located nearby and cargo planes dropped supplies. Bruce Fletcher and Don McBride from Orchard, Neb., (called kickers and pushers) piloted planes to air-drop supplies. The Japanese didn't have much air power. Years later McBride told Mitteis they went down through the valley to drop supplies. Mitteis said, "Why didn't you guys go east?" McBride said, 'There was a big range of mountains; we couldn't rise high enough to get over them. We flew over the Japanese; they would shoot at us with their small rifles. We had steel helmets and sat on them. When we flew home our planes would be full of bullet holes.' "

The soldiers arrived in India in June 1944, and in September started in combat leading the mules. They walked over 400 miles.

Mitteis was in command of eight soldiers; a gunner, assistant gunner and six ammunition carriers. One night they were trying to get dug in; up a side hill in a shallow place so the Japanese couldn't come in and kill the mules or turn them loose. During the night they came. Mitteis had an automatic flash gun that shot 45 caliber bullets. The mules were right behind them. The Lieutenant said, 'There isn't anything we can do tonight. We'll wait until morning' ... "When the sun came up the Japanese quit fighting.

"We could walk around on that hill and they wouldn't shoot at us, so we didn't shoot at them," he said. "The only time we shot at them was when we got orders to go ahead. We got to be pretty friendly with them. I waved at them a couple times and they waved back. There were three or four mules dead, and nothing up on the side hill.
"The Japanese liked to come at 3 o'clock in the morning. I always took that shift. One night I was standing guard and they dropped a shell right in front of me, knocked my helmet off, cut my arm. I couldn't hear very well after that," Mitteis said. "The next morning the Lieutenant looked me over. Two other guys were wounded and went to the aid station. They couldn't do anything for my hearing and I stayed in combat. My arm healed up real well, and it didn't even leave a scar."

One night a soldier, James Ramsey, was in his foxhole sleeping. The Japanese dropped a mortar shell in the foxhole injuring his leg. Mitteis said to the Lieutenant, "We've got to get Ramsey out of here."
The Lieutenant said, "We have to wait until they quit shooting at us."

"We waited awhile, and I said, 'We've got to get him out of here!' I picked him up. He was heavier than I was. I've never been able to figure that out. I carried him, blood all over. That same night our Captain deserted us. The next morning he told headquarters that we had all surrendered ... but the Japanese could hear us, and were still shooting and fighting. We walked around to the gun position ... I must have been an awful looking sight! The Captain chewed me out for having dirty clothes. I wanted to say, '40 guys up there ... we've all volunteered for your fighting squad,' but I didn't say it. The guys told me it's a good thing I didn't. I could have been court marshaled ... but the Captain got 30 years at Fort Leavenworth for deserting his troop."

Mitteis said they were in India about four months, in Burma from September 1944 until June 1945.
He said Memorial Day 1945, was the saddest day in his army life ... 32 soldiers were buried on a hillside in Burma; no coffins, wrapped in parachutes. The graves were dug, bamboo poles laid over the graves; four guys lifted up the bodies, pulled the bamboo poles away, and dropped the bodies in the graves. Dog tags were removed and wired to their collarbones. The Japanese were out of Burma by then.


I love reading about and hearing my grandfather tell his stories. I'm proud of him. I want you to take something away from this, take the opportunity to reach out to veterans and active service men and women and thank them. Truly appreciate them. Their dedication to our country is what provides us the ability to be free. I blog and speak my mind because that freedom is protected by those people. Think about the things you love and hold dear, those are protected by the men and women who wear and have worn our countries uniforms. 

Mother Nature is Moody

Mother Nature apparently didn't get the memo that I'm training for a 5k, because her "suck it" hateful attitude is really starting to rub my running shoes the wrong way.

Come on Mother Nature,
                                         Help a newbie "runner" out.....

I like rain, heck I love it, but it seems to be the only type of weather we are getting these days. I'm not 100% sure what the sun looks like, but I am confident that when it reappears it will accompany humidity and 100 degree temps because that's how we do it here in the Midwest. If it snowed tomorrow I wouldn't be all that surprised. Where can I move that it's 70 degrees year round?

I have the deepest regrets for not going for my "run" last night (when it wasn't raining), darn you devil TV contraption for sucking me into your world of wonders. I sacrificed a dry "run" so I could watch in wonder as people shot guns at stationary objects. Who would have thought I could become addicted to Top Shot? Weird. NOW I'm behind on my weekly training schedule and HAVE to "run" tonight even if there is a monsoon, typhoon, hail storm or alien spaceship. Yes alien spaceship, remember Independence Day, those aliens didn't play around and I would totally be entranced by the blue beams of light. 

I've never walked in the rain, well farther than my car, so the possibility of "running" in the rain has me a bit intrigued. If I can complete a training session in the rain, I can do anything. It will be mind over matter and maybe lighting, but I'm trying not to think about that. I wish I would have kept my purple and blue geometric shape designed windbreaker from 7th grade, that would be most helpful on a "running" mission like today. Mission... okay we're going to roll with that....

Agent B the Excuseopotamus Slayer,

Your mission if you choose to except it is a wet and wild one. Your goal is to complete Day 1 Week 2 of your 5k training without being washed into a sewer drain or zapped down my lighting. (I type that as thunder physically shakes the windows next to me, ALRIGHT MOTHER NATURE, relax) Failure to complete this mission is not an option, success is the only possible outcome. Note this letter will self-destruct in 3......2.....1..........


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

8 ½ Life Lessons I Learned From Baseball

Last night the family unit headed out to some good ole American fun, baseball. Our hometown boys (Royals… don’t judge) took on our I-70 rivals (Cardinals… please say you aren’t a Cards fan or worse a Yankees fan)….I kid I kid…. Sort of, except about the Yankees fan thing.

It looked like this the entire night, which kept us crossing our fingers that we (the Royals) could squeak out a mild loss before the typhoon moved in. I guess I should say that I love our boys in blue, but let’s be honest… our last winning season I think was 2003. So needless to say I may love the team and the sport and the baseball pants, but I’m not so delusional to think we are post season contenders. I’m a hometown girl who supports the hometown boys… it’s a Midwest thing.

At some point during the game, perhaps between the Miller Light and the 6 inning I had a, “Aha” moment. I had a moment that made my inner blogger / writer hop up and down clapping. I love moments where material just V8 pops you on the forehead. I could learn a lot from just engrossing myself in the entire baseball experience. Allow me to share my Baseball Life Lessons 100 notes.

1. These moments with G man are like gold. It doesn’t matter if he forgot to make his bed this morning. His stubborn streak is a part of his personality, that he probably gets from me.. okay for sure gets from me, and it simply makes him who he is. All of those petty little hiccups don’t matter, it’s memories like this that are important. The joy in his eyes over a blue icy, that’s what I will carry with me as he grows up and isn’t as in love with the little things as he is now. Take the time to really enjoy all the moments with the people in your life. Life is way too short to speed through it.

2. Laugh, laugh a lot and at everything you can. Our group ended up playfully bantering with the group in front of us. We all had a blast. Number 2 sort of ties into Number 1. Have fun, whatever it is you are doing, have a freaking blast. If you’re walking the furbaby, making Raman noodles, going for a run… whatever you are doing… make it the most amazing time possible. Why waste a single moment being all serious face if you can live it up and have a rock star time?

3. Thank you whoever invented baseball pants, HELLO. I love the sport no matter what, but baseball pants with baseball butts takes it all up a notch. Oh Alex Gordon you sexy man hunk you.

4. Love the one your with, with all the love you have to give plus some. Don’t nag them, change them, poke and prod them… simply love them for who they are. That may mean loving the farting just as much as you love the dinner cooking. You can’t pick and choose what you love about someone, because they are a total package… not options on a man meat buffet line.

5. Beer is tasty. Beer is tastier at a ball game with peanuts.

6. People still sport styles from 1982… maybe. I’m not even sure what time frame this “style” belongs to, unless you are an Avitar and live on Pandora (my inner geek is getting the best of me).

7. Don’t worry about a little rain. I took about 10 pictures of the rain pouring down in the 8th inning, but with my Android camera you can’t tell so much. That rain I referred to, dance in it and dance in it a lot. In life we’re going to get some rain, probably a lot of rain. Rain happens. It’s what you choose to do with that rain that matters. So make the choice, are you going to shake your groove thing or be a bullfrog in a downpour? Your choice.

7.5 Have I mentioned baseball pants?

8 Live a healthy life. Feed your body well, hydrate and get exercise. Be fit… but sometimes go ahead and eat that hotdog. A slice of cheese cake here and there won’t make your thighs balloon up. A drink with friends won’t make your jeans too tight. Moderation is key here folks. Like I said eat a slice of delicious heavenly blueberry cheese cake… just don’t eat the entire cheesecake. Enjoy a ballpark hot dog, just not 5 ballpark hotdogs.

Have you found life wisdom in random places? Share in the comments.  

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

That on time I went on a Paranormal Investigation at a Winery

That on time… 
{Link Up} hosted by Heavens to Meighan 

I went on a paranormal investigation
 at a winery. 

Wine + Ghostys = My Kind of Night!!

Welcome to Belovir Winery in Liberty Missouri. A few evenings a month they bring in a paranormal investigation team and pair investigating with a wine tasting… how fabulous is that?!

I am a sweet red sort of gal and the Sweet Red is fantastic, apparently someone else thought so too because that someone swiped my bottle. Tsk tsk, not nice sir... not nice at all. I had enjoyed but one delicious glass. I wasn’t a happy camper; keep your paws of my wine bottle before I have to go all stealthy wine ninja on you.  

Note the creepy painting...

We use EMF detectors and other tools to attempt to locate spirits in the cemetery on the grounds. It was pitch black except for a huge full moon overhead. Spooky! There wasn't much activity going on in the cemetery, but I'm an oddball who really enjoys reading old time headstones... so I was pretty stoked anyway. 

AHHHHHH scary ghost, oh wait no, just a creepy member of our group. Oh how boys like to get into the "spirit" of things. Spirit... like ghost... get it? Well I laughed while writing it. 

Walking up to many of the buildings you will see signs like this posted. The floors, walls and ceilings in come building are starting to crumble and it can be tricky navigating through the clutter. I laugh in the face of warning signs... kidding... I was very glad we had experienced professionals guiding us through.

Here is one of the rooms we went through. It was in this building that I had a sharp tug on my hair followed my intense goosebumps. I turned around to swat my manpals hand or gripe at my then roomie about messing with me... but there wasn't anyone behind me. The air was ice cold. It was the strangest sensation, I'm fairly confident that I had a spirit messing with me. When I talked to our guide about it, she said that several women with long hair experienced similar things in the past... glad it wasn't just me. Gulp. 

We went into an underground bunker, I wasn't able to take photos because it was too dark. We sat silent with two motion sensor lights on opposite sides of the room. There was no wind, no bugs or rodents, nothing in the room except for the handful of people sitting together in the center. The motion sensor lights were facing away from us. Nothing happened, a little boring right? Then a guy in our group who is a huge Elvis fan started playing "Blue Christmas", the motion lights came on. The music stopped, so did the lights. Whenever Elvis was played the lights would go nuts, if another artist was played the lights went off. Apparently the bunker had a few Elvis fans from the other side. 

I believe in things that go bump in the night. There have been several instances in my life that I can't explain with science and logic. The human body is composed of so much energy, that energy has to go somewhere. I don't feel that the energy simply ceases to exist. There is a great deal that can't be explained. To simply right off all possibilities as things of fiction is perhaps living in denial.  

The next time you find yourself alone at night, take the time to listen to the things around you. You never know, maybe you aren’t alone with your Real House Wives marathon. 

Take some time in the comments below and tell me, do you believe in ghosts or other things that go bump in the night?