<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:18:04.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowmovingwife</title><subtitle type='html'>The "other" side of triathlon life and all that other stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735.post-1449949878683599668</id><published>2011-03-02T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:23:32.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Going to Do WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... Maybe I should blog something. Since sh*%'s about to get interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450506429871372735-1449949878683599668?l=slowmovingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1449949878683599668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/1449949878683599668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/1449949878683599668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmmmm.html' title='You&apos;re Going to Do WHAT?!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735.post-7574394279193684445</id><published>2009-09-29T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:20:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/SsIXpp_rAlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fii_lHRyi18/s1600-h/Akron+Half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386894108703523410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/SsIXpp_rAlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fii_lHRyi18/s200/Akron+Half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I did it! I completed my first road half marathon on Saturday at Akron. All I can say is, it was really fun! I never once felt awful, like I was going to die, like why am I doing this to myself?! I guess maybe I should have run faster....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450506429871372735-7574394279193684445?l=slowmovingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7574394279193684445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/7574394279193684445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/7574394279193684445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/bird.html' title='The Bird'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/SsIXpp_rAlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fii_lHRyi18/s72-c/Akron+Half.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735.post-5220432268672895520</id><published>2009-09-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:48:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furry Toes and Benadryl</title><content type='html'>Ryan seems to be feeling better today and I actually slept through the whole night, just to wake up with him curled against my back.  It was kind of nice to have someone next to me this morning since my husband is gone for work.  Although now that I think about it, my bed really never gets too lonely.  There's always at least one cat and of course the dog.  Not that her little ten pounds does much but keep my feet warm.  And the cats are mad at me right now b/c I forgot to buy them food in my rush through the Giant Eagle last night. (Had to stop for Ryan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since I'm thinking about the Giant Eagle (and how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rootstown&lt;/span&gt; one needs to get their crap together), I've been dabbling in slashing our grocery bills.  Actually.  It's kind of become an obsession. A little all-consuming.  I've never been very good at moderation.  And now it's kind of justified because I am saving a ton of $.  I think.  Well, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;But I read on another blog about Walgreen's ... buy 2 Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; at $4.99 each and get a $5 register receipt. Oh yeah? Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THAT's&lt;/span&gt; something we could use.  So, I pulled out my 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coopins&lt;/span&gt; (yes, that's how&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; spell it) so I could save $2 more and set off to find the Walgreen's supposedly right around the corner from work.  Yeah. I might have locked the doors a little too obviously when I passed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FelonsForHire&lt;/span&gt;." And damn Akron and their stupid one-way streets.  But, I did finally find the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt;.  And got my 2 bottles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; and used the $5 to buy some cat food.  Not quite sure if it was in fact a deal or not considering I missed my lunch run, drove around aimlessly for 20 minutes and risked life and limb.  At least I remembered the cat food.  It's supposed to be kind of cool tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450506429871372735-5220432268672895520?l=slowmovingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220432268672895520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/furry-toes-and-benadryl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/5220432268672895520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/5220432268672895520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/furry-toes-and-benadryl.html' title='Furry Toes and Benadryl'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735.post-2264845011628952646</id><published>2009-09-21T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:46:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chainsaws and Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here contemplating and trying to type but my hands are apparently too lazy to move far enough to reach all the right keys. I spent most of the night sitting up with Ryan. Listening to his chest whistle as he slept. You'd think after two years, I'd relax knowing he will come in and wake me if it gets too bad. Somehow he makes it through.&lt;br /&gt;So weird - allergic to all the things that I love and feel like home to me. Horses, autumn leaves, dust, hay... oh and uh, peanut butter! How did I even birth this child?! I still think it'd make a great genetics study.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of studying. I really need to get my crap together. I'm 0 for 3 on my classes this semester. First I missed the first online classes b/c I forgot. Then I forgot about my online exams and squeezed one in in a hurry only to bomb it big time. The other one I completely missed. We'll see if the instructor will have pity on me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; it. Maybe. Not that I deserve it. I just totally dropped the ball.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a minute to refocus. I get so caught up in the tasks I have to perform everyday that I never step out of the routine. I can feel that I'm becoming really inefficient. But, I haven't had time to look at where I'm screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll think about that while I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' out on the elliptical at lunch. Maybe I can syphon some energy from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;See even my post is scatter-brained!  Soooo... I'm thinkin' I probably shouldn't use that chainsaw to cut down all the trees like Ryan suggested this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450506429871372735-2264845011628952646?l=slowmovingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2264845011628952646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/chainsaws-and-sleep-deprivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/2264845011628952646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/2264845011628952646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/09/chainsaws-and-sleep-deprivation.html' title='Chainsaws and Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450506429871372735.post-7726251482957399876</id><published>2009-08-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:53:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, Testing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I probably should have started this back in November when my sweet husband started his Ironman training. But I guess it's been too crazy busy for me to even think about getting it all on paper... er, text, er, you know what I mean. Such is life. My life at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And since it's 3pm and I'm at work... this is all I shall write right now. But stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8450506429871372735-7726251482957399876?l=slowmovingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7726251482957399876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/7726251482957399876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450506429871372735/posts/default/7726251482957399876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowmovingwife.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, Testing ...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079431495509833272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9vrXjbVLMm0/So7pSQe2UFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/awfFC_-asxM/S220/Natatorium_5k_07Nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
