Monday, September 28, 2009

I love my sisters. again.

and I love having them here with me in Utah.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

a photomontage weekend... especially for Mama Rica!

The past weekend in a nutshell... Mr. D and the gents golfing. My 5k where I won $10 (see previous post)! Taking Ms. K out for her birthday, including the BYU game! A more amazing Mrs. D with the Kron girls! And hanging out with these awesome people. Overall, a GREAT weekend. (Garden update to come later this week!)

money money money...another reason why I run :)

Ok, remember when I said I won first place in my 5k??
Look here!
This is the greatest weekend of my life. I have never won money before. Ever. And I actually EARNED it, it wasn't just a random selection.
This past week had been B-A-N-A-N-A-S. Also, I got first place in my 5k today. First place in females, and 5th overall, I think. (out of like 17) But still... first. wow.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

addiction confessional

oops... I did it again. remember this post? :sigh:: Hi, my name is Mrs. D. (Hi, Mrs. D) And I am a recovering freshutahpeachaholic. I have eaten at least 3-5 peaches every day for the last week, and the sight of peaches still makes me swoon. I've eaten a quarter bushel of peaches all by myself in the last 7 days. I mean, I started out with good intentions. I wanted to make a few peach pies for my family... but then I started eating those glorious Utah Peaches and have not been able to get myself to stop. I barely have enough left to make one pie. But then I will have no peaches left... what a dilemma. And what shall I do in November, when peaches cost not $15 a half bushel, but $3 or more a pound??? You know how bears store (eat) all the food they can before hibernating for the winter? I think that's sort of what I've been doing with fresh produce... because I can get away with it, at least for the next month until the first frost comes. So until then... on to what's left of my beloved peaches (because truly, out of that huge 1/2 bushel, these are all that remain). I love peaches.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Why I run... (goals for Sept 20, 2010)


wow...Sunday marks my one year mark of being a runner!! 365 days, seven 5k's, two 10k's and two half marathons later, the desire to run (and read and create) still burns in me.

One year from now, I will have run my first marathon and hope to be training for my second. I will also continue in my efforts to run one race every month (hopefully continuing to maneuver my way to find the cheapest races!). So in other words, a year from now I will have run 24 races.

I cannot emphasize how much my art, teaching, spirituality and running are all interconnected to each other.
I LOVE MY LIFE. I am seriously so blessed.
And you know what? If Elaine S. Dalton can run the Boston Marathon, so can I. Someday...

PS saw "The Proposal" movie today. A+ winner. Put that on my birthday list...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I was busy painting a mural

in the hallway of my apartment complex (with permission, of course). All day, students from my complex walked by, complimenting me on my work. But one gentleman in particular caught my eye. Towards the start of the evening, he walked past my apartment, backpack in tow, and casually mentioned that he was headed to the library. As I was nearly done with my little art project, I volunteered to go with him...the best decision I have ever made in my life. After an evening of serious studying till midnight (a first and last for the two of us), we attempted to walk through the McDonald's drive through (and failed), ending up at Denny's for our now-infamous brownie a la mode, talking late into the early morning. I came home to raised eyebrows and serious suspicion, which I flippantly denied, "We're just good friends now, is all. We like to talk with each other." Of course, within a week, Mr. D and I were officially inseparable. Four years ago today, I made the one of the best decisions of my university years, that ultimately led to the absolute best decisions of my life, marrying Mr. D, continuing work on my art, becoming a teacher, starting to run again, and trying things I would have never thought to try, like gardening, baking and cooking from scratch. Four years may not seem like a long time. But that's how long I was in high school (which felt like an eternity then!), and that is 1/6th of my life!! I can only hope to have many many more happy years with my Mr. D and (maybe not quite so) many brownie a la modes. September 15, 2005 will forever live in my memory as the night of our very first date. I love you, Mr. D!!!!!

Monday, September 14, 2009

"Get here 15 minutes later and go home 15 minutes earlier."

WHAT?! That was the personal advice of my mentor today. To spend less time as teacher and more time on me and Mr. D. Good advice, its just so hard to do. Sometimes teaching is literally all I think about, from the time I wake up to the moment my head hits the pillow. Maybe that is how teachers get so burnt out so fast (the average is 3 years, I think). My mentor promised me I would be able to sleep better if I followed his advice. It has been a recurring nightmare of mine since the start of the school year that either (1) I sleep in, don't call a substitute, no one is there to cover my class and I get fired, or (2) The students are so noisy and crazy that no one can hear me, even though I am screaming out instructions. I will try to take his advice. It will be hard. But it will force me to better manage my time wisely. Today, I leave at 2:45.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Remembering 2001

That morning, September 11, 2001, was probably the most clear memory I have of seminary. My mom was seminary teacher that year, in our home, so I had no excuse to be late or have anything less than perfect attendance. She had us do an activity (she later told us she just got the idea from the New Era Magazine that month) where we were to simulate in our minds being in a fatal plane crash. She handed us each a 3x5 notecard and said that we had 5 minutes to write to our loved ones, for while we were guaranteed to not survive, by some miracle our notecards would. Everyone took their 5 minutes, frantically writing all we could if we only had 5 minutes left on this earth. My mom promptly collected the cards, put them in a pile, and started tearing them to shreds without a word. One of the louder boys in our class, we'll call him "M," shrieked, "But Sister K, I put my heart and soul into that note!! How could you do that?!?" My mom must have smiled, hoping for a response such as this, and went on to make the analogy between our experience and those who wrote the Book of Mormon. Those who put their heart and soul into what they wrote, knowing it would be of benefit to us, and when we do not daily read those words of guidance, it is like we are tearing up their last words. A great lesson. My mother is an amazing teacher. But still... eerie that we had that lesson only a few short hours before it all happened.... Also, you should really watch this. It is a good story, if you have 8 minutes to spare.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Poor Mr. D. He even woke up early this morning to watch me finish my race. unfortunately... I misunderstood when my 5k was this morning and arrived just in time for the post race breakfast--WHAT?!?! Yeah, I was about 45 minutes late instead of 15 minutes early. Which brings me back to the concept of karma. I have never run a race without paying the race fee. Ever. Even though I have attempted to run in about 4 "free" races in the last year, none of them have worked out for one reason or another, including today's race. Which leads me to believe that I NEED to pay for a race to feel legit in racing in it...or at least thats what I think my subconscious must be thinking. But needless to say, today was a PERFECT day for a run and I was up anyways, so I ran to the gym, worked out, and ran home. What a great, lazy start to the day. I can't believe I've been up since 8 and that is all I have done. Off to get some cleaning done!

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

I felt so great just the day after my race. But how, when I was lathargic, cranky, and famished for days after my last half marathon?? Well, I can boil it down to that I read this the (early) morning before my race last Saturday: "But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul." (2 Nephi 32:9) And you know what? Its true. Find out more here. Told you I smiled all the way through the finish line :)


We watched the Obama speech on education in my class today. It was fantastic. You can find the link to the full text here. It is a shame that some students were not able to watch it because of their teachers or parents not wanting students to hear Obama's "Liberal Agenda." Puh-leeez. Or you can watch it at the White House website, P.S. Jeez, parents. What controversy??

Monday, September 07, 2009

No white after Labor Day

Good thing my summer included a lot of this: Ah... Labor Day. Even my 11 year old brother knows that old adage. Too bad people still wear white, but it is the end of swimsuit season. :( The end of a long lovely summer is officially upon us. Most especial thanks to the C&C "Country Club" for all the lazy afternoons this summer.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

this just in--

So... even though I just posted, I HAD to post again. I PR'd at my half marathon!! I had NO idea... it was only about 20 seconds faster, but hey, its still 20 seconds! And I placed: 98th overall in the half marathon, out of 240. 42nd in women running the half marathon, out of 138. 6th place in my female age group (20-24) out of 16. NOT half bad... maybe my next half marathon goal could be to cut down a minute or two off my time...

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Wow. WHAT. A. DAY.

I arrived at my half-marathon later than I anticipated as my alarm didn't go off and I woke up at 6am, could barely eat I was so nervous, and barely made it to the restroom before the start of the race. In line for the restrooms, I made friends with a girl named Sasha, who was ALSO running her second half-marathon (her first was in the spring, run in approximately 2 hours, like mine), we had BOTH been runners since just last August, were BOTH were married, early 20's, wore baby blue shirts and black shorts, and has THE SAME IPOD NANO--hot pink. We were destined to run together today.

And the weather could not have been more perfect for September. The race may have started with a little rain, but at least we had cloud cover for all but the last 20 minutes of the race... it was lovely. Sasha and I faithfully ran together until the last 3 miles, where I realized I just had too much left in me to stop and walk with her (she kept getting tired and wanted to take walking breaks), so I broke free and even ran my last mile the fastest of all my miles (8 minutes!), finishing with a HUGE (real!) smile, and into the arms of my two sisters and handsome Mr. D, patiently waiting at the finish line (in PJ's of course!) for me, so that we could all partake of the glorious selection of post-race breakfast feast. Awesome.

Then we came home and watched my Buckeyes beat Navy as we baked heart-healthy muffins and stromboli from the recipe I mentioned a few posts ago. Of the 3 stromboli I made, all were delish, and one was ENORMOUS!! My house still smells heavenly.

THEN, there was ....................... THE BYU GAME.
Even as I type, hours after BYU's upset win v. #3 ranked Oklahoma, there is rioting (ok, more like cheering with fireworks) in the streets here in Cougartown. Everyone is going nuts with excitement and Cougar Pride, cars honking nonstop (even the trains have been tooting their horns all evening!), and I even saw fireworks lit in the middle of a road, as well as from the balcony of a five story apartment complex (which I am pretty sure is illegal...). Long story short: this is certainly a game to go down in history. And it was thrilling (and terribly frightening, it was so close) game to watch. I was shocked at how many friends and former colleagues actually watched the game (some of whom hate sports!) and called me afterwards to share in the excitement.

Gratitude. That is what I feel today. Grateful for the competitive nature that is SPORTS, that I both married and have evolved into, to bring people together, united as one. I know some may argue the nature of poor sportsmanship, but it is days like today that really make me think, this is why I love the olypmics so much. This is why I am OK with Mr. D watching hours upon hours of sports (other than the fact that its his job)... because sports are about so much more than one team competing against another. Its about passion. Its about passion for life. Its about very different people coming together and unifying in a cause. I am honored to consider myself in that sort of community.

And you know what? I never took a (typical post-race) nap today. And I feel GREAT.


I finished. Under 2 hours. Smiling. Now I need a nap. Details to come.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Pre-game meal

I have long before made it a point to ease the anxiety before a race by making myself feel gloriously happy and spoiled. Enter: a night with chicken enchiladas (that I didn't have to make myself), a tivo'd movie I LOVE (Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd in The Object of My Affection) and this monster of a cookie. Eat your heart out. I'm ready for this.

1 Day Left

Yeah, my half marathon is tomorrow. I'm freaking out just a little bit. I just took at 3 hour nap to calm down the jitters and now I probably won't be able to fall asleep tonight. Awesome.

Why am I so nervous? Mostly because this is the longest I will have ever run on my own. With no one to talk to. You see, I have, over the last few months (especially with the advent of hot weather = sweaty hands) stopped using my ipod altogether. You heard me right. I have been so miraculously blessed that I can go (at least single digit) miles running on my own without music. And for double digits I have been blessed with running buddies to talk to, complain to, and strengthen me when I need it most, including the last 13.1 miles I ran back in April.

But silly me, I signed up for this on my own, and tomorrow, it will be just me and Pinky (my pink iNano). But I have my awesome new Ironman watch from Concessa (that will count each of my 13 mile splits!) and music, so I am hoping that having technology on my side will benefit me... somehow. Or at least keep me sane without anyone to talk to for two hours.

At least I have the finish line to look forward to, with my handsome hubby and sisters eagerly awaiting me so that we can go watch Ohio State CRUSH Navy at 10am. Oh, and tomorrow morning will mark the EARLIEST race I've ever run: 7am start time. Good thing I am used to waking up at 5am.

My sole goal in this race? To finish with a smile (instead of bawling as I cross the finish line like last time!).
Now off to eat some pasta...

Thursday, September 03, 2009


At my school district, they have a VERY strict cell phone policy (Actually, most policies are very strict here...). And that policy is that if a student is caught in class with a cell phone, it may be immediately confiscated by the teacher at anytime. The first time, the student must pick up the phone from the principal. The second time, they can only pick up their phone with their parent or guardian present. Third time? Suspension. And this is LIFETIME accumulation at the high school (that's three years!). This policy is CRAZY drilled into these kids heads and is something that I made sure every knew was a strictly enforced policy in my class... three strikes and you're out. LITERALLY. So a student in my last class was TALKING on her cell phone, with 20 minutes left in class, and the school day. TALKING, people. I can't even remember how many times I've taken away phones from a texter, but TALKING?!?! REALLY?!?! Its only two weeks into school, and you've already broken the cardinal rule at the school? REALLY?!?! Oh, and of course, I put out my hand and say, "You know the policy. Say goodbye to your friend and give me your phone." SHOCKED, she looks at me completely dismayed and says "But I have all my work done!" REALLY. Of course I took her phone. And of course she hassled me all the way to the principal's office. She will probably try the rest of the semester to ruin my class for taking her phone. But you know what? That was entirely her fault. If you don't talk on your phone in class, you have a 100% chance of me NOT taking it from you. REALLY.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

M. Pieracini's STROMBOLI recipe!

Call it whatever you want but I am calling it pure LUCK. I have been looking for this stromboli recipe for the last five years, yes, ever since I graduated high school and struck out on my own. We used to make it for the fundraising italian dinner for Girl's Camp when "Cini" was our YW's president and it was a HUGE hit... I cannot believe I chanced to stumble upon it!!! So here is the hard copy so I never forget it (but you should still check out the link since it contains YUMMY pictures!!) I love you, woman!!!! I am already salivating. Guess what I am making for Labor Day weekend???? 1 T Italian seasoning 1 package yeast (activate) 1 T sugar 1 C warm water 3 C flour 1 1/2 tsp salt 2 T oil Mix all dry ingredients. Add oil and yeast mixture. Then place dough in greased bowl and let rise 4-5 hours. Pesto Sauce 1 egg (beaten) 1/2 tsp garlic powder 1 T oregano 1/2 tsp pepper 2 T olive oil 1 T Parmesan cheese Roll dough 9x12 and brush with pesto sauce. Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese and add any additional toppings* you wish. *(pepperoni, Italian sausage, peppers, mushrooms, bacon, provolone, thin ham, pineapple etc..) Preheat oven to 425. Roll dough like a jelly roll and pinch side seams under. Place on greased cookie sheet in a half moon shape. Cut even slices half way through dough. Loosely place foil over ends to avoid over browning. Bake 25-30 minutes. Remove foil last 10 minutes. Brush crust with butter. Serve and Enjoy! (optional: serve with marinara sauce for dipping)

Tuesday, September 01, 2009


I haven't run a race since June. And I really hate running in the heat... probably due to the fact that the majority of my running and races have been in the cold and my summer running training just seems to be seriously lacking to to laziness, heat exhaustion (who wants to run when its 95 degrees outside??), and I am still trying to figure out how to drink water without feeling nauseated (I usually have to jog, walk, then stop completely before I can drink anything... its awful, I know).

So... I thought I was unprepared for the Provo Half. But that was nothing compared to this. At least for the Provo, I had friends running with me (I don't this time around) and music (I'm still debating whether or not I will be using my ipod). At least I know that after this race, it will only get cooler outside... and that spells some yummy running weather ahead (and snow, I know, but there are always treadmills and TBS movies to be watched in case of ice!)

At least (hopefully) my sisters and this guy will be there to see me run... (...and then collapse, crying at the end, followed by four hour naps and eating massive amounts of foods. Poor Guy. He has no idea what he is in for).
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