Like running, there are a few things in life that I cannot get enough of. This raspberry spread from Costco is one of them. It makes a piece of bland toast absolutely sing and a bowl of Greek yogurt do a little jig.
If they axe this product like they did their Organic Peanut Butter I will have to have a very long talk with their buyer.
This TJ’s chocolate milk is a close second. Since we cut out cow’s milk last fall we have been going through at least one of these per week as our preferred recovery drink.
Speaking of preferences, I don’t feel that it is right to choose a favorite child, so I will choose Charlie as my favorite person this week.
I choose him because of his approach to annoying things in life, like errands. I look miserable while he looks freaking ecstatic.
As far as beauty goes, you all know that I would rather run and sweat than get all dolled up. But this makeup, which I picked up at the drugstore the other day when they were out of my favorite Neutrogena foundation, is the absolute bomb. I can put it on right over sunscreen and I don’t even need touch ups with powder later in the day. Done and done. A girl has so many more important things to do in life than spend time in the powder room.
I am becoming a huge fan of iHeart radio for my runs. I used to listen to Spotify but I got tired of listening to beer commercials on my runs because it made me dream about being at happy hour instead of out on the road eight sweaty miles away from home. Or was it Snapple? I can’t remember. What I do know for sure is that iHeart is my favorite.
MFP finally bit the bullet and ordered a subscription to The New Yorker so that I wouldn’t schedule random doctor’s visits just so that I could read it in waiting rooms around town. Wait, I think I subscribed to it. Anyway, it is a favorite.
Please don’t make fun of this one. I love ice.
You see, when I went to the Science Center the other day with Youngest’s class we watched an IMAX movie about how the Arctic ice is melting at an alarming rate and so the polar bears have to now swim like nine days straight to get the next iceberg.
So now I am appreciating it so much more. For icing muscles and for chilling my water.
And possibly for keeping happy hour beer cold, the ones that I dream about on my sweaty runs but never quite make it to drinking.
But back to the Polar Bears. They made me think of Charlie, and for two nights I had disturbing dreams about him being chased by a wolf, after which I woke up in a cold sweat and poured myself a glass of ice water.
But since bad dreams are something that I hate and not something that I love, I will stop right here.