I’ve Been Bobbled

First of all, Happy Day After July 4th. Did you know that per a nationwide telephone survey, one in five U.S. teens didn't know from which country America declared its independence? I hate these stories because, as an American, they embarrass me. What the heck are our kids learning anyway, if not these most basic of facts about our history? Believe me, I know the info is being taught. For whatever reason it’s not being retained. Perhaps it’s apathy. Perhaps it’s distraction with other things. Perhaps this is unacceptable!!

I’ve always said you know you’ve made it in life when you have a bobble head of yourself. You might remember the contest where I won the chance to be bobbled. Many of you thought I should have picked the bobble head sitting on a toilet. In the end I went with runner girl. I may always regret that decision. I probably spend a little more time on the toilet than running. All things toilet have certainly defined me on this blog.

Last night we had the bobble head unveiling. But first, I’d like to show you my melons:

The unveiling was done before a group of 35 family and friends. I must confess, they did not come to see the bobble head. They came to celebrate our country’s independence. From who we became independent, I have no clue. The bobble was just the icing on the cake. I know Thomas Jefferson would have been proud.

Here’s the finished product. Not exact, but PDG (pretty damn good):

And, when I went to bed last night, I one of my friends had tucked Ms. Bobble safely away for the night:

Thanks Nuf Said Advertising for the great prize!!

Finally, the Chance to Have Boobs

Come on ya’ll, vote on the picture contest if you haven’t already. We’ve got penises, vaginas, you name it. Don’t miss out.

Before I go off the deep end about something non-running related, here’s the running scoop for me. Last week = 44.5 miles including an 8 miler at marathon pace (8:40), Yassos (5 x 800 @ 3:45), a 12 miler and an 18.5 miler. This week is much of the same: an 8 miler at MP (8:40), Yassos (6 x 800 @ 3:30), a 10 miler and an 18 miler. Finally, next week I will back off some and then start to taper down for my May 9th (Mother’s Day) marathon!

Now that we got running trash taken care of…I’ll say this about myself: I love to win. Who doesn’t? This little habit of mine, i.e., needing and wanting to win, is probably the reason I have visited the fine city of Las Vegas no less than 12 times over the past 7 years. I like to think that I have singlehandedly built the Wynn Hotel with all of my losses. Okay, perhaps I just purchased one of the barstools in the Carnival Bar, but whatever. You get the picture. I lose. Every. Single. Time.

The good news is, my children still have a roof over their heads and they have warm Ramen noodles to eat. It’s all good.

I threw my name in the hat for a recent giveaway through Nuf Said, an advertising agency in Lafayette, Colorado. My husband’s company is a client of Nuf Said, so I was considered a legitimate entrant. I won. The prize? A bobble head of myself.

Don’t even think that you don’t need one of these. It’s a must have. Who doesn’t want a distorted dollish replica of themselves with an oversized, wiggling head?

I had no idea what went into creating a bobble head of oneself. It’s the type of of thing you don’t know about until you experience it. Kind of like putting a spoon in the crease of the Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls and watching them pop, or feeling cotton candy melt in your mouth. It’s all a new adventure.

Here’s what’s all involved: First, you need to pick your body. I had it narrowed down to these:

The only time I will ever have boobs:

The obvious choice – the runner. Check out those crazy heels on the shoes :

A true Shut Up and Run bobble head (love the fuchsia panties!):

This would be the butch version of me:

I ended up boring and went with the runner. I requested to have African skin tones, blond hair and green eyes, just to throw everyone off (JK). I sent in these pictures to keep it accurate:

Holy crap. Look at that wrinkled lower face and neck. Don’t even get me started on the pointy nose.

All of this info is submitted to the bobble making universe and in about a month’s time, I’ll be the proud owner of a BH to show you!

What would your bobble head look like? Take a look HERE.

PS: Don't even pretend you didn't notice my new format/background. Whatcha think?

Drinking: H2O