This is what happens when.....

So I thought it would be a good thing to train for a half marathon....why?  I answer thee why not!  I have been having a really good time with my two sprint triathlons so I figured why not a half marathon.  I came to this decision when on a "cool" December day when the crisp not so winter wind was blowing and I just got out of the swimming pool and shivered all the way to my locker (yes the pool is outside) and decided "I do not like to swim or bike when there is a chilled southern wind about".  So making this decision was somewhat easy because I do not mind running in the chilled air.  So I have begun to "train" (train is in quotes because I hope everyone who reads this...the three of you...will put your two fingered dance fingers in the air and pump them up and down and say train with a sarcastic look on your face).  So like I was saying I have been "train"ing and decided I needed to go farther than my farthest run which up to that point had been seven miles (since I will be running 13.1).  On Thursday I had a bit of time between my activities and decided I was going to go farther than 7 miles.  So I began....

Now any one of my three followers that happen to run might know what 'runner's trots' are.  I say this because 50% of runners get the runner trots so 1.5 of you will know what I mean.  In no way am I trying to be disgusting but basically and very suddenly you feel as though you might poop your pants.  This happens to me occasionally and I have to sit and breath deeply, possibly pass some gas, and punch myself in the stomach.  So needless to say I get the trots about 1.5 miles into my 8 or so mile run and have to do the above mentioned.  Now I have never proceeded  farther after having an episode.  I usually head straight back home and mad because I had to sit for 5-10 minutes and my running time sucks.  So I decided to do an experiment and see if they would simply just disappear after resting for a bit-- I should have just ran home. Don't worry, I did not poop my pants--I didn't even come close.  

So there I go....I pass the 3rd mile turn around (that meaning I would be running 6 miles--3 there, 3 back)  I just keep on going past the 4th mile.  Now I am in uncharted territory.  I have only ridden my bike this far never on foot.  I keep on going past the 5th and to towards the 6th mile!  I am clear by ASU campus and Tempe Town Lake at this point.  I stop and take a few minutes to get me pumped to run 6 miles back home to make it a 12 miler!  It has been about an hour now--Mind you-- all this time  I have been listening to my ipod with Jimmy Eat World and Thursday in my ears not to mention my brain talking to me.  I am starting my seffanth (7th) mile when above my head from Sky Harbor, a Southwest jet is taking off and is still accenting into the sky.  It is still low and my brain begins to wonder "I wonder where these people are goi......" and that is when it happened.

I stepped just right on the side walk to cause my right foot to crumble beneath me and rolled it real nice like on both sides of my foot.  Now this happened in a split second so I couldn't continue my though about where all those people in the airplane were going which would have killed at least three minutes on the run.  I landed in a heap scraping up my left knee and arm and scratching up my ipod.  I thought it was broken at first because I obviously didn't hear, but I felt some nasty nasty stuff happen in my foot.  I am not ashamed to say I cried and I did not swear although I thought it would be allowed if I did.  So I rolled around on the sidewalk/sand and looked around to see if anyone saw that magnificent sight, but neigh there was no one really close.  So I picked myself up and did the test of standing on it which in my book means it's not broken (I still don't believe you Michelle).  So I hobbled to the shade and wiped my tears away along with the sand/dirt and then thought "What the crap am I to do.  I am as FAR away from home as possible and I don't have my cell phone"  I did have my mace though just in case someone wanted to steal my camel back.  So I hobbled up the trail to a group of girls that were playing sand volleyball by the "lake" (remember to see above about the quotes).  One girl let me borrow the phone and I called Zac.  Thank HEAVENS he answered because I don't know anyone else's number by heart here in the AZ.  I would have called my mom but well......  I freaked him out by saying "I got hurt real bad" as the first words out of my mouth on a cell phone number he didn't recognize.  So he got real worked up and was ready to kill someone until I explained the above.  So he rushed out of work and I hobbled another 1/2 mile to the road and sat and waited for him.  He was so sweet.  He bought me a lunch and then carried me out of the car and up the third floor.  (I felt like I was ten)

Here it is again.  It puffed up real bad and I have been a MR.F (arrested development anyone??) since the experience happened.  I am walking better now though.

This is my sad face.

This is Jaitz's sad face.......We were scolding him until he looked sad so we could take this picture.  I think he was just feeling sorry for me though.

So to tie back in to my posting header....This is what happens when you.... look at an airplane in the sky while running on a sidewalk that slowly curves to the left.  I should have just learned from the past and ran back home after those blasted trots.  But I guess the trots never came back so take that science!

Serbians get all the glory

I know I haven't posted in a while...mostly because nothing too exciting has been happening. Plus I have not taken any pictures for quite sometime.  I love the digital age, don't get me wrong, but I have a few qualms with it (is qualm the word I was looking for?)  Number one-our digital camera eats batteries like Jaitz eats boiled beef--fast and without breathing.  It seems I take three pictures with a fresh set of batteries and they are already dead.  Number two-I miss taking my film into lets say Walmart to drop it off, wait for an hour, and then sit there on the Walmart wire metal benches and look at them, laugh out loud, get a strange look from the dude who doesn't speak English, and then hand them out to my friends.  You guys remember when I would put pictures in a little envelope and put your name on the front and then give them to you at some function we were all at.  It doesn't happen now in the digital age.  I don't print out pictures anymore.  Number thrice- I miss pictures books.  I still have a whole boat load of pictures books don't get me wrong but they just kinda stop at about age 22.  If I ever start to look in these picture books I end up getting SUCKED in.  I will no doubt be looking for one picture for some reason and then I end up looking at all of my pictures from when I was born to about the age of 22.  Lets  just say that the world explodes and all that makes it through are my pictures.  The monkey scientists who discover them will only think I lived to 22.  But nay, I had lived much longer.  They will never know.  Anyways, you can see my debacle with the digital era.  But I'm not changing now--its too easy (And I can't tell you how many stupid pictures of the sky or unfocused faces I have had developed)  In the end, we should all just dance.

So on January 7th we as Drzayich's celebrate Serbian Christmas.  It's nothing too crazy.  I baked pogacha (bread) and baked a quarter into one of them.  We all rip a piece of bread off and the one who gets the quarter is lucky for a year.  We made Jaitz do it with us....he just licked the bread for about 2 minutes and then nibbled at it.  That is pretty much what we do for Serbian Christmas.  And then we eat the bread.

He didn't know what to do with us giving him people food so freely.

Zac got bread

I got the quarter!  Hooray!

So I am  going to be lucky this year so if any of you are betters just send the money my way and I will win you something...It might only be an animal from one of those claw machines but I will do it!

So that was Christmas

Christmas was a good one this year.  I never thought I would be one of those crazies traveling on Christmas Eve but hence, I was.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.  Plus being married to Zac we were two hours early and it only took about 30 minutes to get to our gate.  We were safer than sorrier.  We took Jaitz with us and he travels like a champion. We spent Christmas Eve with my family doing our usual traditions and this year I had to cook the steak.  Talk about pressure.  They turned out great and all was well (or medium well)-tee hee hee.  We spent Christmas day with Zac's family and had the usual brunch when all the relatives gather.  It was good and I gained a good five pounds.  LAME!  So we hardly took any pictures but here are the ones we got.

Every year the card table is pulled out with about three puzzles to be accomplished before everyone goes home.  This is me rocking the puzzle and looking like an old lady except for the great fashion sense-sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt. Do old lady's wear that??

Jaitz got his first encounter with snow and cold weather.  He was shivering like a fool when we first took him out.  He absolutely loved the snow though.  He pranced around in it and ate it like the snow was some sort of dog drug.  He kept shivering so I wrapped him up in a blanket and sung him to sleep (just kidding about the singing).

This was on our flight home and I thought it was a pretty picture.  

All in all I was happy to be in Idaho for Christmas. I was also pumped because we FINALLY got a white Christmas (even though it did start to rain Christmas Eve)  I miss my family and had a great time hanging with them while I was there.  Welp, peace out.

Mmmmm Turkey

So Thanksgiving has come and gone just like that!   I was so pumped for it because Zac's mom Peggy and brother Jake got to come down here to AZ for the holiday.  It was REALLY fun and I was so glad we were able to have some family with us.  I also didn't have to worry about screwing up my first Thanksgiving dinner because I had Peggy's help.  It turned out great and I think I have gained 5 pounds over this week.   We were able to see some of the sights here in the Phoenix area and we had a ball.  We got to go to one of my FAVORITE pizza places called Grimaldi's and I ate about my weight so that was good.  I said it was in preparation for the Thanksgiving dinner...I was stretching my stomach.  Anyhoo......

What a bunch of weirdo's.  

I really liked this picture.  Jake had some sort of setting on his camera that only allowed certain colors to show and I thought this one was neat.  Zac's not posing either...he is just deep in thought about how he loves pizza.

We went to the D-backs stadium and ate lunch inside by the field.  That's Jake holding a giant bat.

I'm on top of the world.

Proof. Thats all I'm gonna say.

We also got the chance to tour Zac's job site.  All I can say is how the crap do humans do what we do.  The job site was absolutely INSANE!!!  It is a 280,000 sq ft research facility.  The creepiest part is that they have two floors of 'animal rooms' which is exactly what you think it is.  They are rooms to test animals with stuff.  I kept thinking around every corner there would be a frothing dog with red eyes just waiting.....waiting.

We were also able to go to the Mesa temple which was really nice.  The Christmas lights are all up.  It is weird/different having it be sunny and 75 degrees with Christmas decorations and music being played all over the place.  It's all good though.  I like not having to scrap my car windows every morning.

I got tagged again.

So this tag is all about my spouse.  I won't get too gushy and I am getting to the point.  Enjoy.

p.s.  I think this picture is one of the funniest one's we have.  Look at Zac's eyes.  Holly helped us really make it a gem by blurring the sides.  We were going to use it as our christmas card picture but we figured not everyone would "get" it.

1. Where did you meet your husband?   Don't really know.  I was probably 9 or 10 when we 'met'

2. How long did you date before you got married?   9 months?  We knew each other for a long time so I don't keep track of that crap.

3.  How long have you been married?  4 years

4.  What does he do that surprises you?  Every now and then I wake up to him talking....that's kinda surprising to me.

5.  What is your favorite feature of his?  His creepy and crazy eyes (see above)

6.  What is his best quality?  His goal in life is to make me happy....fat and happy.

7. Does he have a nickname for you?  Lots....Upchuck, Cheech, KJ

8. What is his favorite food?  Cheesy noodle bake 

9. What is his favorite sport?  hmmmmm......Football are you kidding me with these questions?

10.  When and where did you first kiss?  Um...I don't remember when....I think it was before we were married......But it was in his car at night looking over the city of Eagle/Boise/Meridian/Mergal<----thats the dead space between Eagle and Meridian).

11.  What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?  Get Crunk

12. Do you have any children?  No and quit asking me!!!!  

13.  Does he have any hidden talents?  He is a fantastic racket ball player

14.  How old is he?  27 but you say it like- twenty SEFFAN

15.  Who said I love you first?  I did.  He can read minds.

16.  What is his favorite music? Not the radio-Alternative, indie

17.  What do you admire most about him?  He was the homecoming king in high school

18. What is his favorite color?  JET BLACK

19.  Will he read this?  Yes.  He is turning into a blog stalker.

20.  Who do you tag?  Heeeeather, Howlly, and Chelsea because I know you all will have hilarious answers.

Big Time Help

So all of you out there in the blogging world I need some advise.  For my 4th anniversary Zac is going to either take me to The Lion King (broadway style....not DVD style) or Les Miserables.  I can't decide and I want to see both but alas...I must choose.  I am hoping someone out there has seen one or both and can give me any suggestions.  So GO!

My Mom

So I got real lucky and scored a trip to Boise last week.  All I had to do was T-Bone someone when I was twenty years old and have that person take me to court five years later!!  It ended up working out because the dudes doctor ended up testifying against him and he also went bankrupt.  He had to settle and my lawyer said he wouldn't see a penny of it....so free trip!!  Whilst I was in Boise, it happened to be my mom's 52nd....okay 62nd birthday (but she could pass for 52).  It was really fun and everyone was there (except Zac-tear).  She also retired from her job and is living the high life!  If anyone knows my mom you will all know that she is classic and classy.  I hope I can be as kind, thoughtful, helpful, and as generous as her when I  grow up... ;)  Also I hope I can be as beautiful as her. She is a fox!  Check out these pictures to prove me right.

Me and my moms

These are all the grandkids plus Richelle because Paige didn't want to be put down.  

And this gem is my favorite.  Check out the space behind me and my sister.  That is my mom peeking in on our self portrait.  Nice work maw.  We're all a bit creepy and I love it!  I really miss my family and especially my mom since we have moved down here to sunny AZ.  It was really fun to go back for a visit and enjoy the fall weather and the company of my family.