so pretty Im ugly...

I have a nice new splotchy red eyeball whose lid is halfway down, heavy with eye bibith. Pretty.

I have officially caught my Son's eye infection, but I am glad that he is free of the itchy eyeball.

So, I have not been able to put in my contacts, well I could, but then my contacts would be all infected and you would be able to see my gross eye smack dab in front of you, plus the unbearable pain, but I digress.

Back to the contacts debacle, I have since had to run on the treadmill inside since sans contacts and sans glasses I cant see shyt.

I have had to forgo these lovely afternoon/evening running temps due to the monsoon clouds and see them from the clanking of a treadmill. Thus, I have only run outside once this week so far.

Mon: 6.03 miles at 8:47 min/mile in 53:01
Tues: Shot full of hormones. Zombie like state.
Weds: 4.04 miles at 8:14 min/miles in 33:20
Thurs: 5.22 miles at 8:25 min/miles in 44:03

I dispute the last time in the Thurs. entry. I planned on taking it to at least 4, but I was focused since I couldn't see anything, I concentrated on my run, form, breathing, gurgling stomach. I ran 5. When I finished my 5, I tried to end the workout on my nike + gear by pushing the MENU button as per instructions, however I thought I had stopped it and was just walking for my cooldown an additional 5 minutes. I checked on my times 2 minutes from when I first stopped the timer, and it was still going! Thats the real complaint I have for the NIKE + system, well not actually the system, but the armband. Its covered with black fabric, ideally to prevent your stinking sweat from touching its shiny black body, but if you are a perfectionist like me, it will drive you crazy since you want to be SURE you have turned your system off. In order to do this, you have to disconect your earbuds from yoru Nano, and slide your Nano out of its protective Darth Vader-like sheath. No easy feet as the armband is pretty skintight to the Nano, and the earbuds are plugged in such a way that you practically have to rip off the cord. Whew.

Anywho, I dispute the time because when I first checked my time, I thought it said 41:45? THe 41 is for sure, its the seconds that I am not sure about. I remember the 41 because I about jumped out of my skin...thats a PR for me.

Anywho, 8:25 minute miles is pretty good, so Ill take it.

I plan to run at least another 5 in the morning tomorrow. We will otherwise be rolling in GODS COUNTRY tomorrow nite and Saturday. Acorn stew here I come!!!

We want to take in out brothers to the North's White Mtn. Apache Tribal Fair, but if its raining and if shi'Ta can't get away, thats scrapped. I will at least eat some tamalecho and pound the dirt back home...wait, I cant see. Dang..Ill figure something out..maybe run with a guide dog. Heh.

Im exited for life. Im so happy I feel like im floating. Who knew happiness can come in the form of a tuna sub and 2 snoring men? hehehe.

+++NEWS+++

We have officially registered for the Las Vegas Half Marathon on Dec. 10th!!!

VEGAS here we come....

2:02....here I come!!!

NIKE +

Last nite I finally broke in my Nike + system, from the shoes, to the (black)Nano, to the new pristine white earbuds..I broke it all in.

I placed the little white plastic $30 buck piece in my never been used gray and red nike left shoe. Anticipation colored my world.

Placed my nano its new red and black case (lovin those colors yo), then had to take it out again to make sure the white thingamabob was attached to the end (which reads to the shoe and your footfalls..sweet eh?). Went to Menu on the Nano, selected Nike +, went on to playlists and chose my "run your ass off" list, and slipped my new toy back in its snug protector.

I was so excited I didn't want to waste any time to calibrate my run..so I just went off.

Kinda had a hard time getting the whole thing situated, from putting the Nano in its case, to making sure the earbuds were plugged in, to making sure I had the system all set to go when I actually began my run.

Finally, I jetted off into the darkness. Oh, then remembered to press the center button to get the system gelled to my run.

I ran till I got back to where I pressed the button, and pressed it again. This female voice came talking all loud in my ear, " You have run 1.47 miles in 13 minutes 7 seconds." SWEET!!!

I ran like I hadn't run in 2 days. I felt light and free, and sweaty. Sometimes, I love to run in darkness. Feeling out my form, my breathing, my legs. Last nite had me running fierce.

I ran that park 4 times. Each time monitoring my pace with that women's voice talking all loud in my ear. I was running 8:45, 8:50, 8:32, and once at a 9:05.

I finished in 52:01. I ran 6 miles in 8:47 min/miles. I burned 630 calories.

Nike + rocks.

Cool plus? It stores all your workouts and can upload them to the NIke+ website to monitor your progress and see if you meet your goals. YOu can challenge yourself to run a certain mileage, certain number of calories, or time.

I LOVE IT...

walking funny

I have a bad back.

Actually, it's a little more complicated than that. I have scoliosis.

I remember being 12 and having to go to the specialist in Globe. I knew then that whatever it was must be pretty serious, the hospital in San Carlos couldn't handle it, so I was referred out. Which I knew even then, was bad news.

It all started with those tests they use to give us at school. Ya know, line up, check your eyes, check your ears, measure and weigh you, touch your toes. It was the toes part that I had to do 4 times. They kept telling me to do it over and over again, finally telling me that my hips were not even. I was like ok, what does that mean? They called my Mom and right away arranged for an appointment in Globe. My Mom was so anxious, but I was just happy that I would have to miss school.

My mom explained to me that the nurse at my school explained to her, that when I bent over to touch my toes, one side of my hips was higher than the other, meaning that either one leg was longer than the other, OR that my spine was crooked. If it turned out to be my spine, then because I was young and still growing, I might need to wear a brace to align my spine. That news punched me in the gut. I remember reading a book of Judy Blume's called Deenie. In it, Deenie, the main character, is diagnosed with scoliosis and has to wear this big humongous brace till she stops growing. I couldn't put my head around the fact that my life might soon mirror that book.

The day of the appointment, I tried not to think about it, but I prayed so hard that night before to not have this awful thing happen to me.

The doctor examined me, measured my legs, and took x-rays.

I was diagnosed with scoliosis.

I had/have a slight curvation to the base of my spine. The doctor explained that my bones seemed to have reached the end of my growth, and thus, because I was almost done growing, a brace was not necessary for right now. I about jumped out my seat with joy, but my mother was silently crying in the corner. I mean, I was still scared with the thought of this scary sounding name attached to me for the rest of my life, but I was so freaking happy to not have to wear a brace and end up like poor ostracized Deenie. Funny thing is, I grew another 2 inches in the next 2 years.

The doctor went on to further explain that at my age then, I would probably not experience any pain or discomfort, however, as I got older, my back would more than likely get worse. The only thing I could do to combate the pain and eleveate it, would be to exercise, keep my weight down, and eat lots of calcium.

So hear I am, 30 years old with scoliosis. My back pain is a constant thing, in a way, I guess I have gotten used to it. People tend to think that I am fidgety, but really, I am trying to make myself more comfortable. I am constantly arching my back, stretching, popping. I cannot sit for very long in chairs that are hard or without a back. It hurts too much. Its funny to think of myself as in constant pain, but its not really, maybe discomfort is the word? Or maybe I have just gotten used to it. At nite, it is hard to sleep, to get into a position that is comfortable for my back, I wake almost every nite to stretch and lay on the floor.

I have heard stories of my grandmother, whom I have never met, walking with a side to side motion that I also do when I am tired. I often wonder if I take after her, if she had scoliosis too, but back then what skin knew what that was?

I accept my scoliosis and its encroachment on my life, but I won't ever use it as an excuse to be labeled "sick" or "disabled". I'm not. Just a ladee with a bad back.

PS. I would hate to think that peeps look at this as a post labeled "poor me poor me.", its not. Just a declaration that hey im not perfect, (physically anywho ..lol) but I'm not using anything as an excuse to keep me down.

Flu-man

Yesterday I believe the flu-man tried to catch me.

I laid it down to a full day of work...sleepy, achy, congested, and worn out. Got the call from daycare about Son-boi around 3:30 pm. Jetted to his school and picked him up amid a flurry of kisses and gentle hugs. He was cranky and whiny..with a boogery nose and temp of 101.

Came home and proceeded with the children's tylenol and rest. We laid down to an hour of Judge Judy, well I tried to.

Daddy came home and scooped up Son...I drank some Nyquil (straight gangsta outta the bottle - no spoon) and found myself waking up at 11pm. Hungry than a mofo..
Warmed up some Chicken Noodle soup, ate, and fell back asleep.

As is.. no run yesterday.

I have run a total of 10 lousy miles this week.

Mon: 6 miles.
Tues: No run.
Weds: 4 miles. 35:24. 8:51 minute miles.
Thurs: No run. Nyquil to blame.
Fri: Planned 6 miles?

This sickness is trying to get me...but I won't let it.

I acutually bought Meds. A big 72 count Costco bottle of Tylenol Sinus Congestion and Pain, that claims to get rid of chest congestion, headache, sinus pressure, and nasal congestion. We can only hope.

This is freaking me out. When I ran last Weds, I could actually feel my lungs get tighter with every mile. At the end, I was having to rely on little shivery breathes..

Phlegm sucks balls.

Breaking up

Check out Shannon Daugherty's new show.."Breaking Up with Shannon Dougherty".

It kills.

She is so bad ass.

I actuallly got that line from a sure goot fren..she said it about me. It's the best complimente I ever got. Heh.

Spin artist

I just got word on peeps who sponge off others hard-earned cash.

That shit will bite ya in the ass.

If you plan on going somewhere..plan accordingly. Don't expect to "crash" somewhere and act all innocent as to that wasn't your original plan in the first place.

If you are freaking over 25..or even 21 years old. Handle your shit...be a freaking man/ADULT and PAY your way.

No one really cares if you are "famous" in the world, be it Native or otherwise, what people remember is your actions, or lack there of.

I remember this same person who crashed at my pad, feed this person, gave them some clean sheets and liquid to drink. Did I get a Thank YOU? HELL NO! Did this person even do what they were supposed to? Hell no! This person was too faded to even do that.

I will always remember peeps who are ungrateful and a lie.

You say you are all about what you love, and being down for the Red, but if you are, you really freaking are....then doesn't that begin with being humble and gracious?

Thank you are only two words, use them.

This had bothered me for a minute..but then it happened again to someone I LOVE with all my heart, so I just shake my head and cross out that name.

Don't you ever freaking learn?

No wonder people say you are an asshole.

If people only knew the real story behind the spin.

I forgive, but I never forget.

Peace..

law-in

Last week I only ran 15 miles.

Mon: V-Man sick. No go on the run
Tues: V-Man still sick.
Weds: Me sick.
Thurs: 4 Miles. 35:18. 8:49 minute miles.
Fri: 7 miles. 1:01. 8:32 minute miles.
Sat: 4 miles. 36.00 9 minute miles.
Sun: In-law duty.

This week.

Mon: 6 miles. 53:13 8:50 minute miles.

Goal for this week: 30 miles.

Im still running.

In-laws in this weekend.

Tired.

ITUNES..I love you.

Just downloaded some new tunes...

check it:

Scotty Doesn't Know -Lustra
London Bridge -Fergie
The Joker -Steve Miller Band
Satisfaction -Benny Benassi & the "Biz"
Tim McGraw -Taylor Swift
Invisible -Ashlee Simpson
(When You Gonna)Give It Up To Me -Sean Paul F. Keyshia Cole
Strike It Up -Black Box
Breathe On Me (jacques remix) -Britney Spears
Vato -Snoop Dog F. B-Real
Lyte As A Rock -MC Lyte
Gyrlz, They Love Me -Heavy D & the Boyz
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah -Oaktown's 357
Call On Me -Janet Jackson
I'm A Slave For You -Britney Spears
Outrageous -Britney Spears
Fu-Gee-La -Fugees
Good Riddance (time of your life)-Greenday
All the Good Ones Are Gone -Pam Tillis
Like Toy Soldiers -Eminem
Hooked On You -Sweet Sensation

ITUNES I LOVE YOU!

take it into me.

Son-boi has had a fever the past two days.

Yesterday had me staying here at home with him, cuddling him and making him choke down his dreaded children's Tylenol. I have changed his lil pull-ups like 40 times. Projectile vomited clothing is now sitting in a the dryer.
Pobrecito.

I actually went to work this morning for a few hours. Had to go in to do what I do. Shi'ma was able to watch my love and it is now me that sits with him this afternoon. He actually ate some cheese crisp and managed to even shoot some baskets. His lil eyes are still a bit droopy and he is still slightly warm. However, he is a lot better than he was yesterday.

Right now, he is napping in his Thomas the Train bed. Asleep and yelling at me in his dreams.

As most moms will tell you, I have managed to catch a bit of his sickness too. But, like many Moms will tell you true, Moms are never really sick. We can't be.

Just like anything that causes him pain, I wish it on me instead. It's funny how there is not question in my mind that I would put my life to the sky to benefit his. I want to shoulder all the pain he will face in this life, to take it within myself and shelter him from the world and its anger & hate. I know that this is not possible, or even healthy., but when you have a child, you can understand.

I know now, when my mother said," When you have your own child, you will understand."

It's funny when you realize she was right.

enough

HOw did it get to be Friday already?

Here's a quick recap of the week so far...

Mon: 1 Hr. Kickbox..(1 hour of burning lactic acid..)
Tues: 6 miles. 54:02. 9:00 minute miles.
Weds: 4 miles. 35:18. 8:49 minutes miles.
Thurs: 4 miles. 36:07. 9:01 minutes miles.
Friday: Tentative 6 miles scheduled.

I'm still having my breathing issues. But i've just learned to suck it up and keep going. It sucks hocking loogies trying to unblock my plugged up breathing passages, but my body is feeling fine. On the bad news front, now my back is starting to ache by my lungs. Badness. This is not a good sign. However, I do not feel sick in the slightest, just occasional deep coughs that give my abs a workout.

I guess I am a slave to the run.

If I go a day without running. I feel guilty. I feel unbalenced.

Of course there are days when all I want to do is sit and drink a diet coke. Im burned out tired from the day, but somehow I get the juice flowing knowing I will be pounding out the ickiness from the day on my bloody, smelly, dirty shoes.

When I run, it is my time for myself. For me. For Dre. I run and its all on me to kick ass or to suck balls.

Running frees me from my duties as a mother, lover, homey, friend, daughter, cook, cleaner, worker bee, etc etc. I need to run to be me.

I love seeing how my legs ripple when I move..how my muscles are so tight and my legs are strong. I love running my hands down my thighs and feeling the strength that has come from many miles of sweat and tears.

I run because I have to. Simple as that.

Stronger than we think..

I don't often dwell on things that make me look inside.

Tonite was a nite of reflection.

Luxeriating in an episode of "Fight Girls" while my two men slept soundly, I fell into how we as women, hold so much in. On the show, the women fought like tigers, physically. Mentally and emotionally spent after the fight was over, they almost always cried. I felt myself blink back, again and again as I lost myself in thier stories of strength, both physically and emtionally. We as women carry so much.

We as women, forget how strong we really are.

We carry the burdens of our pasts, as well as the burden of our futures on our backs. We are the ones called upon to be strong for our families, the foundation to the chaos that continually threatens to break us down. We shoulder so much, sometimes we forget that we are still who we were at 18, young and full of dreams.

I still get startled at times when young men call me "ma'am." lol. It startles me and I think," When in the hell did I become a Ma'am?" Even though I am 30, I still feel like I am 20, unsure of what the future holds, aware of how much of the world is out there calling me to live, still feeling the quake in my step at the thought of real responsibility. Then, reality check, I am a mother now. I have bills to pay. I no longer have the freedom to just go out and do as I please. I have the beginnings of wrinkles in the corners of my beautiful brown eyes. Rap music is beginning to irritate me. heh. I think of buying a new washer & dryer instead of a new outfit. But at the same time, I embrace the thought of being looked at as a WOMAN. Not a young woman, or a yound ladee, but a full out and out WOMAN. My vibe now screams out, " I HAVE LIVED DAMMIT! and I AM STILL MUTHA FU****G HERE!""

I have gone through both fantastic belly laughs, and bone-crushing pain. Looking back, there may be a few tweaks that I might push in, but I would never have changed anything to get to this point in my life, here with my Son and my Family I now have. We all live through pain, just like we all have lived through kool-aid smile inducing happiness, the point I believe is getting the opportunity to LIVE through it all.

I have always been one to say "F it, lets go." If there was something that I wanted to try or do. 9 times out of 10 I have. I have always tried to follow my heart, even if it meant mine was breaking. I have never wanted to look at myself and been ashamed of who I am, as I have in the past. I have made so many choices in this life for selfish reasons, but now all my choices are dictated by the love I have for my Son and the life that I wish to give him.

Now, as my Mother before me, I live my life for my child.

There were choices placed before me with the miracle of my Son's announcement to this world, choices that I had to make that were going to change the rest of my life. In my mind there was no question, I chose my Son.

I knew He was a miracle give to me by God. He is the best and hardest thing I have and will ever have done. Everyday, I struggle with this life give to me, I struggle with patience, with uncertainty, with worry, with my love for this joy named Victorio. I have discovered strength that I never knew I had. Everyday is a new discovery as I see the world through his lovely black eyes. He is the keeper of my heart, the missing piece that I never knew I could never live without, he is my life.

As Women, we constantly are faced with obstacles and pitfalls that are thrown in our paths, but we as women should know, God never gives us more than we can handle.

That we are strong, stronger than we think.

glorious 10

10 glorious miles I have run.

After being a sucker for the past two days, I got my lazy bootie up with the sun and proceeded to hit up my beloved canal.

I actually awoke at 5 am. as our Son had crawled into bed with us. I had to do some jedi moves out the bed to sneak away. However, my jedi moves were not that good as Son-boi kept waking up and throwing his leg over my stomach and grabbing at my chest..heh. I did FINALLY manage to sneak away and let D know where I was running about 5:30 am. Sun was still coming up so I chilled and drank some apple juice and a handful of wheat thins. Chugged a propel real quick and headed out the door with my jams.

I didnt strech but just began an easy walk just past my Mom's house, and then proceeded to an easy jog to warm up. The sun was out at 6:15 when I began my trot. I had to conciously make myself run slower than my normal pace as I was predicting this as an easy kinda long run. I really had no idea how long I was going to run, but that I was going to at least make it to Pima Rd. Picked up my rocks and kept them close, just in case.

Before I knew it, I had lost myself in the run and I had made in out to Pima Rd. I crossed the road and kept on gliding. I was feeling free with only a slight grimace in foot from the blisters that are still wet. Gross.

I ran and ran. Felt kinda giddy from running so free, I felt myself try to step it up in my pace, but again, I had to slow my fast ass down..lol.

Made it to Hayden Road and kept going.

Turned around about halfway down, still feeling good.

Ran back down to a public bathroom where I hit up the water fountain. I had contemplated not stopping, but I knew I needed to drink something as I had, and mostly never do, pack anything to drink. I know.

Drank it up and proceeded to run it on home. The sun was out fullforce but there was a gentle breeze cooling me off as me and Mr. Sun had it out face to face.

During my run, I had pulled up my racerback coolmax tank to get some sun on my poor white belly & back. I felt strong and in shape. Mostly, I get embarressed when I run with a short shirt, mostly because I am self-concious. Not this time, I had my stomach out for the whole world to see. Not that is by any means a six-pack, but I don't think I will send peeps out screaming "cover up!". heh.

Anywho, I ran and I ran.

Stopped another time to stretch out my foot as it was starting to cramp up due to my weird running form caused by my blisters.

Finished it in about 1:42 minutes? No stopwatch, just went by the kitchen clock.

I feel strong..and I feel accomplished.

For the week, I have run 18 miles in 3 days with blister encrusted feet. Yea!!

Peace..

blisters are not your friend either..

I am writing from the office, waiting for my brother-man to come back to the store to unlock the door to his office where I have locked my car keys, and subsequently, my keys to said office as well. STOOPID!

Anywho, its been that kind of day.

On jetting back from Globe after a fun-filled afternoon meeting with some biz peeps, I hit up the LA Fitness in Gilbert to get my run on before my evening of birthday parties and Hooters clam chowder. I got a secret thriller chill at running at a La Fitness that wasn't my usual haunt. Kind of like when I used to sneak out at nite during high school, will I get caught and is the risk worth the possible jail time? heh. I entered the facility and was kinda disappointed to find it looked almost exactly like the Snottsdale La Fitness. Booked it to the locker room and proceeded to change into my workout gear. Upon pulling out my shoes, I realized I forgot to pack my socks. Freak! I hesitated for like a second and thought, "FUGG IT." Pulled on my beautiful pristine white Nike's sans socks and ran up the stairs to a treadmill. BIG MISTAKE. I had laced up my shoes pretty tight, thinking I've run with out socks before, just as long as I get my 5 miles in im golden. BIGGER MISTAKE. I put in my pace at good ole 6.6 and proceeded with my 9:05 minute miles. The first mile had me humming to Leela James and watching CNN. I felt no pain. Mile 2, jetted up the pace to 6.8, 8:56 minute miles and I was good. Mile 2.5 had me feeling my right foot go bad. I mean I literally felt my blisters form and begin to rub against the insole of my shoe. Then, POP. Nice bloody smooshiness grating against the back of my ankle on my left side. From there, it all went downhill.

You may ask, why the hells didn't you stop when you felt the blisters form? much less pop? Let me tell you this, because I wanted to at least finish my 3.5 miles dammit. Runners will feel me on this one. I just had to finish.

Mile 3 had me limping on my right foot, but I compensated by relying on my right outer foot, exerting all my weight there and on my toes, and thus, you guessed it, forming some new pretty blisters on my piggies.

I was a blister fool.

I got to thinking about peeps who had complained about blisters before and how I thought they were all suckers. I have never had blisters that I could feel and actually make me want to stop running before. I mean, sure I've had blisters, probably dozens, but not to the point where they affected my running and actually made me think of stopping cause they were bothering me that much to actually make me want to stop. I pushed the blisters down in my mind, and got to thinking about peeps who fomrned blisters during a race, such as a marathon or 1/2 marathon. Dang those suckas had some balls if their blisters were feeling like mine were at the moment, and they freaking finished the run! Hats off to those running fools...for realz.

Mile 3.5 had me counting down till I could end the agony. I felt my form becoming ragged and ugly, probably looking like someone who was drunk on a treadmill.

I hobbled off the treadmill at 32 minutes. I had accomplished my 3.5 in 30 minutes with a 2 minute cooldown.

Sucka that I am, I hobbled over to the bikes to compensate for my lost running mileage. I did a mile in 5 minutes. Still, feeling mile-less, I hobbled over to the elliptical and did 11 minutes.

Hobbled down and stretched out with a 100 ab crunches on the stablity ball.

Hobbled over to the locker room and proceeded to the shower.

BIGGEST MISTAKE.

You could hear the echo of my screaming out "SHIT!" throughout the hallways. Never, never, never, never jump into a hot shower with fresh open wounds of blisters that burn when your salty sweat drips down and embeds itself in your red achy wound. I bit my lips together and ran them under the water and sucked it up.

Moral: NEVER EVER EVER EVER run without socks, no matter how tough you think you are. You will end up a sucker with ugly welty blisters and cheap ass mileage to show for it.

Damn.

Workout for the week so far:

Mon: 30 minutes kickbox class. (sucky teacher so I left early). 20 minutes bike.
Tues: Rest.
Weds: 5 miles in 45:05 9:01 minute miles.
Thurs: 3.5 miles in 30 minutes. 8:56? minutes miles. 5 minutes on the bike. 16 minutes on the elliptical.

Those High HEELS are not your FRIEND....

In Vegas a couple of weeks back. I tried on these killer leopard skin 3 inch cork heels. I feel in love the first time i saw them.

I guess I was all caught up in the Vegas magic as I do not normally wear heels, at all. I was eyeballing them with the intention of wearing them out for a night of clubbing and red bulls. I sat my bootie down in Steve Madden and awaited my lovely shoes.

Tucked in a beaitiful white box, my shoes were unveiled to me in my size 7 1/2's. Wrapped in plastic and stuck here and there with some type of paper molding, there were free to be put on my awaiting piggies.

I touched the velvety softness of the shoe and enhaled that "new shoe" smell. I glided the right side on my foot and felt my foot ease into something other than running shoes.

I stood up, and promptly started wiggling to and fro. DAMN, I forgot how killer heels are. I hobbled to the mirror and gazed at my pumped up calf muscle and how hard I was working the shoe. I loved, loved, loved the way the shoe rocked! However, I did not think I would last a walk down the mall let alone a night of debauchery and dancing at Rain.

Alas, it seems that my feet have gotten use to the easy spread and soft cushioning of my running shoes and assorted work shoes. No high heels in my repetoire as of late, and thus a suble spreading of my toe box that makes the squeezing of one's toes into a shape that one's foot is never supposed to be in near impossible.

I left those beautiful shoes in their pristine white box ...

Sigh..I miss pretty shoes.

Karma isn't always a MOFO

Friday nite we grooved to the beautiful sounds of Santana's fluid fingers.

We danced till 12 am.

On the way out, I had the vague feeling of missing something. I attributed this to me not carrying my bag (NOT PURSE), and D carrying out our bags of Santana gear.

Made a pit stop at the pottys, and moved on and out the gates. About 5 steps out, I paused and yelled out, " MY CELL!".

I checked my shorts and sure enough, it was gone.

I had brought my celly in to the concert to capture some pix, and keep close in case my Mommacita had to call about our Lil Tiger. I had stuffed in my front right pocket of my hoochie shorts (heh), and it was a snug fit. Apparently, when we had gotten off the ground to groove to Santana's last 15 minute song, the celly had fallen out.

My celly is a sleek silver brick that holds all my contacts info, my pix of Son and my travels this summer, locked text messages (yes I am a sap), all my downloaded ringtones and songs, and my beloved Tetris game. I love my celly. I felt my heart sink down to my toes at the thought of it in the hands of someone else's grubby hands.

D followed me back to the gate as I asked the Skin ladee if I could go back in as I had lost my celly. She looked me over and saw my face of panic and Skinness and let me pass by. I ran up the stairs and flew to where we had been standing. All I saw was a vast green lawn of strewn plastice cups, paper, and crumpled wrappers, but no phone.

I looked and looked, scanning every inch of the ground. I could feel my face scrunch up in worry and sadness.

In my peripheral vision, I had noticed this couple. The man had picked something up off the ground, and I thought that was it, he has my celly and how do I tackle him and hold off his chica so I can grab my phone? As I was planning how to bum rush them, they came up to me and asked, " Did you lose a celly phone?"

He the proceeded to produce my celly with his right hand.

I grabbed it and said' "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

They said no prob. and proceeded on down the lawn.

I was so happy I ran all the way back to D and our entourage, sweaty and wearing my Kool-Aid man smile.

I was so freaking lucky.

It wasn't till I was talking to D about it when I thought that I should have offered them something, given them $10 or something. damn. My bad.

I guess it just goes to show, when you throw goodness out there, it comes back.

Thanks Karma.