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  • Who are you?

    I have to admit, curiousity is getting the best of me. I know more than 11 of you followers read this journal of literary genius.
    Can you do me a favor? Comment and tell me who you are. Please don’t point out my inability to construct an appropriate sentence, because I don’t really care too much about all that. I just want to know a little bit about you. It is as easy as:
    name
    do I know you?
    I like pickles

    {send}

    Thank you!
    PS: If no one responds, I will assume there is a crazy person visiting my blog 30x day and shut this puppy down. No pressure.

  • 1/2 Marathon Update

    I can finally stop wincing in pain and begging for mercy when I sit down and get up, so I believe my body is on the mend. A minor side effect of running 13.2 miles (all at once).  Oh and toe blisters. And a great excuse to relentlessly stuff face for 72 hrs post finish.
    We did it! We ran the race-the whole way. Quite honestly, I was way more excited at all the free stuff they give out. Mile 9 they gave out these energy shot things. Delicious, and totally effective. The whole experience was very sweet actually. People cheering everyone on, many seemed random, others had their cowbells, (more cowbell!!!), and handmade signs. Actually I started wondering after a while if the people organizing the thing didn’t hire those peeps. Did I mention there were a lot of strangers? There is no chance you will ever find me cheering on some person who voluntarily decided to run a common commute to work, for fun. Eva.
    Aside from the insanely stank porta-potty situation & wierdo running BAREFOOT, {his feet weren’t even crusty. Wha? You KNOW I bolted ahead to get a good look}, nothing too fireworks-y happened. It was just a nice morning to bond and sweat  my brains out with my hubs. Doesn’t get more romantical than that. He was a stud and abeit being sick, kept on keepin’ on. So thankful we completed that together.
    Now we can have a running shoe bonfire.

  • Another store story.

    Wow B. Thank you for crashing the shopping cart into the 5 foot tall display of coffee {thus taking the whole thing down} in front of EVERYONE and their mother at the store tonight. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to pick up 76 bags of coffee in a dress while people are laughing and pointing. But: you weren’t laughing, which made me love you a 100x more, and negated the wrongness of it. God has given you to me to shower me with love and mercy and to keep me neck deep in humilty. Well done buddy. Mommy will get you back in High School. I have every intention of being the lunch lady. Or the campus supervisor in the offensive yellow jacket with a taser gun and cane.

  • 1/2 Marathon

    Its go time.

    This is my better half, not me, by the way.

  • Please please please:

    Pray, pray, pray.
    This is the year of the trials. I have never in my whole life heard of so much death and childhood cancer as I have in the past 4 months. I do not know this family personally, however this family is friend of a friend. Regardless,  a child’s life is at stake here. While God knows what will result of this, we still need to be obedient and pray to our Author and Creator.  Please get on your knees for this precious boy.

    http://braydensbattle.wordpress.com/

    PLEASE.