Thursday, February 26, 2009

On Your Mark

For the past three months I have been training for a half-marathon. Impressed, are you? Don't be. I use the term "training" very loosely. The first month went incredibly well: calendar on the fridge, boxes to check when assigned workout was completed (and most were). And then something happened. Partly was that I got a bad case of allergies or cold or something, but that's no excuse! So needless to say, I have reduced my expectation to a 10K...hey, it's still over 6 miles...and my training is now only mental. I tell myself everyday, "Don't worry. You won't die. It's not like you have to run the whole thing. Completion is the goal."

That's right ladies and gents. I have adequately prepared myself for a substandard performance.

Cowtown, here I come!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

IOU one

This blog is redeemable for a bath with Liz. Get your heads out of the gutter!

I promised Mandi that I would blog once a week. Knowing that my promises (at least about blogging) are worthless, I told her to provide a consequence if I did not. That consequence was that I had to come bathe the kiddos. Well, I know she was being a sweet friend by not calling me out last week when I came over to do my taxes. I know she thought about it at least once, and even gave the kids their bath while I was there! But nary a word was said.

So chica, whenever you read this, I suspect that you will be glad to redeem it. Although you know you'll wanna give me one lesson before you let me loose, I can't wait to get me feet wet! (pun intended)

He Lies to Me!

My S.O. (significant other) has told me a lie many times.

He tells me I'm beautiful. Yes, he has his corrective lenses in. Yes, he is trustworthy in every other regard. But beautiful? I am hardly deserving of such a compliment. But he is so persistent that I'm starting to believe that his words are in fact sincere.

Most who know me know that I am confident, although I hope not conceited. On the best of days, my short stature and chubby cheeks merit the description of "cute." I'm not gorgeous, simply well-maintained (again, at best). Somehow, I have deceived one poor soul into believing that I am beautiful! And so he gives me butterflies, and that's no lie.