Once upon a time, many years ago, I decided to train for a marathon with a bunch of people from college.
This is me, running my one and only race. No, it was not a marathon-it was a 10K. I trained up to 10 miles, had a horrible run around Lake Heffner in Oklahoma City in 40 degree weather, and I hung up my shoes. That was it. I have said (probably even outloud a few times) that I was going to train again., but I have never followed through.
I am stating it here. Outloud.
I am going to triain again. But this time, I’m going to finish it. Let me clarify…I am definitely training for a half marathon, and in about 6 weeks I am going to decide if I want to train for the full or not. I joined a training club called Bay Area Fit. I am actually really excited about this. I figure I can meet some people, get in great shape, and complete something pretty amazing. So Januray 14…Houston Marathon…be there or be square!
I made this page today about my wonderful dirtbag brother. I love it so I am posting it here for all to see. He is truly a dirtbag, and now it has been recorded for all of history and the internet to see. (you should really click on it to make it a little bigger.)
Who knows…maybe it will be in a magazine someday because I am a little bit of a famous scrapbooker afterall.
Today Derek made a funny joke. He said “Hey, your mom is the mother of all dirtbags.” Get it?
Have you ever seen a kid as dirty as this?
Or one as goofy as this?
Or two as precious as this?
And to end on a totally random note, am I the only who always mistypes busy as busty?