Know what sucks worse than having to work at 6:45 am on New Year's Eve?



NOTHING!

Great Weekend!!

Yay!! My Shibbie came to visit this weekend. Always a good time...
We started the day on Saturday with a 4-mile run. And I know that doesn't sound like a lot, but I've been out for like a month with a knee injury, so it was my official "come back" run. Hard core.


We of course, had to follow a good run with a good grub down session at Double Dave's. We both ate. A lot.


We followed that with an afternoon of shopping.
We bought boots. Not sure what was up with the silly poses. Don't judge us.


Bonus shot!! Here's Shibbie's new nose ring. How cute is she??

Christmas!!!

I can't believe Christmas is already over!
It's been two days and I'm still bummed about it :)
This year was seriously the most fun I've ever had at any holiday ever in life. Wow - that was definitive, huh.
The thing I love most about my mom and dad's house is that I still feel like a kid during the holidays. We still get toys at Christmas.
This year, we all ended up with remote control helicopters, walkie talkies and air soft guns, which of course led to a day of playing war games, complete with my brother and me sneaking up on the roof in an attempt to pelt my husband and parents with air soft b.b.'s. It would have worked too, if Craig had just stayed out of sight from my husband. But no - he insisted on popping his head up and before we knew it, our plan had turned against us and we were on the receiving end of the b.b. shower. Nice.
And then to top off the day, my brother decided to ignore all warning signs on the toy helicopter and fly it outside. He thought the "do not play with helicopter outside" warning on the face of the box had something to do with flying into power lines. Turns out that when you get the helicopter above ten feet, you lose radio contact with it and it develops a mind of it's own. The mind of Craig's helicopter was evidently telling it to jump up to about 30 feet in the air and head down the street, scaling any tree that happened to be in its path. For the rest of my life, I will always have the visual of my 24-year old brother running down my parents' street, remote control in hand, trying to chase down his helicopter. He evidently lost it when it changed course and headed into a goat pasture. We couldn't help but to laugh at him when he radio'd in on his walkie talkie to let us know that he had lost his helicopter to a bunch of goats...
Seriously, when does that ever happen?

Linus Had It Right...

TRA.SHY.

Today, while walking out of the grocery store, I noticed a tall man walking towards me. He smiled and said hello. So I smiled and said hello.
To which he replied, "Yeah - you want a happy holiday don't you?"
There was a little confusion on my part, until he looked me in the eye and thrust his hips at me.
"Eww!"
That's what I said.
What is it about the holidays that brings out the worst in people?

Time Flies

Wow. I just realized that it's now been 8 years since I met my husband.
I was 19 years old, out for a night with friends, with no intentions whatsoever of having a life-changing experience. Or of meeting a life-changing person.
I didn't really like Kevin the first time I met him. (I like him now!!) In fact, I cursed Kevin out three times on the first night we met.
I thought he was a butt. So I told him so. Three times.
I had him at "Shut the hell up."
Ahh, young love...

Writers block is a bitch.