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There's nothing more attractive than a 32 year old Damon, wearing the crown his girlies gave him for his birthday. NOTHING. And I'm serious about that. How fortunate I am to have a husband who loves and adores his daughters and treats their mommy like a queen . . . . I suppose I should be wearing the crown. Life is good. REALLY GOOD!

Stupid

Yes. VERY Stupid. I still can't believe I actually did it. I try to forget but the whole "not being able to walk" thing quickly reminds me that I ran a half marathon yesterday even though I neglected that whole training thing. Don't judge me. I've been busy (more on that in my next blog).

For some idiotic reason, I thought it wouldn't be so bad. It was bad. It wasn't just bad, it was HORRIBLE. Cardiovascularly (is that even a word) I was fine. It was my knees, hips and feet that were screaming at me the whole time. I now know what it feels like to be a 95 year old woman. I seriously considered calling my mother in law (she isn't 95 . . . yet) and asking her if I could borrow her walker afterwards (it does have a seat to sit down on...... so very tempting), but I opted to sit myself down on my bum to go down the stairs, and whine the whole day about being immobile.

I finished. I ran about 12.2 of the 13.1 miles. I hated it. I would have rather given birth with no epidural (I've done it three times, and believe me, the half marathon was worse). I don't know if I ever want to run again. Damon scolded me and said, "I hope you learned your lesson." I did.

Kevin. He was supposed to be my running partner. Apparently I didn't run fast enough for him, as he ditched me about 1/4 of a mile in. Rude.

Be grateful you can't smell me through this picture.

Probly a good thing he ditched me, cause he took third in his age bracket! Good job.

I've already changed my mind. I will do it again, someday, just not for a long time. And I will be prepared.

Toots

She's 18 months today. I LOVE this age. Minus the whole getting into every cupboard thing, and climbing up on my table and spinning herself around on the lazy susan that's on top of it. And of course I could do with out her waking up two or three times every night (yes . . . still). BUT, I do love everything else about this age.... the constant talking, laughing, curiosity, and her unbelievable fiestiness (hmmmmm, I wonder where she gets that)? This little girl is packed full or personality. She really does smile, just not for pictures . . . . but we were able to catch some of her priceless expressions! I LOVE her.



Of course Damon took these pictures. If you want some of your own (family, senior, children, wedding, etc.) just say the word.