- front: There is an itch in runners. ~Arnold Hano
back: We like to scratch it. ~Waco Runners
- front: Runners just do it.
back: They run for the finish line even if someone else has reached it first.
- A side stich is like a car alarm. It signifies something is wrong, but you ignore it until it goes away.
- front: Waco Runners (i don't like the name but i can't think of anything right now.)
back: Making the pavement feel needed, one mile at a time.
- Left. Right. Repeat.
- front: Running is a state of mind.
back: It's called insanity.
- front: *Name of running club*
back: I may be slow, but I'm still ahead of you.
- If we played tag, you'd be IT forever. (Love it.)
- front: *Name*
back: Pardon Our Dust.
- front: I do today what you won't, so I can do tomorrow what you can't.
back: Just RUN.
- I must confess, I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long.
- Never again until tomorrow - that's what running does to you.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
i was finally able to catch drew with his mouth open wide enough this afternoon to get a picture of his new tooth. yes, it's just barely there on the bottom, but it's taken him months to finally get it in. along with it has come the fussy-sillies. he's wanted me to hold him all day and he will cry one minute and be laughing the next. he's 27 pounds now so i'm officially exhausted by the end of the day. i had to include some other pictures of course....some of him eating his beloved rice puffs and some of him pushing his new book around. yes, pushing. he's decided everywhere he goes he has to put one hand on his book and push it around. it reminded me of the iRumba vacuum cleaner that runs into walls, backs up and goes a different direction all on its own. drew wasn't quite as technologically advanced today so everytime he pushed the book into something and it would go no further, he would put his head down on it and cry. it was kind of pitiful yet i found myself sitting in the floor laughing at him rather than helping him....oh well, he enjoyed himself regardless.
i've also found he has an affection for french fries like his momma....i had never given him one because i'm kind of anal about what he eats. i think because i eat so awful, so much junk all the time, i don't want him to even have a taste of those things. however, i turned around last weekend and mom had given him french fries. so, when he saw that i had some today, he crawled across the floor like a rocket to get to me....poor momma, i thought he was coming to sit in my lap but he just grabbed the fry out of my hand and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. when he wanted more and they were all gone, he had a complete and total meltdown. (no more french fries in his vicinity, that's for sure!)
Drew finally has a tooth! As of Thursday morning, his very first tooth broke through. It seems a little late considering he's a little over 10 months but my mom assures me none of us had teeth until somewhere around this time. I suppose what they say is true, every baby is different.
There are a few other "hoorays!" this weekend....Angie and JB are running their first 5K this morning in Lexington. They're running for a great cause, the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation....I wanted Angie to get JB a shirt that said "Running to Save Second Base".
Also, our friend Ashley has had her baby boy almost 8 weeks early. She had an emergency c-section around 1:00 am Friday. Solon Gray is 3 lbs 15 oz and 17 1/4 inches long. Jennifer and I were able to see him in the NICU for a few minutes and he is perfect! Very small and skinny, but perfect and doing well, thank goodness.
I found while being back in the NICU that it may very well be a place I would want to try to hide and stay in! How amazing to see all those teeny-tiny babies working so hard to make a place in this world. I couldn't help but think what a wonderful job those nurses must be blessed with, especially when everything turns out well for mom and baby. It was very shocking and a little heartwrenching to see Solon at almost 4 pounds and think that Drew was almost one of those babies. I spent a week at Central Bap when I was 6 1/2 months pregnant....who knows if Drew would have even been able to survive being 14 weeks early at 2.2 lbs if they hadn't been able to stop my labor. The doctors did not have much hope for him had he been born at that time, telling me he would have underdeveloped organs and senses. What amazes me is that there were babies just like that in the NICU yesterday and they all seemed to be doing so well and were so peaceful. It was definitely an experience I think I needed. Had I been wheeled in there when I was in the hospital to see what could happen to Drew if I didn't take care of myself, I would have probably been much more adament about following the bedrest rules.....
Anyway, away from the reflection and back to the point of this blog--
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
- Refuse To Have A Battle Of Wits With An Unarmed Person
- Why be difficult, when with a bit of effort, you can be impossible?
- If things get any worse, I'll have to ask you to stop helping me.
- Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand.
- If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
make me late to get my baby so we can all discuss things that won't change while subtly insulting me....nice, i appreciate it. negative nancy is on the war-path tonight, please disregard my unpleasantness.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
anyway, i was pretty sure i would end up seeing my old college roommate. her sister rides horses and their family is always there. i hadn't seen my roommate in over 4 years, nor have i talked to her. i had no way of contacting her....everything had been changed--email, phone, address, etc. it was just one of those things i guess.
while we lived in the dorm together, everything went very smoothly. we loved each other. so when it was time for dorm life to come to an end, we moved in together in an apartment. oh, but it didn't take long for me to realize how different that would be. the summer went fairly well but by the time school started, i had a hard time. i still loved her to death, but some things are too much for me. (well, lots of things are too much for me, but who's counting?)
so when i saw her yesterday, she was pretty much the same. especially the half-drunk part. i wasn't surprised, just a little, well, i don't even know the word to describe it. this was one of the major problems in our relationship. i'm no tee-totaller, but come on. i think before yesterday i just still had that feeling of being angry with her and not knowing why. yesterday i realized i just felt kind of sorry. sorry we didn't keep in touch. sorry she didn't get to see me get married. sorry she didn't know i had a child, a house, a job, a life. i guess i miss the relationship we could have had but i faced the fact that it probably never could have gone beyond where it did.
i think maybe what it boils down to is that i'm a hard person to be friends with...i expect a lot from someone. things like honesty, loyalty, respect, responsibility, morals, values, etc. i guess maybe i expect too much out of people. my mom always told me that....i expect people to be exactly how i think they should be when i should really just let them be. i do have a hard time making friends, to this day i have a hard time. i don't trust people, i don't want to put up with a lot of people and i'm not willing to give a lot of myself because i'm afraid of how it will come back to bite me. maybe i just had experiences that weren't the best when it came to girls and friends growing up. most of my friends are boys....i see some of my (few) girlfriends now and sometimes envy the relationship they have with their girlfriends. i'm very self-conscious that i don't have that. i think i'm even more self-conscious because i kind of don't want that either. it probably all boils down to the fact that i'm horribly self-conscious and don't think a lot of myself and how i appear to others, either physically or through personality. with me, having an incredibly intelligent brother has always made me feel well, for lack of a better word, dumb. and having two gorgeous, tiny sisters has always made me feel inferior and gigantic. (hey, it's my world, i can't help how i think.)
i appreciate those few close friends i have even more after this weekend. i don't think they realize how much i rely on them to be able to talk to and vent. don't take it for granted girls, you really do make a difference in my life, whether you realize it or not.
to conclude, i really think seeing a professional would be a good idea for me. this isn't something new --it's already been suggested several times by both my mom and my doctor. maybe someday....when the voices get too loud, ha!
(Oooo, i did it again, using humor and sarcasm to cover up my true feelings....therapy, here i come!)
Friday, September 19, 2008
So, today is Friday and a few good/funny things happened.
- Our 10 word spelling test took almost 15 minutes before I realized my kids kept asking me to repeat the words because they think the way I pronounce the words is funny. Who knew Friday really comes out FrI-dee when I say it. No wonder half of them failed.
- One student spelled Thursday "Turdsbay" on her test today. This was read by me and followed by a hysterical bout of the giggles.....you know it's FridEE when you can't stop laughing.
- I ran today. I ran 3 miles today. I finally felt good again. Thanks Jennifer and Jeanne.
- :( Tim's mom called and asked if she could take Drew to her house for a few hours tonight so they could see him and give me a break. It's nice to get a break, but I miss him SOOO bad. Again, :( .
- I got to see the pool tonight. It's almost finished, it just has to have the concrete poured around it. It's already filling up with water. I guess we have to get a sign that says "Drew's Pool".
- Tomorrow we will go to the Horse Park for the annual International Show. I called my dad tonight and he was wild. I mean I enjoy it but jeez, it's just a flippin' horse. Mom says he's been that way all week.
- I really wish Josh would come down tomorrow so Drew and I could see him. We didn't see him much last weekend and I'm afraid he's gonna move on me. That really doesn't belong in the good/funny pile, but I don't want to start a new one.
- Ruby and Waylon didn't run off when I let them out this evening. Well, Ruby did a little but I was able to wrangle her back home. (This is a constant topic of contention in my house....bluh.)
- Oh, and it's called spellcheck. (Angie, you know what I'm talkin' about and I know you're laughing, don't try to hold back. Have fun Monday morning! Waaahahahaha.)
More later I'm sure. Happy Weekend!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
- Where is this class going and why am I in this handbasket?
- What is this 'free time' of which you speak?
- Hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up on tests.
- When's recess?
- Students reach new heights when teachers raise the bar.
- I would prefer not to. -Bartleby the Scrivener
- I never make mistakes. I thought I did once, but I was mistaken.
- All children have gifts, they just open them at different times.
- No, your OTHER right foot.
- I'm sorry to hear that, now go do your seatwork.
- You might be a teacher if you are in favor of people having a license before having kids.
- "Official Shusher"
- I do my own math stunts.
- If you worked everyday with your kid x 25, you'd need your summers off too.
- As a matter of fact, I am the grammar police.
- I teach, therefore I am poor.
- To save time, let's assume I know everything.
- I'm confused. Wait, maybe I'm not.
And last but not least.......
- No Child Left Behind: Keeping millions of No. 2 Pencil factory workers employed for years to come.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
- Don't let this stuff get warm, it's too hard to work with, no matter how much you think it will help.
- Have very sharp instruments on hand, it's a pain in the butt to cut when it gets warm.
- Make sure you use a dense, heavy cake mix. My cupcakes were too fluffy and just wanted to squish when I put the fondant on.
Luckily I only made one set of cupcakes and saved the rest of my batter for this weekend. (Either I would have eaten them all or ended up throwing them in the floor and stomping them out of frustration.) I only made one with the fondant covering it. I really think they are just more for looks than taste because the fondant is heavy....it just doesn't go well with the traditional kinds of cake I'm used to.
Luckily for me I didn't put fondant on all of them, that way I could eat one. (Or two!)...(Okay, okay, I had 3. Plus one at 3 am when I got up to get Drew's bottle. It doesn't count if you eat it in the middle of the night.)
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Looking back, I think we both realize how much we've been through together and how amazing it is that we've never broken up. Now, this isn't to say there weren't some rough patches, especially during those college years. Not for one minute have I regretted dating just Tim. I've always been the kind of person that isn't willing to waste my time on something I already knew wasn't right. I think my family knew as soon as we started dating that we would end up married....mainly because I wouldn't even date anyone before Tim because I felt like it was a waste of time.
Tim has been my rock for the last ten years. I've given him my secrets, shared my dreams, cried my heart out and laughed myself to tears with him. He puts up with my craziness, he's comforted me when I couldn't take care of myself, and he's known when to leave me alone if I was just having a hard time being nice. My mom and mamaw have always told me I have no idea how good he is to me, that I should always treat him well. Hopefully I do and I know he appreciates me, God knows I couldn't have made it through a lot of dark days without him. Living with someone who suffers from depression is not easy-I've seen my mamaw deal with my papaw's depression for many years and I know the toll it sometimes takes on her. I can't imagine how Tim has felt over the years dealing with my angry outbursts, random crying fits, constant state of irritation and the days when it has been very difficult to even pull myself out of bed. There have been a few days when he's even pulled me up and out because he knew what was best for me all along. He's been a saint in that respect. Now I think he just thanks the Good Lord for medication. :)
From those first days of Story Hour I knew I liked this boy....now I know how wonderful he really is...what a good husband, best friend, companion and best of all, what a great daddy he is. I cannot imagine my life without him and thanks be to God for sending him to me.