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Sort of feeling domesticated and a good book


This book is the reason that I did not run today.  I cannot tell you how long it’s been since I have read a really well-written story.  Yes, I am always reading, but mostly half-heartedly.  Anyway, this book is full of well-written stories, so staying up late has been totally worth it.  (I do plan to run with the cross country kids later tonight, so don’t get too worried that my lifestyle is changing.)

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Friday Favorites

Some days I wake up looking for inspiration and motivation;  others, I can barely stand it.  Today it was the latter.

I did not want to see a single meme telling me that I was not hardcore if I did not run.  The truth is, today I needed to just be in my life without running.  (I know.  Yesterday I was totally in love with all things running.  Bear with me.  I am human.)

When we were driving across the country like freaking idiots with a 9, 7 and 2-year-old in tow, Youngest would call out from the back seat, as endless hours of prairie passed us by, “I need something elsssseee….”

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Please don’t get me started


Let us start with a picture that MFP took of me during a hysterical laughing fit that hit me after two glasses of wine on Friday night as we were celebrating Valentine’s Day.

He just doesn’t know what to do with me when I go into what my grandmother would have called hysterics.  I have three other people in this world who laugh with me like this and they are Tonya, Kim (friends from my home town) and my mom.  I hope you have some of these people in your life who totally get why something silly gets you going and then you just can’t stop.

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I love you more than beer and other fun stuff

I put Oldest on a big bus a few days ago and sent him off to the state capital to play legislator for a few days, and all I know for sure about his trip is that he has eaten a 3 by 3 at In n Out. 

That information I gained from a text that said simply this, “I just finished a 3 x 3!”

(For all of you non-Californians that means he ate a hamburger with three pieces of meat and three pieces of cheese.  I think.  In other words, he is rebelling against his vegetarian mother from afar.  Fun times.)

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