OK people! Thank you to those of you who have already donated in memory of Jake. For those of you who are still on the fence, I have a proposition for you. If you are unable/unmotivated to donate at this time…
you can run the marathon with me!
Mark your calendars: December 10, 2011 Kiawah Island Marathon or click on the link on our home page. I’m just sayin’…
This is basically me giving a shout out to my own point. Yesterday I did my first long run with the TEAM for the marathon. EVERYONE I passed (going opposite directions, not b/c I am uber speedy) said G’mornin’ to me. Except one dude that looked like he was a pin head anyway. Probably here on business from Jersey or something.
Dear Neighbor From the North,
I spent this past week in Myrtle Beach, SC while it was filled with guests. Notice I am calling you guests, my people, Guests. You know who you are. License plates from Rhode Island, Michigan, Ohio, Vermont. Pale skin blinding everyone on the beach. Now I know you traveled a long way to get to your beach vacation. And most of you completed that trip with screaming kids in the car (I know because they were still screaming on the beach). That could make even the most model parent crabby. But that is no reason to take it out on the rest of us.
Yes, I said us. I am siding w the Southerners. Them. Those People. I love to see my people (Northerners–and for the sake of this post I am lumping Yankees in with Midwesterners) out on the running trail or bike path. I love to see any people out getting their sweat on. When I give you a shout out, I expect reciprocation. Not stopping for a conversation or a detailed health history (I haven’t gone that far Southern), but at least a smile, eye contact or the ever popular chin lift. Cripes–even the 99 year old man cruising main in his beat down old truck lifts a finger to say, “Hello Neighbor.”
I mean this to be constructive, my Cold Weather Friend, but lighten up for Pete’s sake. You are on vacation! Oh, and put on some sunscreen–you’re starting to burn.
Lifting my chin in closing,
Susan
I am a girl.
My sister is a girl.
I didn’t really have friend-boys growing up to know what boys were like at Tyler’s age.
They are different than girls.
All boy.
Yep, he is spitting. This was at a local winery where we went to listen to blues music. Yes, I spit (or worse) while exercising, but at a winery? All boy.
I am trying to get up enough nerve to send this photo into the newspaper to be published. Dorky nerves b/c it is a little local paper that gets sent in our Sunday paper. NOTE: I am not being sarcastic and actually referring to PARADE Magazine. I don’t joke about fear, people. Haven’t you read anything on the 37th Year No Fear section of this blog? 
Look--you can ever see the water droplets on the petals.
One of the neatest things I remember about childhood is walking to the public library downtown with our library cards and getting armloads of books. I still remember the day I got my library card. Welp, some things never change. Here is my to do list:
Not shown is the current selection, the only 14-day book in the pile. It is called, Heads You Lose, and I am LOVING IT! I heard an interview w the authors on NPR and immediately put it on my to-read list. There are 2 authors and they used to be bf/gf, but broke up abotu 10 years ago. She is an established author, he is a poet. They alternated writing chapters, which is great b/c they have different styles–although I think everything flows well. My fav part is that in between each chapter, the editor puts the notes that the authors wrote to each other. They are SO funny and totally make the novel more enjoyable!
I wonder if Paul would write a book with me….
Subway sandwich picnic on Easter afternoon hike
Barton and Maggie like to help make sammiches too.
The kissing…the baby talk…the way their eyes follow each other around the room…the cuddling late into the morning on weekends–and some weekdays when I get up early to go workout… They think I don’t notice. How can I NOT notice? Its in my face all the time! So disrespectful–my husband and his other woman.
But then she will decide to go to bed early with me and cuddle up against my back, or she will get up early with me to go run. And it all makes sense!
Birthday girl passing out balloons, one of the party favors.
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