13.1 Miles

Well, it is official. I am signed up for the Indy 500 Mini-Marathon and most likely the half marathon in Nashville, TN by now thanks to my good friend, Nicole. So, what would possess me to do this type of insane thing? Multiple reasons are to blame. One of which is below.

I found this as I have been going through old pictures. You see that...me at 21. Me after a summer in St. Louis on an internship. Me at one of the skinniest times of my life. Why was I skinny? Well, for the girls in the picture I am sure they will remember some of my stomach issues. But, a big reason, I exercised.

So, I am taking drastic measures to get back to the leaner body. Now I just need to shed another 35 pounds and get my lung capacity up. I need support both emotionally and physically. I am sure this will also be a religious experience for the ages as well. God and I will be talking on a regular basis as I run. I will keep you up to date on my progress. Pray for me. Better yet, pray for Matt. You all know how well I like pain!

Good Girls Share...

Yep, she's my girl. She snags my purse whenever I am not looking. She takes my stuff out and puts her stuff in. Unfortunately, she likes the really expensive purses and not the cheap purses I keep tossing her way. I try to teach my kids to share. So, now I get stuck sharing the Coach with Maddie on a regular basis.

Now, if I could only keep her pants on her...

Can We Say BASEMENT!!!

Well, day by day, the basement is becoming the place to be. Especially now with our new tv. However, there is a lot of farming and book reading to happen as well.

Face of a Sugar Buzz

Notice she is sporting her sequined headband even!!!

Athlete in Training

By genetic makeup alone, my children are destined to be average athletes. Now, Brady is built like a fullback, but I don't see the NFL in his future. We have enlisted him in some athletics activities at the YMCA in Greensburg. To date, these have been non-competitive situations since Brady still cries on a regular basis or just flat out refuses to do what the person in charge tells him.

The most recent series allowed him to play t-ball, soccer, and volleyball. We now know t-ball or baseball is not his sport. (Big surprise, it wasn't his mother's either. I think I struck out more than I ever made contact with the ball.) Soccer, on the other hand, has promise in his future. Volleyball was somewhere in the middle, but I am not sure of any schools that offer boy's volleyball in the area. Halloween was his final class for this session. Here are a few candids.