I haven't blogged in a very long time. The fact is that I haven't had the time. And the things I want to write about are not best served on an extremely public blog like this one. So, I will be gradually saving the posts on this blog to my personal computer, and deleting them as I go. When I am done, I will be deleting the whole blog.
Thanks for being a faithful reader. I'm not sure what comes next for my communicating/journaling style of writing. The next chapter in my life certainly has some potential. We'll see...
So long.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Thursday, November 18, 2010
HALF MARATHON
Ok, it's time for the half marathon recap. First let me say that I had a fabulous time. San Antonio was awesome. Billy, Kelly and Eisley Lawson are beyond compare. Rock n Roll Marathon series organizes a great race. Great event, great friends, great city, great weekend!
We started the weekend by driving to Waco to meet up with our dear friends. I loved that Kelly was outside waiting for us when we got there. It did my heart good to see her face. We got to see where they live and learn more about the community they are a part of. I loved it!
Let me just take a moment to say that I know it is awkward to have the friend Kelly and husband Kelly both in this story. From here on out "KL"=Kelly Lawson and "Kelly"=Kelly McCuaig.
On Saturday morning, we got up and all 6 of us drove to San Antonio. The wives with August in our car, and the husbands with Eisley in their car. It was so much fun to chat, catch up, and rock it to 80s-90s pop. Lots of smiles.
Then we got to San Antonio. Our very first stop was freebirds where we loaded burritos with rice and beans and continued our carb binge. Yum!
We then proceeded to the expo where we checked in, took lots of goofy pictures, and marveled at how many people were associated with this race. There ended up being 26,000 runners/walkers, plus race crew, plus vendors. It was crazy!
For our pre-race dinner, we went to Carraba's and shared a gift card that the Lawsons had been given. This was great for me, because I ate as much Italian bread as I wanted and didn't feel bad about it. I needed the carbs! Then KL and I ate a pile of pasta with some red sauce and called it a night. It was such a great meal.
We went back to the hotel which was...cozy. (Two queen beds in a bedroom, two pack-n-plays in the living room. I was glad to have the shared expense, and the close quarters weren't so bad because we were with such good friends. KL talked about how making new friends is fun, but also sometimes tiring, and how it was so nice to just settle back into an old, comfy friendship. I felt the exact same way.) We laid out our clothes the night before and went to bed early. Surprisingly, we both slept well, despite the nerves.
Race morning was early. Up at 5, breakfast, change clothes, last potty break (a real issue for runners), then down to the hotel to meet with our group to head to the start.
Starting was crazy! There were 33 start groups; faster people in the front, slower at the end. I was in 26, and KL was in 19. We would hear over loud speakers "group 1 starting in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...." then an air horn. A minute later; "group 2 starts in 10, 9, 8, ...." It was crazy. After each corral started, every one behind it would move up to the next one. That means I heard 25 starts before it was my turn to start. The truth is, I had fun and it was exciting! As we started, people were standing on their balconies of hotel rooms and apartments up above cheering. It was such a cool way to start. I ended up starting at about 7:45ish.
As I started, I knew that I would be seeing the boys and kiddos around mile 3, in front of the Alamo. I was quite intimidated for those first few miles because I knew I had so many miles ahead of me. I was so glad to see my boys. Their faces helped me calm down and settle into my pace.
The next mile was a little tough. I knew I had 5 miles to run before I would see my boys again, around mile 8. Then I passed a cute little church with a high school band on their front steps. The drum line was doing a cadence (which I've always loved) and their marquee said, "you're doing great! Only 22.2 or 9.1 miles to go!" For some reason, knowing that I only had 9 miles to go was helpful. I knew I could forget about the miles behind me and focus on the very doable 9 in front of me. So I ran. And somehow the miles went really quickly. I was happy to see my boys again at mile 8. Another quick hug and kiss, and I was off again. It was so sweet that August was happy to see me every time I passed.
And the husbands were awesome. After they dropped us off in our corrals, they went to mile 3 and waited for us to pass. KL passed first, then they waited for me. Once I had passed, they headed to mile 8 to catch KL. Then wait for me, then head to the finish to meet KL. Then wait for me to finish. All with two toddlers in tow. They were amazing. Thanks, boys!
Somewhere around mile 10, I felt a boost of energy. I stuck with my philosophy of letting my legs run at whatever pace felt natural, so I ended up running almost a whole mile per hour faster than my normal long run pace. It felt great to be able to finish so strong. My goal was to run 13.1 miles in under 3 hours, and my official finish time was 2:58:59. I did it! Here I am with KL at the finish:
And me with the fam at the finish. So fun that Caitlin ran too!
The rest of the weekend was awesome. Steak on the river walk, Mexican food on the river walk, and a much deserved margarita on the river walk (which KL and I had been planning since we registered for the race many months ago). KL and I got to go up on the roof of our 20-something story hotel and spend 30 minutes in the hot tub that night, which helped a lot!
And just because I love this picture of KL, I have to include it too. Here she is running past our cheer club at mile 3:
I also want to share two more things: the reasons I did this. There were lots of reasons, of course, but two main sources of inspiration. First, my friend Kelly who challenged me to do this with her. Here's her post about the experience from her point of view. And my friend Angela who did this in Kentucky this past spring. Her blog post recapping her experience showed me that this was possible for me, a mom with no running in her background. Here's that blog post from her.
And last but not least, thanks to my friends and family who encouraged me, watched my kid while I ran, and helped with the costs associated with a race like this. I couldn't have done this without help from those around me. So thanks, so very much, for this experience.
I'm not sure what the future holds for me and running, but I know I don't want to stop. We'll just have to wait and see what opportunities present themselves, and whether or not I can afford them. :)
We started the weekend by driving to Waco to meet up with our dear friends. I loved that Kelly was outside waiting for us when we got there. It did my heart good to see her face. We got to see where they live and learn more about the community they are a part of. I loved it!
Let me just take a moment to say that I know it is awkward to have the friend Kelly and husband Kelly both in this story. From here on out "KL"=Kelly Lawson and "Kelly"=Kelly McCuaig.
On Saturday morning, we got up and all 6 of us drove to San Antonio. The wives with August in our car, and the husbands with Eisley in their car. It was so much fun to chat, catch up, and rock it to 80s-90s pop. Lots of smiles.
Then we got to San Antonio. Our very first stop was freebirds where we loaded burritos with rice and beans and continued our carb binge. Yum!
We then proceeded to the expo where we checked in, took lots of goofy pictures, and marveled at how many people were associated with this race. There ended up being 26,000 runners/walkers, plus race crew, plus vendors. It was crazy!For our pre-race dinner, we went to Carraba's and shared a gift card that the Lawsons had been given. This was great for me, because I ate as much Italian bread as I wanted and didn't feel bad about it. I needed the carbs! Then KL and I ate a pile of pasta with some red sauce and called it a night. It was such a great meal.
We went back to the hotel which was...cozy. (Two queen beds in a bedroom, two pack-n-plays in the living room. I was glad to have the shared expense, and the close quarters weren't so bad because we were with such good friends. KL talked about how making new friends is fun, but also sometimes tiring, and how it was so nice to just settle back into an old, comfy friendship. I felt the exact same way.) We laid out our clothes the night before and went to bed early. Surprisingly, we both slept well, despite the nerves.
Race morning was early. Up at 5, breakfast, change clothes, last potty break (a real issue for runners), then down to the hotel to meet with our group to head to the start.
Starting was crazy! There were 33 start groups; faster people in the front, slower at the end. I was in 26, and KL was in 19. We would hear over loud speakers "group 1 starting in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...." then an air horn. A minute later; "group 2 starts in 10, 9, 8, ...." It was crazy. After each corral started, every one behind it would move up to the next one. That means I heard 25 starts before it was my turn to start. The truth is, I had fun and it was exciting! As we started, people were standing on their balconies of hotel rooms and apartments up above cheering. It was such a cool way to start. I ended up starting at about 7:45ish.As I started, I knew that I would be seeing the boys and kiddos around mile 3, in front of the Alamo. I was quite intimidated for those first few miles because I knew I had so many miles ahead of me. I was so glad to see my boys. Their faces helped me calm down and settle into my pace.
The next mile was a little tough. I knew I had 5 miles to run before I would see my boys again, around mile 8. Then I passed a cute little church with a high school band on their front steps. The drum line was doing a cadence (which I've always loved) and their marquee said, "you're doing great! Only 22.2 or 9.1 miles to go!" For some reason, knowing that I only had 9 miles to go was helpful. I knew I could forget about the miles behind me and focus on the very doable 9 in front of me. So I ran. And somehow the miles went really quickly. I was happy to see my boys again at mile 8. Another quick hug and kiss, and I was off again. It was so sweet that August was happy to see me every time I passed.And the husbands were awesome. After they dropped us off in our corrals, they went to mile 3 and waited for us to pass. KL passed first, then they waited for me. Once I had passed, they headed to mile 8 to catch KL. Then wait for me, then head to the finish to meet KL. Then wait for me to finish. All with two toddlers in tow. They were amazing. Thanks, boys!
Somewhere around mile 10, I felt a boost of energy. I stuck with my philosophy of letting my legs run at whatever pace felt natural, so I ended up running almost a whole mile per hour faster than my normal long run pace. It felt great to be able to finish so strong. My goal was to run 13.1 miles in under 3 hours, and my official finish time was 2:58:59. I did it! Here I am with KL at the finish:
And me with the fam at the finish. So fun that Caitlin ran too!
The rest of the weekend was awesome. Steak on the river walk, Mexican food on the river walk, and a much deserved margarita on the river walk (which KL and I had been planning since we registered for the race many months ago). KL and I got to go up on the roof of our 20-something story hotel and spend 30 minutes in the hot tub that night, which helped a lot!And just because I love this picture of KL, I have to include it too. Here she is running past our cheer club at mile 3:
I also want to share two more things: the reasons I did this. There were lots of reasons, of course, but two main sources of inspiration. First, my friend Kelly who challenged me to do this with her. Here's her post about the experience from her point of view. And my friend Angela who did this in Kentucky this past spring. Her blog post recapping her experience showed me that this was possible for me, a mom with no running in her background. Here's that blog post from her. And last but not least, thanks to my friends and family who encouraged me, watched my kid while I ran, and helped with the costs associated with a race like this. I couldn't have done this without help from those around me. So thanks, so very much, for this experience.
I'm not sure what the future holds for me and running, but I know I don't want to stop. We'll just have to wait and see what opportunities present themselves, and whether or not I can afford them. :)
Monday, November 8, 2010
Good Girls, Good Friends
I want to start this series off on a positive note. Every girl needs close friends: a circle of girls who can build her up and encourage her. As women and girls we tear ourselves down, and we tear each other down (more on this later). The only way for me to discuss how important this is for us is to talk a bit about the girls who are part of this circle in my life.
First let me say that there are countless women who have spoken grace, encouragement and affirmation into my life. There have been friends, mentors, women in the Asbury community, role models, and members of my family who have encouraged me when I needed it. The girls I will talk about here are the girls who are most filling these roles now.
This type of friend should inspire you to be better than you are. They should be people you can treat like a confidant on one day, then look up to the next. Nicolette Scarborough is this for me. She reminds me of the beauty of a prayerful life. She reminds me to be kind and gentle-spirited. She is the portrait of sweetness, and I want to be more like her. She has always been reliable, listened when I needed to be listened to, and quietly encouraged me to handle stressful situations with grace. She affirms me, yet inspires me to keep working to be better than I am, and that's the work of a special friend.
A good friend is also someone who experiences life with you. This friend in my life is Kelly Lawson. We met at the Wesley at Tech, but became close during our time at Asbury. Our friendship was already starting to grow and blossom when we each found out we were pregnant. We shared pregnancy hopes and heartaches together. She walked me through gestational diabetes, and she validated me as a mother as I struggled to breastfeed August for as long as possible. (It turns out that's not as easy as it sounds, but the world tells us that you aren't a good mother unless you do it.) I hurt. A lot. And she reminded me that if August was happy and healthy, I was a good mom. Now we share the concerns of toddlerdom and the journey to a half marathon (more on that later, too). She reminds me that I am wonderful, even while the world is telling me I'm not, and that's the work of a special friend.
Every girl needs a friend that makes her feel cool. It's even better if this friend views the world in exactly the same way. For me this is Mallary Covington. I am who I am without apology, and yet I feel cool when I am with her. The cool is awesome, but it's the shared heart that makes her so special. If something touches me deeply, chances are it would touch her deeply too. We cry about the same things. We rejoice in the same things. I respect and love and am excited about her future work, and she feels the same about mine. She makes me be me, and that's the work of a special friend.
As women the world tears us down. We aren't pretty enough, thin enough, strong enough, smart enough or competent enough. And our confidence and self esteem are shattered. We need to learn how to value ourselves the way our creator values us, and the easiest way to do this is to have friends who speak these truths to us. I am ridiculously thankful for mine, and I recommend every woman to find a small circle of friends that allow her to be herself. If you have someone like this in your life, tell her how much she means to you, and let's start having healthy friendships with the women in our lives.
I appreciate you allowing me to take the time to not only discuss an important issue, but to also gush about my friends. It is my hope that this blatant public admiration will build them up in the same ways they have built me up.
First let me say that there are countless women who have spoken grace, encouragement and affirmation into my life. There have been friends, mentors, women in the Asbury community, role models, and members of my family who have encouraged me when I needed it. The girls I will talk about here are the girls who are most filling these roles now.
This type of friend should inspire you to be better than you are. They should be people you can treat like a confidant on one day, then look up to the next. Nicolette Scarborough is this for me. She reminds me of the beauty of a prayerful life. She reminds me to be kind and gentle-spirited. She is the portrait of sweetness, and I want to be more like her. She has always been reliable, listened when I needed to be listened to, and quietly encouraged me to handle stressful situations with grace. She affirms me, yet inspires me to keep working to be better than I am, and that's the work of a special friend.
A good friend is also someone who experiences life with you. This friend in my life is Kelly Lawson. We met at the Wesley at Tech, but became close during our time at Asbury. Our friendship was already starting to grow and blossom when we each found out we were pregnant. We shared pregnancy hopes and heartaches together. She walked me through gestational diabetes, and she validated me as a mother as I struggled to breastfeed August for as long as possible. (It turns out that's not as easy as it sounds, but the world tells us that you aren't a good mother unless you do it.) I hurt. A lot. And she reminded me that if August was happy and healthy, I was a good mom. Now we share the concerns of toddlerdom and the journey to a half marathon (more on that later, too). She reminds me that I am wonderful, even while the world is telling me I'm not, and that's the work of a special friend.
Every girl needs a friend that makes her feel cool. It's even better if this friend views the world in exactly the same way. For me this is Mallary Covington. I am who I am without apology, and yet I feel cool when I am with her. The cool is awesome, but it's the shared heart that makes her so special. If something touches me deeply, chances are it would touch her deeply too. We cry about the same things. We rejoice in the same things. I respect and love and am excited about her future work, and she feels the same about mine. She makes me be me, and that's the work of a special friend.
As women the world tears us down. We aren't pretty enough, thin enough, strong enough, smart enough or competent enough. And our confidence and self esteem are shattered. We need to learn how to value ourselves the way our creator values us, and the easiest way to do this is to have friends who speak these truths to us. I am ridiculously thankful for mine, and I recommend every woman to find a small circle of friends that allow her to be herself. If you have someone like this in your life, tell her how much she means to you, and let's start having healthy friendships with the women in our lives.
I appreciate you allowing me to take the time to not only discuss an important issue, but to also gush about my friends. It is my hope that this blatant public admiration will build them up in the same ways they have built me up.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
No Promises
So here's the deal. I haven't blogged in a VERY long time. You could easily go see that my last post was about recommitting to blogging, and it was in January. It didn't work.
It's true, I've been busy; but that's not why I haven't blogged. I just haven't had anything on my heart worth writing. That sounds sadder than it really is. I've been transitioning, learning how to be a stay at home mom, running like a crazy person, and figuring out who I am post-seminary. These are all big things, but I haven't felt the need to write about them. So I didn't.
Over the past few weeks I've found myself thinking, "that's interesting; I should blog about it" several times. So, I'm going to. Just this morning when I was making a list of things I'd like to blog about, I realized they are all women's issues. They are challenges that most women face every day. Questions we ask ourselves often. Who am I? What's my role? How do I fulfill my calling, yet take the time to be a good mom and invest in my child? Am I as pretty as she is?
I've never really considered myself a woman's issues advocate, but I've found some issues close to my heart and I'd like to share my thoughts. So, this will be my topic for the days ahead.
Then of course you'll get the obligatory "Holy cow I ran a half marathon and I need to share every little detail with everybody" blog post. I'm not sure what will come after that. Which is why this post is called "No Promises."
Design Note: In light of my new found love for fall, along with my topic of discussion for the next few days, I've chosen a girly/fall-ish background. I'm not sure how long I'll be keeping it, but for now, it's perfect.
It's true, I've been busy; but that's not why I haven't blogged. I just haven't had anything on my heart worth writing. That sounds sadder than it really is. I've been transitioning, learning how to be a stay at home mom, running like a crazy person, and figuring out who I am post-seminary. These are all big things, but I haven't felt the need to write about them. So I didn't.
Over the past few weeks I've found myself thinking, "that's interesting; I should blog about it" several times. So, I'm going to. Just this morning when I was making a list of things I'd like to blog about, I realized they are all women's issues. They are challenges that most women face every day. Questions we ask ourselves often. Who am I? What's my role? How do I fulfill my calling, yet take the time to be a good mom and invest in my child? Am I as pretty as she is?
I've never really considered myself a woman's issues advocate, but I've found some issues close to my heart and I'd like to share my thoughts. So, this will be my topic for the days ahead.
Then of course you'll get the obligatory "Holy cow I ran a half marathon and I need to share every little detail with everybody" blog post. I'm not sure what will come after that. Which is why this post is called "No Promises."
Design Note: In light of my new found love for fall, along with my topic of discussion for the next few days, I've chosen a girly/fall-ish background. I'm not sure how long I'll be keeping it, but for now, it's perfect.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
New Look, New Commitment?
As most of you know, I used to blog fairly regularly (at least twice each month), but that is no longer the case. To tell the truth, I have wanted to, but just haven't had time to. My degree is a 60 hour degree, and in a few weeks, I will have completed 35 of those hours in a one year time span. The other 27 hour took me two years. Yes, I have been busy.
But that is all about to change. I will finish my last class on January 22nd, and we will be moving back to Lubbock, TX on February 15th. I have changed the look of my blog with hopes that it will motivate and inspire me to write regularly. I have had some good ideas over the past few months, but not enough time to explore them. Now if I could just remember what some of them were...
So, if you could just be patient with me for another month or so, I'll try to do better once I am settled again and have more time for this. For now, Kelly has also redesigned his blog and is finished with school, so he is already putting more into his blog. Click here to check it out.
But that is all about to change. I will finish my last class on January 22nd, and we will be moving back to Lubbock, TX on February 15th. I have changed the look of my blog with hopes that it will motivate and inspire me to write regularly. I have had some good ideas over the past few months, but not enough time to explore them. Now if I could just remember what some of them were...
So, if you could just be patient with me for another month or so, I'll try to do better once I am settled again and have more time for this. For now, Kelly has also redesigned his blog and is finished with school, so he is already putting more into his blog. Click here to check it out.
Friday, October 16, 2009
A Tribute, of Sorts
Today I was doing my usual Friday afternoon routine, checking facebook in between playing with and feeding August, when I came across something unexpected. One of my friends posted a video on facebook that really touched me. I watched the video expecting it to be kind of interesting, but I ended up with teary eyes. It is the 1947 promotional video of Texas Technological College (now Texas Tech University).
No, I am not that much of a sap about my Alma Mater that it made me cry, I cried because of what it reminded me of. As many of you know, I lost my sweet grandfather, Rex McKinney, on May 2nd of this year. He was special to a lot of people for a lot of reasons, but for me, Texas Tech was at the center of our bond.
You see, only two people in the history of my family (that I know of) have graduated college with a bachelor's degree, me and Rexiebaby (yes, that's what he wanted us to call him)...both from Texas Tech.
Just like many men in his generation, he did not share affection openly, but I remember very clearly the card I got when I graduated from high school, boasting of how proud I had made him. He so badly wanted me to succeed that he bought me a computer for to use in college, and he paid for a big chunk of my tuition to Tech. Perhaps I owe part of my bachelor's degree to him. My parents worked hard to put me through college, but I don't know how they would have made it without his help.
I could go on forever talking about how he inspired me by encouraging me and affirming me (in his mildly affectionate manner, of course), but I want you to see this video.
I know that he graduated from high school around 1945, and that he had finished college and was working by 1953, and that those 8 years included some time in the Navy and his education at Tech. The way I see it, this video allows me a peek into the Texas Tech that Rex knew when he attended there so long ago, and what he gave me the opportunity to see as well.
Thanks, Rexiebaby, for encouraging me and helping me along the way. "Strive for honor, evermore...long live the matadors!"
No, I am not that much of a sap about my Alma Mater that it made me cry, I cried because of what it reminded me of. As many of you know, I lost my sweet grandfather, Rex McKinney, on May 2nd of this year. He was special to a lot of people for a lot of reasons, but for me, Texas Tech was at the center of our bond.
You see, only two people in the history of my family (that I know of) have graduated college with a bachelor's degree, me and Rexiebaby (yes, that's what he wanted us to call him)...both from Texas Tech.
Just like many men in his generation, he did not share affection openly, but I remember very clearly the card I got when I graduated from high school, boasting of how proud I had made him. He so badly wanted me to succeed that he bought me a computer for to use in college, and he paid for a big chunk of my tuition to Tech. Perhaps I owe part of my bachelor's degree to him. My parents worked hard to put me through college, but I don't know how they would have made it without his help.
I could go on forever talking about how he inspired me by encouraging me and affirming me (in his mildly affectionate manner, of course), but I want you to see this video.
I know that he graduated from high school around 1945, and that he had finished college and was working by 1953, and that those 8 years included some time in the Navy and his education at Tech. The way I see it, this video allows me a peek into the Texas Tech that Rex knew when he attended there so long ago, and what he gave me the opportunity to see as well.
Thanks, Rexiebaby, for encouraging me and helping me along the way. "Strive for honor, evermore...long live the matadors!"
Monday, September 7, 2009
Yes, it's been that long...
So, the last time I posted was June 5th. I took a class in June, traveled around Texas for the month of July, and took a class in August. I've been busy, and also, I just haven't had anything to say. I don't really have anything to say today, but I have lots of things that I want to say on twitter, so I guess this is the place where I can do it all at once. Here we go:
-August woke up at 4:45 this morning. And he didn't go back to sleep. I did a lot this morning. I cuddled with my little boy for over an hour, made a menu and a grocery list, got myself ready for the day, made it to the grocery store (with the kid), and got myself a latte...all before 8 AM.
-The Sara Lee guy was making a delivery at the grocery store this morning, and he was in line in front of me at the Starbucks. He bought my latte for me. He probably didn't realize that my favorite thing is the most expensive thing on the menu. He bought coffee for me and one other guy and paid $7 (mine was $5). That was very nice of him.
-August fell asleep in the car on the way home from the store. This NEVER happens. He hates the carseat. When I got home and went to get him out of the car, he opened his eyes all squinty (like you do when you first wake up and the light is bright), glared at me, then nuzzled his head back into his carseat to finish his nap. It was SO cute!
-The same baby who fell asleep in his carseat is now refusing to take a nap. He usually wakes up at 7:30, and then sleeps from 10-12. You would think that since he woke up almost 3 hours earlier than usual, that he would be tired (I AM!).
-I love this weather. It is 69 degrees outside and raining a light, steady rain. This is my favorite thing ever....ooh, thunder!
-I was planning on blogging about Julie and Julia. I read the book so that I could go see the movie, and I was going to blog about how well the movie resembled the book. I finished the book two weeks ago and still have not seen the movie. Sometimes August cramps my style.
-People who know me really well know that I am very ambitious, but that I don't always follow through on my big plans. This includes giving myself a reading schedule. Theoretically, if I read for a couple of hours every day, I won't have to cram it all in when I am trying to write a paper. Unfortunately, I usually get behind on day 1 or 2. I'm proud to say that today is day 3, and I am still caught up! Good thing, because school starts tomorrow. It's my LAST semester!
I think that's about it. This has been fun. I'll try to do it again sometime soon.
-August woke up at 4:45 this morning. And he didn't go back to sleep. I did a lot this morning. I cuddled with my little boy for over an hour, made a menu and a grocery list, got myself ready for the day, made it to the grocery store (with the kid), and got myself a latte...all before 8 AM.
-The Sara Lee guy was making a delivery at the grocery store this morning, and he was in line in front of me at the Starbucks. He bought my latte for me. He probably didn't realize that my favorite thing is the most expensive thing on the menu. He bought coffee for me and one other guy and paid $7 (mine was $5). That was very nice of him.
-August fell asleep in the car on the way home from the store. This NEVER happens. He hates the carseat. When I got home and went to get him out of the car, he opened his eyes all squinty (like you do when you first wake up and the light is bright), glared at me, then nuzzled his head back into his carseat to finish his nap. It was SO cute!
-The same baby who fell asleep in his carseat is now refusing to take a nap. He usually wakes up at 7:30, and then sleeps from 10-12. You would think that since he woke up almost 3 hours earlier than usual, that he would be tired (I AM!).
-I love this weather. It is 69 degrees outside and raining a light, steady rain. This is my favorite thing ever....ooh, thunder!
-I was planning on blogging about Julie and Julia. I read the book so that I could go see the movie, and I was going to blog about how well the movie resembled the book. I finished the book two weeks ago and still have not seen the movie. Sometimes August cramps my style.
-People who know me really well know that I am very ambitious, but that I don't always follow through on my big plans. This includes giving myself a reading schedule. Theoretically, if I read for a couple of hours every day, I won't have to cram it all in when I am trying to write a paper. Unfortunately, I usually get behind on day 1 or 2. I'm proud to say that today is day 3, and I am still caught up! Good thing, because school starts tomorrow. It's my LAST semester!
I think that's about it. This has been fun. I'll try to do it again sometime soon.
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