But it’s oh so true. Love you Babe. Miss you. Come home soon.
Rumble At The Chick-Fil-A. October 28, 2009
Tonight was “Spirit Night” for Ellie’s school at Chick-fil-a, which means that if you go there and tell them that you are from her school, then a portion of the sales go back to the school. So The Bean and I went and we invited our friends Mike and Beth, and their two kids Drew and Jackson to come along. For those of you who don’t know, Ellie and Jackson are practically BFF’s and if minors could get married they just might run off together. However, Ellis also has a little boyfriend on the side at school, we will call him “Mark”. So tonight we are all eating our chicken, and the kids are being wild as always, and in walks “Mark” with his parents. After getting their food “Mark” runs over to say hello to Ellie with a big smile on his face because he is happy to see her. At that point Jackson stands up and says “Ellie’s my friend”. The look on all of their faces was priceless. I thought for sure that Jackson was about to throw down in the middle of the Chick-fil-a. Drew ended up doing his brotherly duty and got up to distract the kids from the tension that was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was like a scene out of West Side Story..I think. I mean I’ve never actually seen the movie, but that was what came to my mind as I was watching it all play out. The rest of the evening went on without any bloodied noses, however Jackson did proceed to share his ice cream with Ellie right in front of “Mark” as they each took turns licking from the cone. It just goes to show you that even pre-schoolers know how to play “the game”.
Keith Can’t Get Enough Of These Two. October 27, 2009
Plus I like to give him a hard time about having a little crush on the girl. I don’t know if he does or not, I just made that up. Enjoy.
Weekend Wrap-Up. October 26, 2009
As expected I over scheduled our weekend again causing Keith to almost freak out a little. Friday night I went out to celebrate a few of our managers who have decided to move on from the coffee giant while Keith stayed home with The Bean. I called him before I went out to see how he was doing, and I believe his response was “Not good”. It turns out that when Keith went to pick up Ellie at school she threw a fit and didn’t want to leave, then when he finally got her out of the sandbox she was in he needed to take her to the bathroom to clean her up, because as I witness on a regular basis when you pick my child up at the end of the day, she looks like she has been eating dirt for the last two hours, and occasionally has her pockets filled with sand. So he takes her to the bathroom to clean her up, and of course she throws a fit. I think she throws fits more with Keith because she thinks it’s funny when he gets mad. So long story short, Ellie is screaming in the bathroom, Keith is screaming in the bathroom, a girl in Ellie’s class runs into the bathroom and then back out again to tell everyone that Ellie is screaming in the bathroom, then they go to Wahoo’s. Back to me. I went out Friday night and stayed out too late considering that I had to be up at 4 a.m. the next morning. Got up at 4 to go to work, came home, took a little nap, ran, showered, pumpkin patched, took my husband on a date, end scene. Then on Sunday I got to go to church for the first time in weeeeeeks. Keith kept telling me that he was worried that people were starting to be concerned about our marriage since I was never around anymore. So we went to church, then lunch, then Disneyland, end scene. Tonight Keith and Ellie carved our big pumpkin, and I think the cutest thing was when Ellie was saying her prayers and she thanked God for the “punkin pouch”
Back On The Streets. October 22, 2009
Okay, I guess I could have come up with a better title for this post, or at least one that didn’t make me sound like I went back to a questionable career, but let’s face it, I’m lazy. What I am referring to is that after a week and a half break from running tonight I laced up my shoes and got back at it. If any of you have been living under a rock for the last three months, then I guess you might not know that about 12 weeks ago a woman that I work with somehow convinced me that it would be a great idea to run the Long Beach half marathon. For some reason when she asked me I said yes right away, even though I hadn’t run since junior high when it was a P.E. requirement, and I hadn’t even worked out since around the time that I found out that I was pregnant with Ellie and I took that as my opportunity to cancel my gym membership and make Chicken McNuggets and Quarter Pounders with Cheese a part of my weekly diet. That being said, I have no idea why I thought that running 13.1 miles sounded like fun, and just to make sure that I would actually follow through, I went and dropped $80 on a pair of shoes. That was when Keith told me that I had better do it. So 10 weeks before the half marathon I started training, and during the first week I had to run 7.5 miles…at one time. During that run I thought I was going to die. I think I actually saw God. So after all the training and the aches and pains, on Sunday, October 11 at 7:15 a.m. my friend Beth, who I got to join me in this madness, and I took off on our 13.1 mile run.
The first 6 miles seemed pretty easy, and it wasn’t until mile 9 that things started to hurt. Those things were, in order of uncomfortability: 1) my toes, 2) my left knee, 3) my right hip. At mile 11 I realized that due to the course route it would actually be faster for me to just run home than to finish the run, and the thought seriously crossed my mind…seriously. I still believe that mile 12 was actually 3 miles that they tried to disguise as one, because it was the longest mile of my life. My goal was to finish in 2 hours and 20 minutes, but I actually finished in 2 hours and 16 minutes. It was my plan to only walk long enough at the water stations to get a quick drink and run the whole thing other than that. A plan that sounded good to me, but I never thought I would actually be able to stick to. But I did, and I was surprised that I was able to.
So here I am, a week and a half after the run, and tonight I finally was able to start running again. It took so long because of a combination of beat up toes (which lucky for you I have posted pictures of), and not having time. Now that the running has begun again, Keith and I are training for the Huntington Beach half marathon on February 7. If any of you want to join us let me know.
Phil Wickham Show. October 21, 2009
Just got back from seeing Phil Wickham at Cottonwood Church. The show was awesome, but I must say that there were an awful lot of guys there in v-necked shirts and a male version of Kate Gosselin’s hair cut. Thank you Bridgett by the way for putting a label on that style for me. I feel the description is perfect. Here are some random photos that show none of the actual concert, for your viewing enjoyment. They are actually better than photos from the show because you get to see Charlie and Stephen doing the “lazy face”.
Today was not a good day for The Bean. Maybe it was the fact that she went to bed late last night and woke up early this morning, or maybe it’s the fact that she is my daughter and I regularly run into things. Either way, today was a pretty bad day for Ellie and her little body. This morning she fell off the couch and got a huge scratch on her back, she fell down while trying to climb inside of one of her toys that she had no business being in, and being the caring mother that I am I jumped out from behind a corner and scared her trying to be funny. All of these things happened in the course of an hour, and all resulted in a lot of crying. Then we went to the park where she burned her legs twice on two different pieces of play equipment, and then bonked heads with her friend Kaden. We made it through lunch successfully without her poking out her eyes with a fork, and then it was nap time. I was hoping that when she woke up she would have miraculously gained some grace, but I was wrong. When we went out later that night she tripped over the foot of a friend of ours. It’s days like this that I hope are magically erased from her memory.