excuses...

This is on the wall at the gym where I work out.

Motivational - most definitely.

Does that make me crazy

Give me four Bobby pins and a rat tail comb and I can make a French twist that a 1940's silver screen starlet would wear on the red carpet.

Same for Bobby pins and a rubber band and I can make a bunch for for a Russian ballerina.

Sock bun? I'm totally confused.

Insanity

I still can't run. My plantar fasciitis is just lingering like a fungus. I'm still working out with Marquis 3 days aweekfor an hour. When my heel won't take it I get to do core.

But since the that isn't enough I started the Insanity program today.

I'll let you know how it goes.

I really hope I get to start running again soon too.

My favorite things

I celebrated my 17th wedding anniversary this weekend. It was a wonderful weekend. Steve asked what I wanted/wanted to do and I told him I wanted something romantic. Realizing romance is different to everyone, I got romance. I got a few of my favorite things with my favorite person.

Steve took me to Kansas City for the weekend. It included a stop in Lawrence for dinner with Nate, always a favorite, shopping at a new mall with stores I'd never visited, a big time sporting event; professional bull riding championships complete with 5 year olds sheep riding called mutton bustin'. Cute as can be.

Dinner at a couple of restaurants I'd never eaten in and church this morning at one in Liberty, Mo.

Happy to be back home in time for snowstorm number two, another 14 inches on the way tonight through Tuesday.

I'm looking forward to year 18. Steve is the man of my dreams, the love of my life.

I thought about a song he sang at Brant and Shawna's wedding. I sat on the front row as he sang "I'll stand by you" as he looked in my eyes where I sat (bawling my eyes out as he sing it for their wedding but sang it to me) I realized that at every time in our lives no matter how rough it was, even when we were fighting against each other and wanted different things when push came to shove he stood by me.

He was in my side. He chose me, our lives, our marriage, our family, me. And I know he loves me. By the grace of God we stand together.

Does that make me crazy?

I realize the little quirks I share on here don’t make me crazy. I’m not OCD or anything. Not certifiable. I don’t comb the fringe on my rugs. I don’t have to chew my food a certain number of times before I swallow. I don’t have to have a specific type of notebook.

I have a favorite salad bowl, but Whitney has a favorite cereal bowl, to the point she won’t eat cereal if she can’t eat it out of that bowl.

I have quirks. I like dresses. Today it’s snowing 2-10 inches, and it’s going to be closer to 10 and I’m wearing a dress. I don’t own a pair of dress slacks. One pair of jeans that fit. (Several pair of running/work out pants.)

I like the shower curtain closed. Norman Bates anyone? I don’t want to see it coming.

But for the most part, I’m normal. The crazy stuff I do is only funny because people relate to it and many do the same thing themselves.

Here is another one of my particular crazies.

I love magazines. I love to read them, hold them, carry them with me, I love the way the paper feels and looks, I even have a big stack at home of old ones that I need to recycle. So I can get more. I can read anything and love it just because it is in magazine format.

nerd girl

This is me. And I could write the previous 181 nerd girl problems too.

the best love

I started a new Bible study. I've spent a week in a passage that has had the biggest impact on my life ever. Matthew 14:22-33.

The disciples are in the boat and a storm comes up and Jesus walks on the water to them. Peter gets out of the boat and walks on the water to Jesus. Takes his eyes off and sinks but I Jesus reaches out and pulls him up.

What struck me was that Jesus sent them out in the boat and he went up the mountainside to pray. While they were worried about their storm Jesus was praying.

Wish it told us what he was praying about.

I've enjoyed revisiting this passage and remembering what it meant/means to me.

On this holiday, I'm celebrating Jesus love for me.

the adventures of wander woman

I went to Huntsville, Texas. Was supposed to be my fifty mile run but the blasted plantar fasciitis still isn't better completely. And now I'm not sure I want to do one. But that could change.

I didn't wander. Saw this sign and it kept me close to the aid stations.

Steve did great. Five and a half months after back surgery. Eleven weeks of training. He killed it. 26:31:41. And a full on sprint at the finish. Not "I just ran 100 miles" sprint, a "working out with Marquis" full on sprint.

Very proud of him. Very tired. Huntsville is 65 miles this side of Houston. Long drive.