Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Baby pictures

I can't help it, have to share some newest nephew photos.  I told my brother to sign me up for the "daily dozen" of baby photo texts.  The second day he was home from the hospital, I didn't get all 12, so I texted him at customer service to complain.  He said my approximate wait time was 18 years and there was 1 customer ahead of me.  I threatened to post a bad review on yelp, and I guess that did the trick!  My sweet brother and/or his wife are sending me at least 8 baby pics per day, often all 12 that I requested.

Sharing some highlights from his first week and change.  Trying not to pick too many...

According to my brother, the first few days involved TONS of screaming, and a complete day-night reversal...

Check out the little fists of rage:

A little yawn?

This was the first smile picture:

This might be the funniest:

Life is so hard that first week:

I love how curious he looks here:

I thought my husband would like the curious monkey hat:

Here's following his first bath (I guess they don't really get super dirty so it's okay to go a week before washing?):

And perhaps my fave:

The best news of all?  I'm going to get to meet him!  Hubby and I just booked 10 days of May trips!  Flying to DC on May 5, heading down to Charlottesville for my reunion, then flying back on Sunday of that week, then we'll have to hang out in Dallas for 10 days, then flying out to San Fran on a Wednesday and coming back on Memorial Day. 
Should be an awesome month, especially since I think I have a lot of work travel in April that will probably largely suck my will to live...

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Grammar fun

This made me laugh and I believe is worth sharing.

Hope it's big enough to see.

(If not, it reads:
With the Oxford comma:
we invited the strippers, jfk, and stalin.
Without the Oxford comma:
we invited the strippers, jfk and stalin.)

Thursday, March 19, 2015


This one was pretty easy, thanks to all the words.  To make it a bit harder, we put aside the box top, but it was still a one day project, one of my best friends came over to help since she loves puzzles too. 

By the way, I think the calf pain I had after the 5k this past weekend and then my 13 miler the next day is gone.  I took Monday completely off, and did boot camp Tues but took it very easy, then another boot camp Wed., and then took it for a 6 mile run this morning and it was fine.  Fingers crossed that was it!  I love it when something hurts like crazy, amputate-now, pain, and then you take two days off and then you're not 100% sure which leg it was that hurt....

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Special Street

As I mentioned, this past weekend was my favorite 5k of the year.  Even the more uneventful years are so fun -- so many friends run this race and it has a great atmosphere.  This weekend, there was someone walking in front of me during the last half mile and she was struggling, I told her to come on, and she did and thanked me.  It's an encouraging and fun atmosphere.  Possibly because some people start drinking before the race?  Haha.

I have tons of awesome memories from this race:

One year, I had an amazing pacer, and I remember feeling like a dog because she kept turning around and saying "Come on girl" to me.  She also kept my watch during the race.

One year, I pushed my godson in a stroller.  I think I shared this story before, but I ran as hard as I could with him, and on the big hill of the race, halfway up, I realized that directly in front of me (and therefore directly in my godson's face) was the butt of a guy wearing nothing but green boxer briefs. 

One year, it was the day of my bridal shower and my mom did the race too, pre-festivities.  It was a PR at the time and one of the happiest days of my life! 

One year, one of my dearest friends was in town for the race and a day of fun following. 

One year, a friend wearing a beer mug costume paced me and I clearly remember some spectator, a middle-aged guy with a belly, standing on the lawn of one of the apartment complexes as we ran by.  As we passed, he said, "ah, now here come the fun runners."  For an entire half mile I thought about going back to choke the guy and asking him how fun he thought a 7:xx pace was.  Can't even remember what pace I was running, but I swear, it was not fun (though it was a cake walk for the guy pacing me). 

Last year, one of my favorite running buddies who moved to California was in town and we got to hang out afterward. 

One year my middle little brother and his wife came to visit that weekend and we all ran it, watched the parade and spent the day hanging out at house parties. 

This is the brother who has been on my mind constantly lately with his new baby. 

So it was extra cool to go to my secret easy-in-easy-out parking spot for this race and realize the street has the same name as my new nephew!