Damn Marathon

10 Things I might rather do than run 13.1 consecutive miles:

10.  Be Warren Jeffs' least favorite wife

9.  Floss on a regular basis

8.  Live as a "cat lady" for an entire year

7.  Pick up a bad habit, quit, then join a support group... all in under 21 days

6.  Re-do puberty

5.  Wear Listerine strips as contacts for a day

4.  Part with my inhaler

3.  Go freegan 

2.  Watch American Pie III again... with my grandma

1.  Lose at Mario Kart 

I just signed up for the Teton Dam half-marathon... wish me luck

My Ablogogies

Having friends who blog, we frequently run into blog pop quizzes don't we?  Testing our loyalty to our friends' lives and stories.  A conversation will be taking place and then, bam! "... but you already know that story, it was in my blog..."  -Oh yeah, that one, with the... hey!  Amelia Erhart!  I found her!

Or sometimes the occasional, I went to Spain last month, did you read my blog about it?  -Spain, Spain, quick say anything about Spain!  Yeah, that trip where you heard lots of Spanish. Great blog.

Usually these conversations end with me excusing myself to my dear friends that I have been busy lately and really do enjoy and read their blogs.  It also consists of me reciting previous blogs that I have read just to prove the point:  -Oh haven't caught the Spain blog yet, I've been so busy, but was it as good as your trip to Salt Lake? You know, when you lost half your money but that Mormon returned it to you, with an extra five? 

This process is similar to a pop quiz given in a class I really do love, but for some reason have missed the readings:  reasons for which 'busy-ness' is really no excuse.  

So, today, I want to send my apologies to the blogging world.  I have read all blogs I have missed and vow (because I want to, not because I feel obligated to do so) to keep updated on all of my charming, blogging friends.  Mary, I saw that you tagged me in a blog, and I intend on imminent response.  Kristine, I hope you have lots of fun in California with Jane; Jane, thank you for that misleading wedding photo of Christian and me; and Jess: I fell for the same April Fool's joke, you're in good company.  Or at least gullible, but optimistic company.  How's that for an A+ quiz?

Bragging Rights

Ahh blogging.  It's been a while since I've had time to breathe let alone blog.  Breathing: there is an interesting concept, and not one the designer of my bridesmaid's dress is all too familiar with, but that is another blog for another day, because today I get to do something most bloggers get to write about: bragging about children.  This isn't something I ever have the privilege to do, being senescent, single, and selfish with no offspring to show for my 21 almost 22 (shudder) years.  

But today I cross the bounds of the first dates vs. first steps.  I bring to you stories of my nephew's first publication.  

My sister, bored in church, wrote in large letters on her hand for her 6 year-old to read:  U R A Freak, and then showed him her hand.  He, being a good sport, gave her an elbow and quickly got to work on what would be his retaliation.  My sister reports a solid ten minutes of steady writing before the finished product.  When the paper was given back to my sister, it read, in unsteady kindergarten penmanship, "don't you wish your boyfriend was a freak like me."  I'm not sure what a mother feels when her child takes a first step, babbles the word, 'mama' for the first time, or finally graduates from rehab and comes home for the first time in three months, but I am quite convinced it's something of the pride and adoration I felt for my 6-year-old nephew Carter when he fired Pussy Cat Doll lyrics in counterattack towards my sister... all during the middle of church.