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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
-CKMC
today, i got everything i wanted.
-time to blog
-a plate of nachos
-a full hour to read the best book about cathedrals and rape ever written
-a nap with brooks
-brandon hardly complaining about watching ade while i did all above
-and confirmed plans to go to mickeyhell with my fam their awesome grandma in 4 weeks!!!
she told me that being myself was more than good enough. 
and someday. i pray that my boys think i'm as kooky as her for the same reasons.
-time to blog
-a plate of nachos
-a full hour to read the best book about cathedrals and rape ever written
-a nap with brooks
-brandon hardly complaining about watching ade while i did all above
-and confirmed plans to go to mickeyhell with my fam their awesome grandma in 4 weeks!!!
perfect.
about my mom.
my entire life she's fed my head with all these crazy ideas.
she told me that i was amazing and smart and unique and important and a blessing.
she told me i that anything i wanted to do, i'd be great at.
she told me that being myself was more than good enough. it was outstanding.
she told me that i had the ability to figure out any challenge. and handle it.
she told me my potential was limitless.
she still tells me all of these things and
that she loves me too.
and someday. i pray that my boys think i'm as kooky as her for the same reasons. -pretty ugly
happy birthday dinner for jamie, jordan and tom (even though he was absent). the 6 course rustic italian with a private chef in a restaurant to ourselves would have been perfect if the burnbents were there and had we chosen to exercise a little restraint in the porking out department. the only thing more humiliating than noticing your gut spilling over your $13 XXI grey skinny jeans would be posing for pictures that you know are going to be posted on the world wide web. friends, you are the best.
morgan
jamie & claw
brian
thera
brooks
brandon
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jordan
morgan
jamie & claw
brian
thera
brooks
brandon
yours truly
Thursday, May 7, 2009
-something's happening to me?
sometimes i need my spiritual booty kicked into gear. i love my life in autopilot. be a good mom. make husband feel supported and appreciated. tell family you love them. make friends feel wonderful. be creative. strive for physical health.
but sometimes, at the end of the day, autopilot doesn't bring fulfillment.
last week at church a really amazing man spoke about spiritual motivation. i rarely pay attention. rarely. i'll blame it on the boys but to be completely honest, i'm never in the mood. to me, my spirituality is an extremely private thing which unfortunately has led to me shutting off when people start talking and look for more excitement in a ziploc full of honey nut cheerios.
last week was different. the amazing man asked point blank "what are the triggers you need that will get you motivated to make prayer, scripture study and righteous living a priority?"
i dunno.
but for the first time in my life i am interested in finding out. he concluded his words with a message about peace. an inner peace. one that motivates you to be a better person and feel completeness. something very different than autopilot. so i'm accepting applications for triggers. things like this and this but probably not this. please send them this way. i can't wait.
Monday, May 4, 2009
whiskey row marathon
"hope you brought a prayer book"
something you wouldn't mind hearing on your way to church but definitely not as the welcome to a registration table the night before a long race.
but man, that realistic nega-torr was right.
saturday morning was my first half marathon since i had ade and can i just say, it was the most challenging morning i'd relive in a second.
maybe it was because i was insecure about the shape i was in.
or maybe it was the fear of having 8 months of baby fatigue hitting me on the 9th mile and making me want to quit.
OR maybe it was because i chose to make my "comeback" on the most difficult marathon course ever invented in the UNIVERSE. (refer to charts below)
the whiskey row marathon, in the pine tree sprinkled hills of prescott arizona, is the MOTHER of all races and every step of that course was more humbling than a review of prom dresses from the past. however- this was the most enjoyable adventure of my non impressive 4 year amateur distance running career.
from the quaint expo held in a early 1900's hotel with layers of paint coating the boneriffic tin ceiling to the miles of course winding through the old town and up into the mountains dotted with gorgeous cabins that make you dream of woodsy decor like spray painted antlers or thick downy duvets- this race is one that should be scribbled onto every one's bucket list.
being my first big event in a long while, i took a very unHeatherly approach to the race and decided to not worry about my time/pace/training/sleeping/eating regiment. and by hell, it totally paid off. i had a lot of firsts during this race:
-i didn't clock my miles
-i ate taco bell the day before
-i wore a fuel belt
-i called brandon at the half way mark
-i didn't care what people thought of me on the phone
-i cried at the view
-i walked when the hills got to steep
-i didn't pee in public
-i allowed myself to daydream
-i cried again when i crossed the finish line
-i drank out of a water bottle i found in the trash
-i didn't want to die afterwards
however, i did allow myself to cuss. cussing makes everything better sometimes. like "oh great, another ficking hill". "if that fat fick passes me again i'm going to scream". "fick, my legs hurt from all the hills". vulgar? yes. but if you replace the i (I) with u (you)- you'd ficking understand.
so there. let's call it a comeback because i haven't been here for years. the legs are sturdy, the lungs are healthy and the determination in back on FIH-YER!
and now for some photos:
Brandon is turning into his dad. Don't tell him I said that unless you feel it would be taken as a complement. Some may think there's nothing weird about eating 4 bowls of salad and taking your entree home to have for breakfast in the morn. ? 
Carb loading for the race with a side dish of little brother farts.
because i was not invited, i was not able to blog about brooks going on his first manly camping trip with dad and the men from church. i'm pretty sure he had a good time despite dehydration, exhaustion and the 6 inch gouge down the side of his face. boys are gross.
this is our neighbor owen. he's awesome. brooks and owen spend every night in the front driveway fighting over toys and screaming at each other. because they're friends.
love you too.
something you wouldn't mind hearing on your way to church but definitely not as the welcome to a registration table the night before a long race.
but man, that realistic nega-torr was right.
saturday morning was my first half marathon since i had ade and can i just say, it was the most challenging morning i'd relive in a second.
maybe it was because i was insecure about the shape i was in.
or maybe it was the fear of having 8 months of baby fatigue hitting me on the 9th mile and making me want to quit.
OR maybe it was because i chose to make my "comeback" on the most difficult marathon course ever invented in the UNIVERSE. (refer to charts below)
the whiskey row marathon, in the pine tree sprinkled hills of prescott arizona, is the MOTHER of all races and every step of that course was more humbling than a review of prom dresses from the past. however- this was the most enjoyable adventure of my non impressive 4 year amateur distance running career.from the quaint expo held in a early 1900's hotel with layers of paint coating the boneriffic tin ceiling to the miles of course winding through the old town and up into the mountains dotted with gorgeous cabins that make you dream of woodsy decor like spray painted antlers or thick downy duvets- this race is one that should be scribbled onto every one's bucket list.
being my first big event in a long while, i took a very unHeatherly approach to the race and decided to not worry about my time/pace/training/sleeping/eating regiment. and by hell, it totally paid off. i had a lot of firsts during this race:
-i didn't clock my miles
-i ate taco bell the day before
-i wore a fuel belt
-i called brandon at the half way mark
-i didn't care what people thought of me on the phone
-i cried at the view
-i walked when the hills got to steep
-i didn't pee in public
-i allowed myself to daydream
-i cried again when i crossed the finish line
-i drank out of a water bottle i found in the trash
-i didn't want to die afterwards
however, i did allow myself to cuss. cussing makes everything better sometimes. like "oh great, another ficking hill". "if that fat fick passes me again i'm going to scream". "fick, my legs hurt from all the hills". vulgar? yes. but if you replace the i (I) with u (you)- you'd ficking understand.
so there. let's call it a comeback because i haven't been here for years. the legs are sturdy, the lungs are healthy and the determination in back on FIH-YER!
and now for some photos:
Here's backseat Uncle Dave. He's the one that entertains the children and thinks running 3 marathons in 4 months is totally normal.
Brandon is turning into his dad. Don't tell him I said that unless you feel it would be taken as a complement. Some may think there's nothing weird about eating 4 bowls of salad and taking your entree home to have for breakfast in the morn. ? 
Carb loading for the race with a side dish of little brother farts.
because i was not invited, i was not able to blog about brooks going on his first manly camping trip with dad and the men from church. i'm pretty sure he had a good time despite dehydration, exhaustion and the 6 inch gouge down the side of his face. boys are gross. 
this is our neighbor owen. he's awesome. brooks and owen spend every night in the front driveway fighting over toys and screaming at each other. because they're friends.
love you too.
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