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paper underwear

I hate strongly dislike three things.  Laundry. Dishes. Showering.

I know that these are all essential to our daily life, but sometimes I think, “Really?! What’s the bleepiddy-bleep point?”  I don’t mind washing clothes or dishes, it’s the folding and putting away that gets to me.  I’m just going to use/put on this item in a half an hour, so why put it away?  And as for showering. It takes too much time and my hair is gonna get puked on in 5 minutes anyway. It’s not like I go out into public for people to see me, the only person who sees me all day is the Spew King and he likes it when I smell like sour milk.

As I was folding our mountain of laundry yesterday I told Ty that after so much folding I feel like I’m going insane. So here was the conversation that followed:

Ty- “Well, Honey, what can we do to help you so it’s not such a burden for you?”

Teresa- “Get a maid.”

Ty- “Okay, what would be a cheap or free way to help you?”

Teresa- “I guess I could just do it and not complain.  Or complain.  Both are free.”

After that conversation I spoke with my mother about it, and through her sage wisdom I have come to a conclusion that will help this whole process. Paper plates and paper underwear.  Let’s go disposable, people!  Who cares about landfills when my sanity is on the line?!

I don’t know if you’re in the same boat as me, if you’ve got laundry and dishes (and bathing) down pat, please don’t tell me.  I may swing my puke hair in your face.  And if you’re so awesome with it, please just come over and do mine so that I can just sit and read my new Orson Scott Card book and pretend to have no responsibility.  But if you are in my boat, then please help me come up with a plan to hijack our local maternity ward to steal all those stylish undies we had to wear after we gave birth.

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Run run, mama.

Yesterday I went on a run before church. Saturday was supposed to be my long running day, but since we went to Lubbock to get Flint’s picture taken (and isn’t he so cute?!), so I didn’t have time to get out and run.
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I ran 4 miles.  Let me just say that again. 4 miles!  Okay, I’m sure that to some of you seasoned runners (*cough* my father *cough*) 4 miles is laughably easy, but to me it’s huge!  I don’t know that I have ever done that before.  I’m sure in jr. high when I ran track, or more truthfully, tried to throw the shot put more than 5 feet, I may have run that far, but I didn’t know it.  I have never before set out on a run aiming to go that far and actually achieving it.  And the thing is, it wasn’t that hard!

It’s so encouraging to me to have come this far, sure I still have a long way to go, over 3 times that distance in the end, but I am so happy!  I was so proud of myself when I finished!  If I weren’t so pooped I might have jumped up and down for joy.

I just want to encourage you, that if you have a goal, especially if it’s a fitness goal, you can do it!  I am not built for running, I’m built for having babies, but still I run.  And if you want to, you can, too!  It may take a while to get your head into the right mindset, heaven knows I’m eons away from the right mindset, but slowly you’ll get there.

So, basically, I just wanted to say YOU CAN DO IT!

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adaptability

It is amazing to me that going and running 3 miles is no big deal to me anymore. I’m still slow and it’s still hard, but I know I can do it and I don’t dread it like I used to. I hope within the next month I will be able to say that about 5 miles.

Is there something in your life that used to terrify you, or that you thought was impossible, but now you think it’s a piece of cake? It’s amazing to me how God has made us to adapt to our situations. He’s an amazing God, isn’t he?

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left to my own devices

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Have you seen this cartoon yet?

It is sadly spot on. This morning I was left to my own devices and did not get up because the weather said it was windy outside.  Windy!  Okay, I do hate to run in the wind.  Does anyone else feel like they can’t breathe when it’s windy out?  But it was still a pretty lame excuse.  So, this afternoon, I’m going to have to pack up Flint and go to the university’s gym and run my three miles on a treadmill….which I happen to hate more.

Oh well.  As long as it gets done, right?

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too cute!

I know that this background has absolutely nothing to do with tumbleweeds or west Texas, but I just love it! It makes me feel like I’m on a safari. 🙂

Can I just tell you how precious my little boy is? It seems that his fingers are now a permanent fixture in his mouth and his drool is never ending. He then tries to talk, but it comes out like he’s under water. Such a silly little boy.
I could just sit and watch him for hours and be entertained by his little smiles. He gets more and more giggly every day! I love it!

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procrastination

Ok, So I have been putting off and putting off writing this post.  I felt if I actually wrote these words and sent them into cyberspace, then I was taking away any possibility of not following through.  And, honestly, it scares me to follow through on this…Why? I’m not really sure.  But here it is, people, I’ve started to train for a half marathon.  Yikes!

Who in the world would ever want to run a half marathon, let alone a full marathon?! People who are out of their minds, that’s who!

My goal is to run at least one half marathon before I get pregnant again.  I have no idea when I will be pregnant next, but the “plan” is sometime early spring of next year.  So I have a lot of time.  As of right now, I have a training schedule that has me running the half marathon in Lubbock at the end of September. I feel if I can do that, then I will be able to run another one on my birthday, December 15th, in Ohio with my mama.  The more and more I run, the less daunting 13 miles seems to me, but I know it’s going to be hard and that I’m going to want to give up at some point.  I guess that’s why I didn’t want to tell you about it, ’cause if you know then you can hold me accountable, and I can’t renege.

But, oh well, there it is. I’m a runnin’. Wanna do it with me?