She Runs, She Blogs!

Forgot to mention two of the most adorable children on God's green earth, Munchkin and Little Man, AKA Bethany and Ben, AKA Little B and Little Ben E. Boy. Karen and Bobby's kids--named EXACTLY the same as Mark and Carolyn's kids (the Big ones). I live next door to them when my BFF's kids are Ben and Bethany?? Coincidence? Maybe. But how could all four kids be so adorable??? None of them need to know about the hurlage.

Blog? I Have A Blog?

Of course it takes my much younger, much tech-savvier neighbor Karen R. to inspire me to write here again. Mostly because I just read her blog, on her computer, and not ery (ery, I mean VERY well-see?)due to the ergonomic keyboard. Karen's blog is called, um, Our Crazy Blessed Life, Welcome To It, something like that. If I knew how, I'd link it up. Maybe she'll teach me. OK, so I don't know nuthin' about typing on the HinterNets, but I RAN THE HALF-MARATHON on Saturday WITHOUT STOPPING or THROWING UP. Well, OK, I threw up a tiny bit, in my hands, but it was well after the finish and had nothing to do with the actual race. Maybe. Maybe the blood sugar drop after 17 Accelerade swigs, half a chocolate PowerAde Gu, and that godawful supercharged concoction in my caffeinated coffee at 5 a.m. After 2.5 non-consecutive hours of sleep. Also, it's possible the nausea was from an overdose of race-induced adrenaline, caused by cheering and hand-slapping of fans along 13.1 miles. WHAT A BLAST. Well worth the minor vomit.
So sorry I do not have photographic proof of same.