I Ran

Like on purpose. 

Twice.

I tried the whole running this for New Years several years ago when I was in nursing school, I think I made it until January 2...

Then again when I was 14 weeks pregnant...you can imagine how well that went over.

And this week, I have gone running TWICE! Woohoo! It's soooo much better running with friends, I think I'm going to stick with it and I THINK I may try for a triathalon?! I'm figuring out the whole running thing, I know I can do the whole biking thing, now I just gotta see if I can do the whole swimming thing. WHEW maybe we'll start with a sprint triathalon.

Quite the rogue development, I know.

Rogue.

You like that word?

I do. I learned it the other day.

Steve was watching one of his weird Discovery Channel shows about weird, random topics that actually turn out to be pretty interesting. It's just one of those you don't want to say "hey, let's sit down and watch The Discovery Channel" and get an enthusiastic "OK!" from your spouse things.....anyway this one happened to be on rogue waves. After Steve defined the word for me, I realized it made sense why that one chick from X-Men was named Rogue.

So, this whole running thing? Definitely a rogue thing.

Yesterday, I went to Target BY MYSELF. It was nice, not gonna lie.

I was walking in and some kid (probably 21...that's so sad that's so much younger than me now) and his buddy were walking out and I hear "I love you!", so I turn my head and he's looking at me and says "You're beautiful!"

AWWW!!!! You guys!!! I still got it! Woo!

That's what happens when you go out in public no longer prego and without your kid!

Little does he know I have a newborn and a husband at home, a stomach with all sorts of flab and a weird, leftover dark line running down the middle, and the most exciting part of my day is when my little one poops!

Speaking of my little one...

I feel the same way kid

(I totally get why it feels like an amazing feat to have makeup done, clothes other than your husband's basketball shorts on and maybe, perhaps a little dinner cooked!)

I know I'm a little biased, but SERIOUSLY?!

 IS HE NOT THE CUTEST THING EVER!?!

And Steve is all sorts of busy busy busy with school, church calling duties, U.S. Open watching duties and I'm fixin to put him on hanging curtains and picture frame duties. He got to play tennis with some guys from school the other day and was in heaven. If he's not doing any of the previously mentioned things, he's playing some racing game on his phone that he has proudly claimed 1st place in the world :)

Last night he got a text from our lady neighbor (single mom) who he introduced to the church and has been taking discussions and going to church to come over quickly, her 12-year-old son was getting out of control and she was afraid for herself....apparently he's punched her before and has some temper issues. I looked down at Parker and couldn't imagine! Made me so thankful that I had both a righteous mother and a father growing up and that I'll have a big, righteous husband who can beat the snot out of Parker or any other Parkers/Parkerettes that raise a hand to me....and be an example of how to treat women and more specifically, their mother.
It's sad that sometimes I have to see others' unfortunate circumstances to be reminded how good mine are. It makes me sad that they have these circumstances though. Like what did I do to deserve being born in America with the opportunities I've been given? Nothing! What about those born in Somalia? What did they do to deserve being born there? I'm sure you can be just as happy there, but certainly the quality of life is better here. What about those born into fortunate circumstances but aren't the brightest or the prettiest and are bullied or don't have any friends? Oh, breaks my heart. I can barely watch TV shows/movies where kids are bullied or teased, it makes me so sad.
OK, not really sure where I'm going here, this is quite the tangential post and for that, I apologize...
and I'm off to tend to the whimpering baby :)