Saturday, March 22, 2014


My Hello-Kitty-Cupcake-Decorating-in-a-tiny-House-Party went surprisingly well. I really do love throwing parties. My paper company has made it so easy and I have ideas and colors always swirling in my head. I'm still just waiting for the day I can have a large party in a large house, but we make do for now.

We only learned that Reuben's birthday was the same day when he walked in the door so we added him to the celebration. We love that kid. If you take the time to listen (he searches for the words for a little while) he'll tell you all the gossip of the neighborhood. 

And today, her first day being 4, Calli started soccer classes…wearing stick-on earrings.

Now Calli is fast on her feet, fearless, excited about life and sports and pretty things. She is very smart, and I'm not just saying that. You can test her. She reads words and writes her name and completes math homework.


She cannot stand still, look at the camera, and smile at the same time. CAN NOT DO IT. I think I've written about this before. She is hurting her photographer mother. To get those top three shots on this post we took about 200 pictures and then photoshopped gobs of pizza off her face. 

Besides that, I have this:

and this:

And this is on the Beaverton Soccer Facebook page….The weird kid out of place?? That's mine.

Happy Birthday Calli. We LOVE you.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014


A few months ago I put together a volleyball team from a few gals I had met once, or not at all. I hit the jackpot! We are a great team on the court. We back each other up, cheer each other on, and you should be afraid if we are getting our "super pass" on. This is why we took the season as #1! I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've won first place in anything - which is probably why I lost faith and crumbled when we were down in the second game. Praise the Lord for a team that backs you up when you're down! I am learning a lot from these girls. They make winning fun!


And in running news I was as close to winning last week as I've ever been. Small race. Not my PR, but I almost killed myself with the lack of training I put into it. 4th in my age group.

I'm no olympian but I try to push myself when I can.

Calli sure is proud of me. She gasped at the sight of my trophy.

"Did you win this ballyball trophy? I love it. I love this trophy. Did you beat your friends the inch-a-men? When I’m 70 I’m going to play ballyball with my girlfriends and win a trophy!"

Monday, March 03, 2014

left in my socks

Last week I went on a track date with Tim. We generally run some sort of speed work on Tuesdays and it was too cold to be outside so we hit the small indoor track near our apartment. Most days I have a tired low but this day my low was seriously low. Speed work was 96th on my wish list, right next to vomiting. And it showed, as I realized upon arrival I did not even BRING my running shoes.

Subconscious 1 / Determination 0.

I ended up warming up in my toe socks while Tim retrieved the shoes (I mean I do wear "barefoot shoes" the gateway drug to running in socks). I'm used to stares over toe shoes but my tired heart was not looking forward to she-doesn't-even-have-toe-shoes stares.

And just as expected, I passed a mother and child on the track and the mom says loudly, "look honey, that lady has those toe shoes." I could only speed away and dread passing them a few more times before my shoes would arrive. By lap three I'm sure she thought I was less cool and more insane (if she hadn't figured out her folly by the end of her sentence).

So the moral of the day is:
Don't judge a crazy lady running in her socks. She may just be really, really tired. Give her chocolate.