By Heather O.
I think our blog is possessed. Sorry about that–I have no idea what’s going on. A virus, a screwy code, an advance hacker who likes to mess up mommy blogs? Regardless, we’ve got our best guys on it, and when I say “our best guys”, I really mean The Wiz’s husband, and when I say “on it”, I really mean that I’ll give them a call today when they get home from church.
In other non-blog related news, I ran a half marathon yesterday, and did it 15 minutes faster than I did it last year. I swore I’d never do another one after last year–after all, I had something to prove last year, and I proved it, so why bother putting myself through that again? But I got dragged into it by my running friends and my husband, then I had to go and do it faster, which made my husband put evil thoughts in my head about what would happen if I trained again and did another one even faster, and then I thought of all of the races that I could do to make me go EVEN FASTER, and I realized that this is how people end up running marathons thinking, “How the HELL did I get here?”
So please, if I make babbling noises one day about a marathon, bonk me on the head with a packet of energy gel and say, “These are DISGUSTING, remember?” and hopefully the gag reflex will kick in long enough to remind me how much I hate those things, and how many I’d have to ingest if I was insane enough to run 26.2 miles.
In other non-blog, non-running related news, Little Sister cut her bangs today. Herself. Just in time for Christmas card family pictures. Lovely.
Also, in my overall hair inspecting frenzy, I realized that J is sporting some funky hair-do as well, possibly compliments of SuperCuts, where his dad took him this weekend. I say “possibly” because despite J’s claims he didn’t cut it himself, and that no, he did NOT let Little Sister NEAR his hair, I’m still not fully convinced Little Sister didn’t take a pair of scissors to his head in his sleep.
Okay, I think that’s all. I do hope you’ll be able to make comments on this post, because despite any grumpiness I may show towards anybody, I really do like comments, and this post is the perfect conduit for any fun stories about when your kids have cut their own hair, and how much dorkier your kids looked than my kid, which will make me feel better about my neglectful parenting that allowed this to happen in the first place (yes, I was ignoring my child when she did this. Specifically, I was ignoring her by sleeping in this morning, and not getting up with her when she got up, which was before I was willing to get up but after DH had already left for Sunday meetings. Please see above about RUNNING A HALF MARATHON YESTERDAY before you ask silly questions about why I didn’t get out of bed.)
Maybe we’ll just send premade cards this year, no picture required.
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