I did it. I signed up for my first 5k. I’m going to do Color Me Rad. It is February 2, 2013 at Whataburger Field in Corpus Christi, Tx.
I am not a runner, so I started Couch to 5K. I just finished Week 1, Day 2 (I did Day 1 on Saturday). I’m hoping that by the time Color Me Rad gets here, I’ll be ready.
Would you like to participate with me and my friends? The early registration starts at $30 and goes through this Friday. After that it goes up $5 every few weeks until it gets to $50, so you should register early, plus that means you are committed. You wouldn’t want to pay money and then not follow through, would you?
Follow this link to register and join my team: Sassy Sisters.
I think this is going to be a ton of fun and a way to get active, but not have to worry about being a runner.
Come on. You know you want to do it. Sign up!
This morning at church, H went to the front for children’s time like she does every Sunday. This Sunday the children gathered and Pastor Jim handed all of them a $5 bill. He talked about the woman who gave all she had.
Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the thers. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything-all she had to live on.” Mark 12:43-44
Pastor Jim than took the blessing box and told the children that they could either keep the money or say something they were thankful for and give the money as a blessing. Children said they were thankful for their families and went down the line. H chose the keep the money. To say I was shocked and almost a little embarrassed would be an understatement. I thought I had raised her better than that, but it was her choice, so I didn’t say anything.
Fast forward a couple hours and we head to the grocery store. There is a lady outside the door collecting money for children with cancer. We walked past and told them, “not today” like we normally do. We grabbed a quick bite to eat at McDonalds and then I went to get a cart. H went outside and gave her $5 to the lady. I guess she is a pretty good kid. She told me that she was going to keep the money to buy me a Christmas present, but I told her that the money would be better with the children.
I guess H felt that something (or someone) else was bigger than the blessing box at church and needed her money. I’m proud of her.
And here’s a picture of the roses outside my front door. Too bad we are going to have a cold front tonight.
I know that as a coaching family we have been very blessed and even lucky to have been in the same school district since Jason graduated from college. We have been Coyotes for 10 seasons. These boys are our family and they are H’s older brothers. We share their joys and their sadness.
Jason started teaching in Alice in 2003. H was only 2. The coaches that have remained on staff have watched her grow up and the others that have moved on, we’ve kept up with through Facebook and Christmas cards. Every year our number of Christmas cards increases to keep up with coaches that have moved on to other schools.
Coaches and their wives create a family with other coaching families because there aren’t too many others that understand our lives. Our husbands work 6-7 days a week and spend time with other people’s kids and barely have time for their own children. They are subject to comments from the “bleacher coaches” who think they know more than the coaches on the field or in the pressbox. If they have a losing season, they have to worry whether or not they will still have a job for the next season.
One wife that I follow, her husband was fired on Monday. Now she’s pregnant and packing up her house wondering where there will go. Even though there is nothing I can do for her situation, I can provide moral support and pass along job openings that I know of. Hopefully, our community of wives will help them find something quickly.
I’m thankful every day for the community of wives that I have had the pleasure of getting to know. At least there’s always someone to commiserate with.
Stealing from the NaBloPoMo prompts:
talk about the last compliment you received.
We have a sales guy that comes in a few times a week and he always has a kind word for the ladies in the office. He is in his late 50s/early 60s. He always tells me I’m beautiful and I just smile. He tells me that I should already know that and reaffirm it every time I look in the mirror. I’ve never been good at accepting compliments, but I can admit that it’s a nice boost to the ego.
The election is over. Whether or not your candidate won, it’s time to move on and work at putting our country back together.
I’m glad that I have friends on both sides of this issue, but I’m tired of the hateful posts that are going back and forth on Facebook. It’s enough to make anyone want to step back from Facebook.
I hope that our country can overcome some of its differences and work together.
I know everyone on Facebook has been posting what they are thankful for everyday. I haven’t jumped on the bandwagon, but I figure I’ll post a few things I’m thankful for today.
I’m thankful for my loving husband who has stood by my side during the past two years dealing with cancer and doctors and surgeries and my whining. I’m sure I haven’t been easy to put up with especially since starting menopause this past summer. As far as I know he has never complained, which I’m very grateful for.
I’m thankful for my beautiful daughter who is wise beyond her years. We have tried to keep her in the loop with surgeries and treatment because I felt so left out when my mom was diagnosed. I think my family was trying to protect me, but in the end I feel that it hurt more because I didn’t know what was going on or how serious it was until she died. I never wanted H to feel left out or unsure of what was going on.
I’m thankful that I have a job that was very understanding. They worked with me through everything and have been very supportive. I would not have made it through all of this without them.
I’m thankful that I have the ability to vote and make my voice heard. This year I became more active with the American Cancer Society and the Cancer Action Network to make sure our lawmakers know that we need more funding for cancer research. Hopefully, in 7 years when H turns 18 and has to be tested for the BRCA gene, there will be more options.
I’m thankful for family and friends who prayed for me.
This past two years have been trying, but I’m thankful that they are now behind me. 1 biopsy, 1 cancer diagnosis, 4 surgeries and countless doctor visits.
Tonight was an easy dinner: chili dogs and/or frito pie. The boys were early, so I was hurrying to get everything done quickly. We only had 9 show up today, but it’s enough to get loud in the house. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Some of the boys brought H their trading cards and she was excited.
Next week we are going to BBQ on Sunday. I bet we have more than 9 once word gets out.
This football season has become the season of baking. The boys come over for dinner on Monday night, so Sunday I spend making desserts for them. Today was 6 mini loaves of pumpkin bread and 1 pan of brownies. I was also going to make pumpkin pie, but I bought the wrong crust, so it will have to wait for next weekend.
Most of my Saturdays are spent following this girl around soccer fields. It’s a good thing I love her. 🙂