AH! What a great start!

Stories like this make me wanna cry a little bit :)
http://news.yahoo.com/turkish-quake-survivors-camp-plead-tents-000727342.html

Of all the things I've lost...

I miss my mind the most.  You know that saying, right?  I'm thinking I may qualify for it now haha
A couple weeks ago, my friend, Rachael, ran in a marathon.  She's been training really hard and has never done this before.  Some friends and I drove down to see her finish and it was pretty cool.  I was so proud of her!  Running has never been my thing. 
On the drive home, Maryanne and Sunshine get this idea in their heads that it would be so great for the two of them to run.  Sun's been a runner her entire life and Mars has dabbled in it here and there.  Lou and I explained that the only time we run was to shoe sales and if our homes were on fire.  The conversation moved along.
A week or so goes by... Mars and Sun are still having their conversation about running something and Mars found a 1/2 marathon in May.  Go team!  They decide to start training Nov 1.  Next thing I know, I receive a phone call from Sun with a "proposition" to join them in said 1/2 marathon.  Did you miss my part in the conversation?  Shoe sales and fires?  Sun can be very convincing when she wants to be.  I said I'd think about it (haha) and get back to her.
Here's where I start to lose my mind.  I get it in my head that with all the other working out I've been doing, plus 7 months to train, I could do it, right?  I mean, I trust Sunshine and Maryanne not to leave me in the dust and crying from pain on the side of the road after 1/2 mile into it. 
And then the clincher came.  I was getting ready for work yesterday when I heard a news story about a man who is trying to set a world record this weekend in a marathon.  He's over 100!  He didn't start running until age 89.  There's the exact moment my brain and logic left me.  I thought "Wow- if he can do it at 89, my middle aged body can certainly pick it up!"  So I promptly emailed Sunny and Mars and told them the news:
We're running a 1/2 marathon together in May!

It always tastes better at Grandma's

When I was little and would sleep over at my Grandma's house, most of the time we'd have Grape-Nuts for breakfast.  Weird little crunchy things that provided things like grains and vitamins and minerals.  Who was I to know it was healthy?  I just knew it was something I ate at Grandma's and loved.  Eating those things at home?!  Don't speak of it.  Grape-Nuts were reserved for Grandma's house. 

At my other Grandma's house, she could get me to eat eggs.  I despise eggs.  The smell, the texture, the sight of them makes me heave.  However, my Grandma has a way of scrambling an egg and adding just the right amount of salt, water, cheese and butter to make it scrambled perfection.  To this day, she still makes me scrambled eggs and they are the only ones I can handle.

As I sat eating my bowl of Grape-Nuts this morning, I just giggled.  What a weird thing.

Welcome to October

What would I need these for at 4:30 a.m.?

To take down THIS!

Umm yes........ imagine my surprise when I walked out of the house into my garage to find a spider the size of a silver dollar just hanging out on the wall?  It took the continuous spray of Raid and the direct shots of oven cleaner to take it down 5 minutes later.  I'm NOT exaggerating.  The black body you can see in the foam.  The legs are stretched out in front of it.  And just when I thought it was dead, it found some fight left in it and tried to drunk scurry around until it collapsed.  I'm sure it was a painful death and for that I'm VERY VERY sorry.  I thought of using a shovel but it would have been too loud.  I thought about squishing it but really- TOO LARGE and I would have felt it through my shoe.  So I'm sorry, Charlotte, you got oven spray and Raid.