FifTeEn MiLeS

Yes. 15 miles. I made it. I crazy. Who would EVER run 15 miles?

4 years ago when I ran the St. George Marathon I vowed that I would never do it again.... and here I am 4 years later. Eating. My. Words.

Sedona Marathon.... here I come!

Laughing at yourself

The last few days have been VERY looooonnnnnnnggggg. I will go into detail more about that later, but it consisted of very late nights, no early morning runs, scrapbooking, funeral planning, baby showers, bridal showers, and Christmas parties......

That being said, I was at the grocery store shopping for the said Christmas party and as I was paying, I ran my card through the credit card machine. I punched in my zip code and started to follow the directions.

I wanted cash back and the amounts shown were not what I wanted. So I selected "other."

This led me to the next screen where the options "$20" "$40" "$60" and "Oth" were shown. I looked up at the cashier and said (and I quote) "That is really funny twenty, fourty, sixty, and Zeroth. Huh."

He looked at me and using his serious-try-not-to-laugh-at-the-stupid-blonde-frumpy-mom-who-looked-like-she-had-been-through-a-car-wash face and said,

"Actually I think that means 'other'."

Oh dear. Time to go home, crawl into a nice warm bed, and go to sleep!!!!!!!!!!!

I seriously about peed my pants I was laughing so hard! Good thing I haven't had 5 C SECTIONS or I might have.

Good night!

Bubbles Always Pop

After a particularly hard day I was talking to a friend via text. I told her that I would like to just go back into my little bubble where nothing bad happened to anybody and everything seemed perfect. her comment to me was:

"Bubbles always pop."

Interesting choice of words. Got me to thinking. She is right. Bubbles do always pop. And so do balloons. If they get too big or too small or too hot or too cold or touched by an object too sharp. They always pop. There is no such thing as a non popping bubble :) Are you following me? or you totally lost?

Point is, there is no such thing as a little bubble to live in. It just isn't possible. We all experience trials that "pop" our bubble or stretch us or force us to learn and grow. It is what we call life. It is how we become better people.

We may not enjoy the popping or the stretching or the trial, but inevitable it will come. We will have to endure trials we don't want to. We will have to endure unpleasant experiences. For without them, how could we appreciate the opposite? The joy, the love, the good. We wouldn't know the bitter from the sweet if sometimes we didn't taste the bitter or the sweet.

The past few days have been filled with tragedy for many families. There are so many people so close to me enduring the most excruciatingly hard trials. And yet, they persevere. They carry on. Because if we fall apart every time life gets hard, well we would always be falling apart. And where is the fun in that?

Too bad the bubbles that pop are sometimes bitter and NOT full of chocolate. Would make the hard ones easier to swallow.