Very amusing.

This weekend I was gone. It was Mark and the two boys - all by themselves. Upon being reunited with my children, I asked them if they did anything fun while I was gone.

Their answer:

"We came and got Mommy."

Awesome.

Braxton has an imaginary friend now.

His name is Jordan.

He lives in "Other Virginia".

He doesn't like the mean ants.

He seems to be somewhat of a trouble maker. Last night he told the B-rox that he doesn't have to eat his kale or spaghetti. I begged to effin' differ.

Jordan is five, so he stays at school all day. Which, to Braxton, is the epitome of cool. (Jordan does not actually exist. I checked.)

This is going to be interesting.

Simon Pegg? Nah, He's Cuter.

Fair warning: This post is long. Just like the race was. At least you're sitting in your chair.
(Ok, technically, I am too now...) That's ME! 8,000 People in the Half, 4,000 people in the full and 24,000 in the 8k. Hot damn that's a lot of people.

Posing in front of the line of 42 elite seats. (There were four other lines at the start and finish and all along the race) Wisely, we visted these pre-race. Well, I actually visited several times. Nervous bladder? Nope, they were warm and not at all windy. They were a refuge. Not sure when I'll ever say that again... Or when I'll ever be jealous of people wearing trash bags. But that morning, I was.

We are Spartan! Or Stupid. But muscle pics at the starting line are a must.

About ten minutes pre-race I stopped and asked myself "What in the hell was I thinking?".

Then we were off.

While we were gone, our PAO Andy Mew, took some awesome pics of the sunrise. And ate Latkes.

We ate Gu. Pretty sure he had the better end of the deal there.

Don't you wish you could be there right then?

2.5 hours later...

Mr. Wookie crossed the finish line. 2:15

Then I crossed the finish line. 2:28. It was about this point when I realized I wasn't quite tired enough, and could have run it again. "Damn. This means I have to run a full." So, I'm adding a full, and another half to my schedule for the year. For the next half I'm going to shave my time down and try to get 2hrs flat. I think it's doable. I ran pretty conservatively and think if I put a little more into it I can get there. Or I'm dreaming. Either way, September 5, 2010; we'll know.

Then Mrs. Wookie Crossed the finish line. 2:33.

Yeah, We're badass.

Squatting. Because it felt good.

Beer. Because it felt better than squatting. And was free. Oh, and don't worry - you're not seeing things. Mr. and Mrs. Wookie aren't giants, I'm just standing in a hole. (ok, not really. I'm fantastically short)

Ahhh. "Rehydration".

We plopped ourselves down in the sand and didn't move for a few hours. Sitting on the beach, after finishing the race, and soaking up the sun had to be one of the best moments ever. I'm not sure I'll ever forget it.

Thanks Bob and Big One for joining this insane adventure. Thanks Mew for being sherpa, support and PAO. You were invaluble.

Survival of the fittest.

Just a quick pop in to notify you that I survived.

It was amazing. Stories, and pictures as soon as I return to the District. For now, I'm off.

It's here...!

It's race weekend. I'm stoked.

Bestest apparently intends to take her camera. Video, and pictures to come.

Wish me luck.

Prayers.

These are the prayers I've uttered throughout the week.
Especially today.

*Please let me not dissappoint bestest with a crappy run.

*Please don't let me forget one of these three children in Target.

*Please help me to remember where I left my sanity.

*Please help hubband choose his family over work, for once.

*Please don't let me die at mile 12.9

*Thank you for this beautiful weather.

*Help me gain the patience to help Braxton learn how to use his indoor voice.

*Help me stay patient with Kieran even when he won't stop whining.

*Please let the powers that be know, Daylight savings time sucks.

*Please be with friend, and make her pregnancy a truly viable one.

*Help us to smash Pulte Homes in the face for trying to screw us over.

*Thank you for this beautiful weather.

*Lead me to a gorgeous pair of zebra-striped-wedge peep-toes, that don't cost over 50 bux.

*Thank you for this beautiful weather.

*Thanks for some truly awesome friends, and family.

Amen.

Paparazzi Soon to Follow...

My kid may or may not be famous.

albert michael/startraks

Uhm, is it just me or is Liam McDermott B-rox's doppleganger?

Some Friday Phone Fun.

Some random awesomeness brought to you via Macintosh. The phone. Because until I sell a few eggs, I'm not getting a real Mac. First off, please don't judge me for the floors you see in this picture. They're awful. This was during re-fixing my house, (which is NOT done) and I wasn't too keen on scrubbing them until it was done.

Secondly, those white things on the bear's back? They're hunks of cheese. No, seriously. Hunks. Of. Cheese. He stole a block off the counter, and whittled it down to those hunks. Which apparently went for a ride. On a bear, on my construction dusted floor. And then they got eaten.
What's a little limestone in the system going to hurt?

My son is very fashion forward. Handy Manny Jammies, soccer shorts "Which are green, mom, so they totally match and stuff". Yes, it does scare me that he already talks like a teenager. What really pulls the outfict together are the UGG boots and the Pluto hat. Season 407 of "Project Runway" here he comes. Maybe someday I'll have someone who can fix my computer. Because right now I'm in a struggle with hubband to let me take ours to Geek Squad. He can't fix it. Apparently that means if another man does, his "pride cape" will be punctured. Again. Silly boys.
This picture gives me hope for the future of my electronics.
Now, if only I could get someone to hang my tv...

This, is completely unsolicited advice. From myself.

It's annoying.