Near disaster!
Here’s a little story for ya… Yesterday, I stayed home with Zevan in the morning, so I wasn’t able to go for a run until Vikki was here. And I procrastinated, and didn’t go for a run until 1:30 PM. I figured I would run for 1 1/2 hours and come back home. So, I finish my run (7.75 miles) and get to the car.

I check my pockets and… no key! Well, technically, it was the remote lock thingie. Okay, so it’s 3 PM and I’m freezing with no cell phone and no key. I nearly cry at the thought of it. I run for a mile back up the trail, asking everyone if they’ve seen my key. A cyclist tells me that he saw nothing on the trail, and he came on the trail at Fillmore. Crap.
That’s 2 more miles up the trail. And if I find my key, I have to come all the way back. Did I mention that its freezing by now?!
I nearly cry again, and run a little farther. I see Penrose Hospital nearby. My mom is working! She can help me. So, I run to the hospital. There is a courtesy phone in the lobby, but I don’t know her work number or floor and the information desk clerk is SO unhelpful. So, I call Vikki and tell her I’m going to be late. Then I call my dad. My dad picks me up. And we decide to try to find the key. So, I ask him to drive me to Gossage Park, which is where I turned around. Less than 1/2 mile from my turnaround point, I find it. A little black rectangle in the middle of a black asphalt trail. Can you imagine? So, my dad drives me back to the Monument Valley parking lot to get my van so I can go home.

I really need to buy a zippered pouch to wear while running. So I can bring my keys AND my phone.
I actually had every intention of getting one today along with a new pair of running shoes. But I didn’t get my coupon in time to go before the boys got home. So… tomorrow!




for ‘remove permanent marker white board’ and found the answer! If you trace over the permanent marker with a dry erase marker, it comes off with the dry erase!



















Usually once you buy a new something, you find the old something.


And the boys sometimes nap afterwards. Mostly Zevan. And sometimes me.


. You’d definitely get a raised eyebrow from me if you tried to give my kid one. I’d tell the boys, “This is bad guy Jesus. The *real* Jesus loves unconditionally.”
The funny thing is, this is something MY parents would buy my kids.
Mostly from the aches and pains from yesterday’s race.
, but had to restrain myself since we were at the grandparents. A big, ” DOGGONE IT ZANDER! GO UPSTAIRS RIGHT NOW. You are not supposed to throw your toys ever.” If we were home, that would have come out much differently, I think.



Forgot iPod transmitter. Again.