100+ Scorpions!!!

Well, without pomp and circumstance I will tell my faithful readers that we have survived 100+ scorpions. My good friend Tere is in town from PA and asked to scorpion hunt. She was braver than most and despite finding about 18 within the first 5 minutes, she stuck in there til the end. As did the ever-brave Natals whose black flipflop has sent many a scorpion to scorpion heaven...if there is such a thing.

In other news. This week was a crazy, busy, painful, interesting, yucky, confusing, exciting, and devastating week. I am happy to know this week is not ever happening again. Beyond happy. Estatic I dare say. Goodbye June 16-21, 2008. I will miss you ZERO.

The end.

Mexico-Part II: Massive Papercut

Don't let this man's rugged good looks fool you, he's a man and yet he's a mouse. While our trip to Mexico went without incident for the first 4.5 hours, it was in the hotel lobby that trouble reared its ugly head. In the form of a papercut. A massive papercut. Mom was checking us in, Lindsay had some paper that Rand BADLY needed to see (a map, a list of the amenities? Not sure what)...Lindsay's cat-like (Rufio or Maxx?) reflexes kicked in and in the shuffle, Rand came out the bleeding loser. Literally. As he said "Shut up! I just got a MASSIVE papercut!" I knew that statement alone would pretty much assure that he would be the most teased Blair for the duration of the trip. I do feel bad that he got cut...pretty deep and right under his fingernail. However, I think we all would agree that MASSIVE was just a titch strong of a word for the injury. We were all careful to use the word as often as possible throughout the week.

I'm having blogging ADHD. Mexico posting will be completed...later.

Mexico: Part I

Welp, I've been feeling guilty about not posting about Mexico yet. I'm tired and need to get to bed this very minute. So...Part I...Mexico is beautiful. Here is photo evidence:

Next, although yoga/tae kwon doe/crazy body movements may be relaxing, energizing and/or healthy for mind and soul...you need to know that what you do on the beach doesn't always stay on the beach. I don't know this man, but Lindsay and I felt...inspired by him. If you listen closely you can hear us laughing a little. Sometimes admiration comes out in the form of laughter. Or something. Wanted to share with you all. Just an added bonus for you all, my dear friends...

Better Every Year

As this first photo depicts, I may be 30 but I am obviously no worse for the wear...obviously.

I am 30. What does that mean? Well, I'm in a new age bracket for running...that is something. I figure if I keep this running thing up I'll be placing in my age group by about...55. So stick with me on this folks...

My birthday weekend was amazing...full of friends, my AZ families, ice cream, swimming, pure cane soda with twist off lids, fun presents, texts and phone calls.

Sunday was the real day...I was 100% narcoleptic in church and everyone was exceptionally gentle about this. Party that night with friends/AZ family that obviously included the eating of at least one scorpion and also some cake and ice cream. Natals EXCEEDED all expectations when she appeared with her balloon arch extraordinare (see photo). Also in this photo is Amsers, my SDOA (Slide Divers of America) teammate.

I missed all my family and friends in Utah and wished I could have had everyone all together but I am so grateful for what I do have here. I am loved and lucky and very happy.

Including a few photos...just for fun. Thanks to everyone for the fun...calls, texts, presents, coming to the party/ies and really just for being such amazing people. Love you all.

Better than Cake?

Today I turned 30. While many things happened, this video depicts what I feel most people will remember as the "take home message" of the birthday party. There were many delicious food choices available tonight (cake, ice cream, fruit, vegetables, etc). But for Mark, husband of my darling friend Cami...those simply would not do and he chose to impress the guests by eating a live scorpion. I had a feeling that things would take a dangerous turn when the men and boys asked to borrow the black light...so yeah. I pretty much lost all control of my own party but will go down for having maybe one of the coolest birthdays in history. Thanks Mark!

I had a great birthday weekend...more photos and stories to come.

To My Kool-Aid Mom

This is my cute mom. And this is a darling picture of her...on one of her recent trips...in tulip country...in Montana, Canada, or Oregon....where were you Mom and why do I keep forgetting? Well, no matter. It's darling and I have it on my desktop and I love it. It makes me miss home and Sunday nights with grilled cheese and a movie. I'm excited to see you in Mexico in just two weeks.

As Mother's Day is here I'm using blog time to tell you all that I love my mom. She is darling and thoughtful and thinks of the cutest, kindest things to do...from green pancakes for every St. Patrick's Day to red heart Valentine's pj pants on my mission (those were just barely retired Mom) and everything in between.

A few things you might need to know about her...
1-She has a darling dimple on her cheek below her right eye. My niece Ashley has inherited it also and I love it on both of them.
2-She is what you might call a "city girl" but has been known to use the term "muscle it" whenever she's been faced with physical feats...such as driving a 4-wheeler or pretty much anything that involves being out-of-doors with my father.
3-We had a lot of fun but don't think it was all fun and games, I suffered through miserable years of having to re-do jobs such as the bathroom or cleaning out the junk that took turns living in my closet or under my bed... don't worry, I am DANG good at getting even the little knobbies at the back of the toilet...and I know how to make the bathroom sparkle. I'll freely admit my bathroom is not always as clean as hers are...but I know how and take pride in my abilities. For that I'm grateful.
4-She loves surprises. She probably gets less sleep than most small children on Christmas Eve.
5-She is loved by lots of people...including me.

Happy Mother's day to you mom...also to the many people in my life whose mothering affects my life as well as the lives of many others. I love you all...

American River Parkway Half Marathon

13.1 miles is far. I already knew this but yesterday I knew for sure. It was a great day. The weather was perfect, the course was through beautiful green trees. (I got teased for saying that Sacramento was full of "Big tall short little bushy trees" and while my words were scrambled...I was merely saying that they are so different than palms and I appreciated them). I especially enjoyed the banjo band around mile 4 and the curious band of senior citizens dressed in green and white who were assembled to play for us as we passed mile 8. I wanted to slow down long enough to talk to leader of their shindig. They were darling.

While the day was almost perfect, there was a glitch, which in this case means a big problem. We discovered about 2 minutes before the race started that running was prohibited. Yeah, so I registered for the walkers half thinking I'd run part and walk part...but apparently that was foolish thinking. Walkers are serious about walking and discriminate against those who run. Lis (who was registered to run but decided to come with me after having knee trouble and warnings from the physical therapist) and I figured we'd get a few miles in and run anyway. Yeah, that didn't work so well. I laughed when I heard the ladies behind us scream "WALK LADIES, WALK!!!!" I could hear them even over my music and it was both disturbing and comical. So in all we ran less than one of our 13.1 miles and were both really disappointed. I did over 120 miles of running to train...and didn't plan to be not running at all but whatever. It probably won't be my last half-marathon.

Around mile 10 I started feeling done with the idea of it all and I later warned Lisa that I was tempted to punch the cheery girl at the water station near mile-marker 12 when I heard her high-pitched enthusiastic squeals aimed in my direction. But instead of violence I nicely took the dixie cup o' Gatorade from her little hand and said "Not more excited that I am" when she said "I'm like, so excited that you are almost done!"

We finished in just over three hours which put us 65th out of 394. I'll take it. For the first (and maybe last) time ever, my name was on the FIRST PAGE of race results. Maybe I should ditch running and become a professional walker. I may have some real potential. Never. I'd rather be a slow runner. Forever. I just have to try not to think about the fact that some runners can complete a FULL marathon in the time it took me to do a half. I will get that thought right out. Let's be honest, some Kenyans could complete a marathon in the time it might take me to chug through a 10k. Whatever. They're from Kenya. It's not my fault I'm from Kaysville.

I'm grateful for the experience. It was a nice weekend. I slept every time I sat down (even before the race) and I'm pretty sure Chandra's parents wondered about their daughter's new narcoleptic friend. Not sure why the severe sleepiness but I'm hoping a good 9 hours tonight will get me back on track and ready for the real world ahead. Thanks Lis for loving me even during miles 9-13.1. I'm sure you could have found a nicer exercise buddy for those miles but I'm glad you stuck with me.

It was a good trip and I'm beat. I'm taking a few days off and then will get back to training...my next goal is to complete a 10k race with a decent time.

Photo 1: Hazel, Me, Lisa, Chandra. Hazel and Chandra did the 5k and had a good time. They were nice enough to take us early and wait for us after their race.

Photo 2: My race number and finisher's medal.

Photo 3: Lis post-race chilling (literally, ha!) with frozen hash browns which apparently are just as nice as ice.

Photo 4: Lisa and I. Note the "I love Mom" shirt. Yes, do I own 5 dry-fit shirts? Yeah. Do I use them, Nah. My $1.34 shirt(s) (I have 6) from Old Navy is tried and true. I don't even care about the random people who make smarty pants comments.