§ I stopped at mile 6 on my Sunday long run to take care of a little "business", when I discovered that my shorts were on inside-out: black shorts with white crotch liner.
It reminded me of several similar incidents: the time I wore my skirt backwards, the time I wore two different brands of shoes (and two different colors) at the same time. It made me think of a friend who likes to wear her Zensah tights backwards. Often I am too serious. Things like this are good for me; I need a little reminder now and then to "lighten up" and enjoy life!
§ Friday night (last weekend) I ran my first trail race. Ever.
It helped me to go into it with the mantra: It's a trail race; pace is unimportant.
The mantra was even more helpful after the race. Again…this was the perfect chance to NOT take myself too seriously. And I might have overrun the course. Just a little bit. But it felt good to have bark dust flying in my face for a while and act like someone who really knows how to race on trails.
§ After the race my dad took us out to dinner. His restaurant choice?
, a restaurant with a moving belt of sushi. Sushi Island
Now I LOVE sushi and could easily eat my own weight in rice, raw fish and seaweed, but I had not figured that my kids would do the same. To add to the fun, it became a game of pulling my three year old off the conveyor belt as he tried to snag every interesting new plate that whirred by. I got extra portions when he managed to snag a few plates, took one bite off each, and decided he would rather have edamame.
|Busted: Sushi Snatcher|
§ Shortly after eating 17 plates, my seven year old announced, “They are MEXICANS, Matthew!!!” when a nice couple walked in. (late edit: I need to express that we are in no way racist in our home. I don't judge others by their ethnicity, skin, religious beliefs, income. I am raising my children the same way, but since they hardly ever leave the home- anything different is something worth shouting about. I didn't make a bid deal about this situation, but I did tell my son that you can't shout things like that because unless you ask, you can't be certain of someone's heritage.)
He is completely intrigued with other cultures and also used his opportunity to practice his “Chinese” in the Japanese restaurant. We don’t get out to restaurants very often. It was a nice treat and another great opportunity not to take life too seriously.
Thanks for dinner, Dad. J
|My five year old. Middle son. Lives in an imaginary world and I love him to pieces!|
- I have an 8 gallon crock, and a 3 gallon stainless steel pot filled with vegetables that will soon be pickles. I love salt. Some of these might eventually make it into jars.
- Really REALLY blessed to have moved within about 75 yards of my in laws and my sister in law and her kids. I wasn't sure how this was going to work out, and at times I have to hang a SLEEPING..DO NOT DISTURB sign on my front door, but most of the time I am just DARN glad to have some adult company and SIL pushes me to do strange things, like can apple pie filling (also known as heroine, or crack-in-a-jar).
- My oldest will be performing in a local history play this weekend. He is cast as "Beaver 2".J Not his first choice, but he has his lines memorized and we will all enjoy two nights of his dramatic flair.
- We haven't been to church in over a month :( , but got to celebrate my son's baptism anniversary with the pastor who baptized him last August. I need to commit to helping him grow more spiritually this year.
- Lately I have been drawn to appreciate my kids a lot more. Often I am so task-oriented I see them as obstacles to what I need to get done, when in reality they are MOST important and should be at the top of my list. My husband is good at reminding me of this. I am grateful to have his balance in my life.
- Related to the last one: I am trying to love more...enjoy the moments..not rush off to the dishes and dinner, or whatever else is waiting. I really enjoyed a good snuggle with my littlest this week when he decided to be my "foot warmer" and crawled down in the covers to wrap around my feet. It hits like a ton of bricks sometimes. What am I trying to rush away from?
For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope.