Friday Quote
/Came across this scribbled on a scrap of paper at my desk. I don't know who to attribute the quote to but I like it:
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward achievement.
May you achieve all your goals.
Dena
Came across this scribbled on a scrap of paper at my desk. I don't know who to attribute the quote to but I like it:
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward achievement.
May you achieve all your goals.
Dena
Hey everyone--here's a link to my interview on Pet Life Radio on their "Paranormal Pets" program. I spoke with host Dusty Rainbolt last week about the ghost cat that lives in our house. Laugh if you must, but ghost kitty exists. He/she makes sporadic appearances late at night, curling up at the end of our bed on my feet. You'll be able to learn all about it in the 5-minute interview.
FYI, Dusty's program is entertaining and I encourage you to listen to the entire show but if you're pressed for time and looking for my part, I come in around minute 9.
Here's the MP3 of the interview: Ghost Cat In My Bed.
I don't know if I've mentioned it, but lately I have been eating a LOT. Not necessarily unhealthy food, just extremely large quantities of food are going into my mouth on an hourly basis. Part of it is the running, but I think part is also I've just formed the habit of eating hourly and need to break it.
I was discussing my out-of-control eating with Blair the other night. The discussion was nearing a close as we walked down the stairs when from behind me I heard Blair humming "Bah-boom, bah-boom, bah-boom" as I walked down the stairs.
"Excuse me," I said, stopping mid-tread to turn and stare at him. "But are you actually saying 'Bah-boom, bah-boom, ba-boom' for every step I take?"
"Uh, no!" he said, startled. "I was, uh, saying that about myself. Yes. About me. Needing to lose weight. See?" And he grabbed his belly and started bah-booming again as he walked past me.
Uh-huh. Okay, we've been married almost 14 years and I'm all for being comfortable with one another, but there have got to be limits. And I'm pretty sure calling out earthshaking sounds as your wife walks downstairs in front of you crosses some etiquette line, somewhere.
Is there not some sort of remedial husband course I can send him to for a good polishing?
Sheesh.
Here's a photo of my running group after the Salem Lakes 30K race a few weeks ago. We're missing several people--Louie, Steve, Kenneth, Chris... But don't we look like a happy group? That's because the muscle cramps had yet to set in...
(And yes, Amy, I stole the photo from your Facebook page!)
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