Sunday, May 15, 2011

This Week (minus David Brinkley )

This was a doozy of a week-make that two weeks. The dooziness (maybe I made that up) started as soon as we returned from Nashville. We pulled up to the grocery store to stock up for the week. When we returned to the car, it wouldn't start. Thankfully our neighbor rescued us. While neighbor and the hubby tested the battery, tried to troubleshoot on the internet, and called a witch doctor to see if he had any tricks up his skirt, I attempted not to melt down in complete post half marathon exhaustion. My dear Eleanor (my car) had to be abandoned in the parking lot until she could be towed to get repairs. Fast forward a week and a half. Many frustrated calls to "Bob" at the car place later I was reunited with my beloved Eleanor.

The hubby and I did enjoy carpooling, but it sure was nice to have my car back. Here's a cute note students wrote for me to cheer me up!
They are so sweet. They really are my bright spots. Students never fail to make me laugh, keep me on my toes, and brighten my day!

Changing subjects-one of my sweetest friends got married yesterday! It was one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever been to. I'm super happy for her. The hubby and I got to catch up with some of our other friends from Tuscaloosa which was a treat!

In other great news this week, I am getting an iphone. It should be here tomorrow, and I'm like a kid at Christmas right now! What apps should I get? I can't wait!


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates

Two weekends ago I did something amazing, if I do say so myself.

It all started a couple of months ago when one of my friends and I thought we had some spare time on our hands (we didn't). We have been occasional running buddies for a little while, so we decided to run a half marathon. The Country Music Marathon was planned for April 30, 2011on my friend Emma's 30th birthday. The timing couldn't be better. We set out our (sometimes grueling) training schedule. We ran and we ran and we ran and we ran-then it was time for the big day.
We set out after weeks of training with thousands of other people to complete the goal!
It was amazing! It truly felt like a huge accomplishment. I've been talking about training for a half marathon for about 10 years. Actually finishing was one of the most surreal and exciting moments I've had in a very long time! After the hours of training, healing, and tending MASSIVE blisters, nothing could have made me prouder.

We had a great weekend in Nashville. It was fun to hang out with friends, visit with family, and accomplish an old goal!


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Thanks Mama


Thanks for raising us, hugging us, laughing with us, rescuing us, and loving us unconditionally!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Robert Frost

One of my favorite poems
One of my favorite poets
The inspiration for the title of this blog:

"Mending Wall"

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."