13.1? Did I hear you right?

As I start to run I feel good. Somewhat calm and at peace with the decision I have made to run this race. Not just any race might I add, but a half marathon.

Now for those of you runners out there your thinking : Why even blog about this. I am a 26.2 world champ. Maybe (Megan you fit in this category) even having run the marathon 3, 6, or 12 times. But for those of you who don't run or like I, just started running and the most you have ever run was 8 miles 2 weeks ago, this is like a really big freaking deal. 13.1 miles ain't for the weak at heart.
No, on no it's for those who are ready for a challenge. Not just of the mind, but of the BODY. You start out feeling good. Maybe even really good, but then on about mile 6 you start saying to yourself "Man, a 10k(6 miles) is sounding real good about now".

At about mile 8-9 your calf muscles begin to get weak and the seem to lose blood circulation. What was once squishy, soft muscle has now turned to what I like to call... STONE. Very heavy stone which makes you have to physically check out so that you can continue to focus on the matter at hand- finishing the race.

Most of the experts say that you begin to get a runners high that takes over and just gives you this un-imaginable power that helps you to proceed. Hmm... I must have missed the mile that we picked that up cause I never got that. I kept hoping that somewhere along the next turn I would get a ride on that train that should have been coming through, but nopes I missed right out.

As I approached mile 11.5 I started feeling the rumblies in my tummies and I seriously thought (even for a second) about jumping into the lava rock and becoming one with nature. It's hard to imagine I know, but when your running that long something happens to the insides of you. (no worries, I was able to contain myself)

The #12 never looked so sweet on the tiny orange cone I had been looking forward to seeing all along the way that would let me know each time just how much longer I would endure the thrill of this self induced joy ride! "A mile and a half" were the words they were yelling and suddenly I felt the goodness from within that I had been hoping to have at mile 3, suddenly kick in.

I started running faster(not much because at this point there was some definite numbness in the balls of my feet, besides a tingle and frozen shoulder in the right upper trap) and I could totally see Snow Canyon High where we were to end this amazing journey.

I rounded the corner and ran past all the people and I even vaguely remember a few watery tears drifting from my eyes as I realized that grass and a toilet were there with my name BOLDLEY written across them.

It was totally awesome! Hauling as much butt as I had left to haul on that track to cross the finish line. Feeling all the while like I can't believe I just put myself through this, but knowing all the more that I am doing it again baby! Oh yes, you heard me right. You start to become kinda excited by the thought of doing better next time. Running faster, being stronger and pushing yourself harder then you ever thought possible.

Some may call me crazy, I call me crazy to but watch out cause here I come!

The best part of running begins the night before with this delicious feast of carbs and sugar. Those of you who know me know exactly how much I enjoyed EVERY LAST BITE!! Oh, was it pure heavenly bliss!
Wo, Is that a 4:52? No, the 1 was broken so the used the 4. 1:53 baby. Can you see me? Ya, I'm the one with the pink bandana ready to collapse. I'm glad you couldn't see my face from the front. Not a pretty sight
Me, Sara, and Angie. 3 runnin babes!

Burgers anyone?

What do you do when your sweet dear hubby says he is going to be the Burger King king for Halloween? You buck up and be his queen! NOT

Even better you become his em-ploy-ee! Yee doggies

(please don't let those tights scare ya, very very CrEePy). Instead of makin burgers, we just made us a 'lil frankie

As the night continued we did some trick-or-treatin and had a fun block party with all the neighbs in the Highlands. There was a cake walk and cat walk with prizes for best costumes, tonz of yummy chili and breadsticks and lots of FuN! We had a blast

Halloween has always been a little more special to us because it is Gramps B-day! He is a sweet 'ol cowboy born and raised up in Texas. We love you Gramps and hope yer day was great!

SGPTF

Single-Green- Potty Training-Frog who keeps his undies dRy cause he is a "BIG Boy", does pee-pee and poops(aka-snakes) in the toilet, and gets a delicious treat after he uses the toilet!!!

Yes, you heard it right peeps, I responded to this ad and now I've got me a handsome little 3 year old who is P to the otty Trained!

I started out thinking that because Dylan was 2 1/2 years old we were throwin those diapers away and waking up to have a huge potty party! Um... ya, I was totally WrOnG. Who knew the parents don't make all the big decisions?

Justin read an article in his Men's Health magazine(not just ripped up hotties on the cover) about a dad who woke his son up one morning with a boy doll who was wearing underwear and who needed to use the potty. He would give his son a treat everytime he used the bathroom or attempted to and also gave his son the babies treat after the baby sat on the toilet. The dad also put some tootsie rolls in the undies of the baby to represent an "accident" and wet his undies once or twice and let the little boy feel it. He still gave the baby a treat even though he had an accident and just kept talking to the little boy about keeping his undies dry.

Holy cow, it totally worked. Dylan just jumped right to the big toilet and although we have had a few accidents it isn't even worth mentioning compared to the success! Justin started it out on Sat. and Sun. and I took over during the week. We have been going strong for 3 weeks now!!!

Maybe it has something to due with the fact that Justin isn't as highly stressed out like me and he wasn't curled up on the bedroom floor after day 3 of Dylan not wanting to be potty trained(true story of me the first time around with real bawling tears and everything. I'm such a FREAK!), or the pure fact that Dylan was ready to wear his big boy undies? Hmm... who would have thunk that a single, green potty training frog could have made all the difference?

Don't you just love the way life works it self out?

Once again, it's about me!

So here is my two tags in one: 25 things about me and crazy 8's. Don't you worry, I will keep it short,sweet and to the point.

8 favorite shows: Seriously I really only have two, The Office and One Tree Hill

8 things I did yesterday: went to the gym, went to mom and me aerobics, went to embrodery plus to make my Halloween costume, went to Halloween Alley at the Tonaquint Nature Center, went to Golden Spoon for a treat after, helped Sarah finish some baby shower decorations, called my clients to schedule appts. for the week. Wow, I'm incrediably interesting

8 favorite places to eat: Samauri 21, Pachangas, Cafe Rio, Don Pedros, My moms, Milts in Cedar, Pasta/Pizza Factory, Egg n I

25 Things about me:
* I LOVE LOVE LOVE Mustard on almost everything.
*I sleep with a night light or the bathroom light on. I totally get night anxiety and I know I'm a freak
* I do not enjoy the snow
* I totally love sweets and I have to work really hard to not eat them
*I don't like chocolate. I will eat brownies and those homemade oreos, but thats 'bout it
*I am not LDS even though I have lived in Utah since I was 3
*I was raised up in good 'ol Fillmore Utah. Yes peeps, there really is a town there!
*I have one very dumb tattoo on my ankle
*I have a huge issue with people wearing shoes in my house. I still love you but you gotsta take yer shoes off
*I can help people grow taller
*I am the oldest of all the grandchildren on both sides. I guess that's why I'm everyone's favorite!!
*I started running this year
*I have been married before
*I bought my first house at 22 when I was single and shopping for someone to love! Guess I found him in the exact same complex!
*My first grade teacher was my favorite and most meaningful to me
*I write poems sometimes
*I do not enjoy shopping in crowded places
*I won a car
*I'm totally high strung and I stress out way to much
*I like red wine
*I love morning coffee
*My friends would say I am the most outspoken and daring
*I was a bagger at Albertsons for a very very short time:(
*I hate my smile and I once asked the dentist if he could fix it for me. He said yes but I would have to have my jaw broken and reconstructed. I decided maybe I would just show these gums for life
*I have worn glasses since the third grade

Well everyone, there you have it. A few more exciting tidbits about my life. Enjoy!

Like Mother, Like Son

So, today Dylan decided he needed to get started plucking his eyebrows.
What can I say... He learns from the best! (I have to pluck EVERY SINGLE DAY)

I got this email and thought it was so profound and so deep to the soul. I thought I would share it with you:
"Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you; Jesus Christ and the American solider. One died for your soul; the other for your freedom."

TaG... NoW U R It!

So the rules of the game r to pick the 4th file in your pHoToS and then the 4th pIcTuRe in that file and then talk 'bout it.

So... here goes little phillies.

This is one of the centerpieces from our wedding last September. Yes, it was the September day that it basically flooded the town and rained non-stop and I called every place in town looking for canopy's and then I bought one from Lowe's and borrowed one from Heideman Mortuary and the fellas in town for the wedding(including my hubby) ran out to Ivin's to stand in the remaining drizzles and put those baby's up over the cake and the chairs. Without further complications after the wedding planner moved all the furniture in the house cuz she thought we would move the weddn' inside, she put all the furniture back and pulled all the plastic off the tables and pictures and the amazing talent Lindsay of Orhids and Co. delivered all the final touches and our day was perfect. Just a little bit of red dirt left over on the dress from the moist (and I do mean moist) ground.

Well, I feel really bad that it wasn't a pic of my handsome little phillie Dyl or my lucious husband, but I hardly ever file stuff and this really was my 4th file and 4th photo! Aren't those flowers pretty though? Pictures just don't do it justice!

Tag, u r it: Keely,Camille,Holli,Kayln,Kelly

Also, a shout out to my mother-in-law Nana Julie! Today is her B-day and Dyl misses her very much. He always cries when she is leaving and then the next day asks if he can go in her white car (after she has left to SLC). I am grateful to have a loving, kind and very understanding mother in law. She is devoted to her family and loves every minute with her grandchildren. We love you Nana!