A Certified Runner

Guys!  I did it!  I ran a 5K!  I am very, very excited by this.  Also, it was a way fun 5K--it was the Color Run in Sandy.  And this week I'm running another 5K!  I know--look at me go, right?

I do have pictures of the aftermath of the Color Run.  Now if only I can find my cord so I can upload them...

Goblin Market

One of the only good thing to come out of my poetry class this summer? Finally reading all of Christina Rosetti's poem "Goblin Market." It's one of my new favorite poems. You need to go read it. Right now. It's pretty long, but it is SO worth it.

Pinterest

I saw this on Pinterest today:

 I thought the original picture was funny.  But then I read the comment.

Does anyone else think the fact that Mrs/Ms/Miss Kaziechko didn't protest the picture based on the seemingly impossible amounts of snow piled  to the side of the road but because of which lane the cars were driving in is completely hilarious?

Day 30

My friends, it has taken far more than 30 days, but it's the last challenge post!  Woohoo!

List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.

1. My writing.  One day I will have my own fan base that can't wait until my next book comes out.  It's true.
2. My mad motherhood skills (my kids are going to be awesome and we are going to have so much fun together!)
3. My delicious baking.  
4. Being a hard-worker.  I want people to stop and think, "Man, she got the job done!"
5. My big heart.  I really do love people.
6. My wicked awesome sense of humor.
7. My ability to try anything at least once.
8. My great fashion sense.
9. My fantastic memory.  Seriously, I have the mind of an elephant.  But the body of a gazelle.  Ha ha! See how funny I am?
10. My sweet, loyal, sometimes crazy, but purely awesome personality.

Day 29

What do you think people misunderstand most about you?

I think that most people think I'm really quiet, and maybe a little bit timid.  Nothing could be farther from the truth.  Ask any of my family or my really close friends and they'll tell you that I have no problem being loud and crazy.  Plus, I'm freakin' hilarious, but no one except my family seems to know this so I have to laugh at all my own jokes. So that adds to the overall crazy that I am composed of.  Most of the time, the reason that I'm quiet with a group of people is because I'm a people-observer (again, far less creepy than people-watching).  I find that people are far more interesting than I can ever be, so I tend to stand back and let the entertainment simply happen.  I'll throw in my two cents every now and then, but that's mostly just to keep the show going.

As for being timid...granted, I do care about what people think about me--far more than I should, if I'm to be completely honest.  It usually takes me a long time to work up the courage to actually speak my mind with anyone other than my close friends and family because I'm absolutely terrified that I will be shot done.  But there are lots of times when I can just step right up and say whatever I think.  It's weird.  So I guess I'm kind of timid but also kind of not timid.  Yeah, I'm really weird.

Day 28

What is your love language?

I took this test a long time ago.  So I don't remember what that answer was.  The answer to this quandary?  Take the test again!

My primary love language is "Quality Time."  That means that "In Quality Time, nothing says 'I love you' like full, undivided attention.  Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there--with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby--makes you feel truly special and loved.  Distractions, postponed activities, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful."

Day 27

What is your favorite part of your body and why?

My favorite part of my body would have to be my lips, and I'll explain by telling you a story.  Once upon a time, when I was a young girl of 14, I went to my first Stake Dance for Church.  Because it was my first Stake Dance, which made me feel super old and mature and important, I begged my oldest sister and her roommates to help me get ready.  My sister's roommate, Robyn, helped put my make-up on.  While she was putting on my lipstick, she stepped back for a minute, shook her head, and said, "Those lips are so big she could suck a boys face right off."

I've always chosen to take that comment as a compliment.