My Favorite Kidnappers.
I have the post-holiday pudge. That gross feeling from too much peanut brittle and chocolate pie. My exercise routine has been less than stellar in recent months. Tonight, after scarfing down some tacos and 2 (ok 3. fine. 4.) cookies at our 8th grade small group, I went for a run. First off, running in the cold. Ew. You go from comfortable in your multi-layered workout gear to that horrible sweaty freeze in about 2.3 seconds. You know, when you’re kinda cold but also perspiring in weird places and, anyway, that. About a mile and a half in, I was sweaty-frozen and struggling. I saw a car up ahead that had been stopped at…
HPT, Pudge, & Wiggles
I have been waiting entirely too long to write this post, and I haven’t blogged in a while because I couldn’t think of anything to talk about that didn’t involve baby Brooks. I also have discovered through this process that I am a very bad secret-keeper. It’s not that I mean to tell people, I just can’t ever remember who I’m not telling what. Alas – it is time to finally shout our excitement for our baby that will be coming sometime in the vicinity of August 25, 2011. This baby was a complete surprise to Taylor and I both. Since I’ve been married, I cried wolf many-a-time about possibly…
