Tag: adventure

  • The Gratitude Project: Day 21

    I really wanted to wear a costume to work today but no one else was dressing up, so I compromised by wearing this cool African dress (that came from NOWHERE that I can remember). I planned on having one of our sweet little African ladies help me with the head dress. When I walked into…

  • Nashvegas

    We just returned from a trip to Nashville where we visited my sister Leah, AKA the Leggy, Bronze Goddess, and her husband Tyler, the Abercrombie model. I’ve always been the more Quasimodo-esque sibling and this time was no different. In case you think I’m joking, please compare these two pictures from this weekend: One looks…

  • Death Wears Purple Running Shoes: Week 9

    Well, I went running three times this week. I ran for an hour and forty minutes this morning but on Thursday, I may or may not have decided to “run” in my living room and watch an episode of….. Oh, look! See that shiny thing! Is it a metal butterfly? Oh, no? Just a gum…

  • Things I Learned from my Korean Son

    Before you go all nuts and think that we decided to adopt from Korea instead of Thailand and our son has already come over, just know that you’re crazy. If you think that international adoption would move that quickly, then you’re crazy. No, no, we volunteered to temporarily house a Korean student who is attending UTD.…

  • Five Years

    Today marks my fifth wedding anniversary. Five years! Aren’t we supposed to receive porcelain or beanie babies or something weird for our fifth? You guys have until the end of the day to celebrate us properly. I had to describe how we met to the home study worker and I had trouble doing it without sounding…

  • Death Wears Purple Running Shoes: Special Biking Edition

    Alex and I took a week off from running to train for the Tour de Gap. Haven’t heard of it? Haven’t heard of the bike race in Buffalo Gap, Texas which is a city that has approximately 432 people? Okay, weirdo. It’s a bike race benefitting a local food bank and you can choose from…

  • Death Wears Purple Tennis Shoes: Week 4

    (Sigh, okay this is actually from last week but I’ve been busy) Gracie came with me on my interval run this week (six minutes of running/three minutes of walking x5). Luckily, I earned my place as the neighborhood lunatic in the process. Gracie is “leash trained” but she still goes psycho when she sees another…

  • ‘Tis only a flesh wound

    You know how buying a house makes you all suspicious? Any little new sounds means the plumbing’s going to explode and shoot you out the top of the chimney. The pseudo-drawer that covers up your kitchen sink falls off and stabs you in the shinbone and you think your kitchen is out to get you. You know,…

  • Transitions

    Man. There is nothing like moving to remind you that you need to be a better housekeeper. Every time our movers (AKA our friends who volunteered to help us move) picked up another piece of furniture, I was mortified to find out what was beneath.  It looked as though we had purchased a small, hairy…

  • Run Like You Mean It

    Alright. Alex and I are committed- to one another, to this adoption, and…to running a half-marathon at the end of October to raise money for aforementioned adoption. Wowee. If you knew my long, tawdry history with running, you would be surprised that I would commit to running anything anywhere.  To be honest, some times I…

  • The Waiting Game

    Anyone who says adoption is easier than building your family through pregnancy is cuckoo (that’s coo-coo for those of you who have never seen that word spelled before). Although we’ve only just started the process, I’m already getting used to the familiar ache that I feel all day because the process isn’t moving forward, the…

  • Unsolicited Advice for My Sister #5: It’s Okay to Cry

    There was alot of crying in my family growing up. Not because we were all abused or sad- just because we had alot of feelings. Specifically, there were tears when we were feeling  really happy, scared, angry, sad, touched, ashamed, sentimental, and insane (thus the patented Feemster laugh-cry). The other day Leah called me to…