Ok, so I am trying to gather all the birthday pictures I can from Hill's successfully adorable 1st birthday party and precious baptism. If you have some please send. I hope to be able to download my pictures of this fun family and friend filled weekend by tonight....that's my goal but only if God will allow another 5 hours to this glorious day.
I leave you on a funny note. As you may know, I'm on week 3 of Couch to 5K. I'm pretty sure last night I ran a full marathon in the rain with my brand new running tenny hoppers. It was a rough 3 minute straight run but I know a week and a half ago I couldn't have done it. Seriously.
So this morning I decided I should get on the scale since I haven't been on it in a week and a half just to see if there was any progress. Remember I'm not doing this for the weight loss, that part is just going to be a bonus. So, I tap the scale and step on and it reads 27 pounds less than a week and a half ago. I was like NO WAY, certainly I would know if about 30 lbs dropped off my ghetto bootie. So, I tapped the scale again and got back on. It wouldn't register this time. So I did it again...got off tapped the scale then got back on - - I hadn't let the scale calibrate!!! PUNK.
I haven't lost any lb's. No biggie, it's just a square thing numbers pop up on, right? Why would I let it try to get the best of me? I mean really it's not like it was intentionally playing evil evil tricks on me. It's not like when I got off of it it let out a burst of laughter.... or did it?