Wow, really? Four months?

lazy saturday mornings, watching birds and dogs and people in the park, is where it's at.

You guys, I am a slacker. I’ll admit it. But, here’s my list of excuses why I couldn’t possibly have even typed one sentence or finished my tales of Parisian vacations or anything at all.

1. I trained for and ran the hardest, hilliest, most awful half marathon of my life. But I did it. Slowly, but still. My goal this year is to do a Calico Slam–four of this running group’s races this year at the 1/2 marathon or greater distance. You know what I’ll get?

::wait for it::

A PLAQUE IN THE SHAPE OF THE STATE OF NEVADA WITH MY RACES AND DATES LISTED! Can you even think of a more awesome, completely random thing to hang in your office? (In case you didn’t know, I’m sort of obsessed with oddball bric-a-brac in my office. The most recent addition being a white elephant present of a stuffed monkey in a pilot’s hat and cape that one can launch by the arms, and he’ll make scream-y, monkey noises. Super kitschy, and I love it.) Anyway, this is me, grinning like a buffoon because the finish line was **right there.**

lovell canyon? meh, done and done.

2. Bones Jones took me to San Diego for my birthday. If I ever have unlimited resources, I am moving there. It is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever been. But it’s more than a little expensive and hella crowded. As I say though, with unlimited resources, surely those things would bother me less? The biscuit got his first taste of sand, and Bones and I got to spend uninterrupted time together as a family. ::skwee::

la jolla shores!

3. My biscuit turned one! I’m not sure where the last year went. This topic deserves a post unto itself, and I promise to do one, if for no other reason than to brag about my awesome pinterest copying inspiration skills. For now, humongous hat tip (like, you know with a ten gallon hat or something) to Bones Jones, the Hermanita, the Bursar, Jeffraaaay, Senor Mikey Cupcake, Miss Jennifer of the Millerseseses, and Auntie Rancho. I could not have done it without you guys, and I know you know I’m not just saying that–cause, yeah, I really couldn’t have. LOL.*

birthday biscuit, looking dapper in seersucker and tuxedo bib (hat tip miss mama nell for the cute bib idea!)

4. I went to California to visit the Hermanita and the Bursar, and an amazing time was had. Again, a post-worthy trip to be detailed (hopefully) later. For now, I’ll say it was a wonderful weekend of delicious (yet healthy!) meals, beach time in Monterey, crawling whilst giggling maniacally from a Bonbon, and general merriment with a Wagger.

diapered rumpus.

5. We celebrated C’s second Easter with some worship, delicious food, and fellowship with great friends. The biscuit wasn’t really sure about the whole plastic egg thing initially, but eventually, he came around.

behold: the green egg.

So, hopefully you can see just how **busy** I’ve been. I’ll try to do better, dear readers.

For now, Mama Jones is peacing out.

*Is it appropriate to LOL in a blog? I vote yes.


Las Vegas Rock n Roll Half Marathon

j, n, and i, heading to the race!

Yesterday was the half marathon. I was ├╝ber nervous for it all day long, and I actually thought to myself that the early hour of a normal race was preferable. Cause then, I’m still nervous, but it’s only a couple of hours and not all day long while you’re also trying to take care of a baby and a husband with the sniffles.

My friend J picked me up around 315, and we went to her friend N’s house because N’s husband was going to drop us off at the race. We were not prepared for the number of people down there. It was CRAZY. I have no idea how many corrals of people there were, but my friends and I were in number 23, and it took us forty minutes to get to the start line. My friend M was also down there, and I was certain she would never find us, and I was surprised to hear her call my name just before the first wave of racers.

heading to the corrals. don't you love our sweet headlamps?

I was really really glad she was there. We ran the whole race together. Neither of us used an iPod–we just talked and talked the whole time, and the miles just zipped by. Nothing really hurt, and I felt pretty good. I have to tell you guys: running on the strip at night with no cars and live music and a zillion other runners is really awesome. The lights are awesome, and it’s just a totally new way to see the strip. It was so. Much. Fun.

The weirdest thing about the race was even at the very end, we were still passing people. The crowd never thinned out at all, and there were always hundreds of people all around us.

I was pretty much golden the whole time. I wasn’t really tired, I wasn’t out of breath, my feet didn’t hurt. And then at mile ten, I felt this twinge of pain. That got worse as we picked up the pace. And at mile 12.5, my knee felt a rubber band pulled so tight it’s going to snap. I went off to the side and stretched my it band, and I ran my butt off to the finish line.

It was a really, really good run.

The end of it though? Was a nightmare. There were soooooo many people. And it was freezing. And there was nothing to carry your water and food in while trying to hold onto the foil thingie that was keeping me warm (cause it was freaking windy and freezing). M and I made for the indoors. Along with eighty bajillion other people. I wish I’d taken a picture. It was crazy, shoulder-to-shoulder mob scene.

We eventually spotted a fire exit that led to a parking lot, and we headed home where I took a bath and then crashed. What a great night.

me and m, eating our snacks and resting our legs.