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.




Well on Sunday, I will run the las Vegas half marathon. I’ve been training now for about twelve weeks, and I’m ready, but for whatever reason, I still feel super nervous. I don’t know why. I mean, when I actually think about it, it’s really stupid to be nervous because honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? I walk?

Anyway, that’s what’s been on my mind all day. That, and whether I chose to start in the right corral or not and also how there will be so many freaking people running. The news said there were forty-something thousand people running. Holy shit. That’s a lot of runners. I actually don’t think I’ve ever run in a race this large.

I ran in a pretty large turkey trot once in Florida with my mom and sister. It was actually a little annoying because you could never really break away from the crowd and get in the zone. I doubt that will happen tomorrow though–at least after a few miles.

I went to the race expo today at lunch to pick up my packet. So glad I did. I got there about ten minutes after the doors opened, and it was already jammed. I can’t I imagine what it will be like tomorrow or even today after work. Also, just right this moment, I thought about how long the damn lines are going to be at the port-o-potties on Sunday night. I mean, those lines are long even at small races. Sigh. And I always have to freaking pee before I run. At least my girlfriend J I’m running with scored a pass to the VIP bathroom area where it’s heated, and there is heat and running water. So that’s nice.

I think it will be pretty fun though–running the Las Vegas Strip at night. The city’s closing down
Las Vegas Boulevard to traffic, and the half marathon runs from Mandalay Bay to downtown and back. Oh! And there was a headlamp in the swag bag. I’m totally wearing it!

**Also, I know this picture doesn’t have squat to do with running, but doesn’t C look cute bombing on his spoon?**