the last mile of my run today . . . . . was crazy emotional.
the email from my mom today . . . . was amazingly awesome emotional.
the tweet from Chris K and Jess . . . was not. That was just freaking funny.
the card from my Pita . . . . sent. me. into. [grateful] tears. once. again. He's going to kill me for posting this . . . but. . . .I never want to lose this card.
Couldn't. do. any. of. it. without. him. Grateful Emz
Yes, it's Friday. Which probably means most of your/our days were "made" at 12:01am.
Why?
I'm a day closer to 2/14. While I do love Valentine's Day - it's not for that reason.
Jeff's comment on yesterday's post. freaking. cracked. me. up. [on if he ruled the world]. Possibly, even sweeter . . . . Jeff and his awesome wife rocking their shirts at the Houston expo last week.
[you may want one of these come 2/14?! {let a girl dream}- ummmm [, Patrick, help, only 4 left.]
And you bet cha'..... Annie got herself a new PR! you. rock. Annie.
look at those guns. Patrick, I think the wicker basket is a nice touch.
4. And this from Andrew! Love that post [click on his name]. I personally love the cross by his head.
I think the cross is super fitting for the photo. Andrew. 40lbs lost. HOLY. crap. awesome.
5. An email from my mom this morning. I'm pretty sure it was intended for one of the "good" daughters. but. I'm. not. tellin'. her. of. her. probable. mistake. love you MY mom. Happy. Birthday. Eve.
6. And this quote:
only actions performed with perseverance can ensure success - Yajur Veda.
Yes, Mom it's the little things to me. They make me happiest. It is my favorite Christmas gift.
Got these from the Pita yesterday. I think they enhance the loveliness of the tree, personally.
Yes, we have a shooting and/or falling star. I. Give. Up.
But, hey . . . . I got this early for this Sunday's little trot [ewwww] run [from the Pita]!
You bet cha' Baby! "RUN EMZ". I heart this.
I also hearted the email from a company telling me of my "other" Christmas present. HILARIOUS. Note to husbands: If you buy your wife something . . . . make sure they do not have your wife's email on file.
That was the most awesome email I have ever forwarded. ever.
His reply, "Merry Freaking Christmas! SUR-PRISE! SUR-PRISE! sur-freaking-prise!"
[This is my first attempt at a video blog post --- really hoping this works.]
I'm a big believer in treating people well.
But I've come to accept a key fact about life: people may never treat me as well as I try to treat them. [family excluded - my family rocks!]
I have a generous and sensitive heart. Where I may have shortcomings of financial generosity, I feel I compensate tenfold with loving arms, open ears and an opinion that is rarely clouded with unreasonable judgment.
"Treat people as you'd like to be treated," was a popular theme in my home growing up.
I was having a great night, last night. The Pita had a work event to attend so I treated myself to a spin class at the gym. Awesome. Sweating buckets kind of awesome. On my way to pick up my girl from the Kids Club [ a whopping 30 steps away] --- whammo. A wretched, horrible comment [that I wouldn't even say to my worst enemy].
And in an instant, my heart was sad [and a little mad].
I told myself what I'd tell Peanut, "Buck up buttercup". . ."Consider the source" . . .but it wasn't really working.
My brain dashed through a thousand thoughts. "REALLY?! Who would say such a thing?".
Do unto others. It's such a basic principle, and yet so many of us [including myself] have swiftly forgotten how vital this basic premise is to maintain a peaceful life/society.
It's an ideology that is essential to even our closest relationships.
Looking back on some of my connections - both romantic and those of a friendly nature - I do sometimes feel like I've come out on the short end of the stick. While other times I feel like all I do is take [especially when it comes to my amazing bro, sisters & parents]. I don't know that there's any way to truly avoid that; sometimes we are givers, other times we are takers.
I'm okay with that.
Maybe the "rude comment/lashing out" was do to something I did, that I'm not remembering.
What I do remember is that [call me a mama's girl, I'm fine with it] my mom made it all better last night. Yes, when I was being a "taker". Just like many, many, many years ago. Cleaning the wound. Bandaging it. And then telling me, "it's all going to be okay."
I love you. [sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much].
Been thinking about this post for weeks.
I love the photo above. Mostly, I love how calm you look. I love how beautiful you look without make-up. I love the chair [just a few years too late]. I love the [tupperware] cup I am holding. [sorry I made you give them up to DI.] I love that you made time for me - to sit with me.
This is a new favorite photo of mine.
I love that you were there to support me. On a "Sunday". Believe it or not, I love it that we have the same "smile" lines by our eyes. I love that you gave me blue eyes.
I love it when you hug me.
Here are a few ;) other thing I love/love remembering:
Puerto Vallarta
Volleyball tournaments
Sleeping on your floor [dad may not "love" this one so much though]
The morning you dropped me off for my 1st marathon in Utah
Scrabble games [it's your birthday so I won't say you cheat sometimes]
you always being my biggest cheerleader - in anything I do
The make-a-mix dance night in the Westover's backyard
Girl's camp
crossword puzzles
shaved ice as bribery to keep you awake
making hot [yummy] breakfasts for us 5 times a week [did you ever eat breakfast?]
seeing Peanut being born
Aerobics at church . . . with soup can weights
supermarket sweep with Madeline & Shauna
Easter dresses
EAT & BE MEAN - I mean LEAN
The BAD fish night
Bran muffins
Bleach stories
The year of the PUFF paint Christmas - yep the one where YOU said "damn"
Driving to Colorado - just you and your insanely scared daughter
summer library trips
teaching me how to work
Peanut adores you [more than she adores me, by far] - I guessing this is probably okay
That you love my hubby. He knows it and that makes me happy.
That you have my back.
You know [A LOT of] what I could do better and you don't pester me
You read and even sometimes comment on my blog
I know you'd do anything for me
You put up with me during some VERY rough times in my life [I'm thinking mostly 11, 16, 18, 24 & 30]
You were there for me when the 30 minutes to Glendale to see my old friends seemed like 300.
I treasure our relationship Mom. I know how blessed I am to have you as MY MOM.
