Well, I have to say I did yet another Med City 1/2 Marathon over Memorial Day weekend. Sadly, didn’t do all that great but Cathy did superly well. I blame it on getting about 3 hours of sleep the night before. I just didn’t sleep well at all. So about mile 10 I was done. I hate that. But races are like that. Especially Med City. It’s either a great race or a crappy race. This one was in between. I felt tired and that’s what stopped me. Oh well. It wasn’t as terrible as in past races so I guess that’s something
Got some good pics though—oh, and did I mention the massive amounts of free beer whilst listening to the band in the sunshine? Yeppers.
We met up with Superman too
Right? That happened……
I do have some racing fun with Cathy. Next up is Scheels relay in August. Key word—Relay. 1/2 of a 1/2. That I can do.
We have accumulated dogs in the past couple of months.
First came Manny
Then, cause I thought he needed a friend, next came Lacey
Both are 10 years old and very different folks.
Every AM we go for a walk
And then a rest
And although these are famously birdy dogs Manny was a little confused by this atypical bird behavior-
We had an over night visitor a couple of weeks ago too
This is Brandy and she’s a young Springer which make us appreciate why we have old Springers. Hahaha. At least she will chase a ball, unlike my two. So, we were the house of all things Springer.
We really enjoyed having Brandy—who belongs to my coworker Mollie who has the cutest baby every born--
However, Nina’s nephew had a baby and I have to say—he’s kind of the new standard for cute baby boys--
Ok? I want these two to get married and create super babies
But I digress. Because I do digress quite frequently. Digression is the only way that Laura and I communicate.
OK—anyway, back to dogs. We have two old dogs. Manny and Lacey. Manny has Lyme disease and maybe Cushings. Lacey is on Prozac. There we go. Life is always fun here.
Our Jack, not baby Jack, is unimpressed and stuffed himself into a too small space to show his disdain
I finished my pink dress and quilt for Ilan’s baby. I am hoping that we get it there before the baby comes. But if not it will be close-
That is one pink dress…..
I honor of the impending baby we show our support by filling our new beer fridge with assorted growlers, including my personal favorite Crazy Aunt-
Laura and I are having a garage sale this week. It features my fabric stash busting, Cozy mysteries I’ve read (Thank you Martha) and other assorted goods. If I make 20 dollars and get rid of some fabric I’ll be happy.
Upcoming events? Hmmmmm. Not sure. I’m in my last class at school. I am so done with this. Working on getting my practicum in order. Who knows what that will look like. Walden is really good at non instruction. If I had to do it over I would have done this at Winona State. But after getting half way through it was too late. But by Feb of next year I should be an MSN. Which will get me approximately nothing. But at least it’s letters behind my name right?
The biggest event is in September when Laura and I go to Ireland and change history there forever. They really don’t know what they are in for. We are practicing being shusshed by our co travelers and strangers alike. We are immune to the shhuuush, by the way. Well, I mean we may shuuush momentarily but seriously, we only have one volume, which is fairly robust.
After that is Michigan Ragnar which I am running with Tiffini. So, basically, I’m taking September off.
Oh—Blane and Melanie closed on the house they bought in a place called Grafton, which is north of Grand Forks but not quite Canada.
I wish I had more pictures. Maybe I can link…..Here’s a link but not sure how long it will be active….I suppose you can google 6283 County Road 8, Grafton ND. It’s a huge lot—here’s Blane by the garden.
We will be going up in August for a few days. And I hope to do Thanksgiving up there with Cody.
Blane also did an 80’s themed gig for charity at his work.
I guess that’s all for now. It’s stopped raining for a minute so time to walk some dogulars before nap time….
Finally, Happy does not care what happens, as long as those dogs just leave him alone.