WAR EAGLE...




I love printed t-shirts with pockets... pocket printed tees... wish more were out there, and I would buy them all...

any way,

I was running/walking at Memorial Park tonight and wearing my Alabama Crimson Tide pocket tee. A man ran to the right of me and yelled, "War Eagle!," in my ear. No lie.

It took me a second to figure out if he was singing out loud or intentionally yelling at me, but then the Auburn rivalry registered.

I wanted to run and catch up with him just so I could show him my Aggie ring and explain why I was wearing that shirt. I even felt a little guilty. Oh, for the love of the T-shirt!




P-U

My apartment has a mystery stench that floats through the a/c vents approximately once every few months, overstaying it's welcome for about half an hour. It reminds me of a mixture somewhere between dead animal and sewage.
The arrival directly correlates with the air flow when the ac is on, and yes, I've checked the pilot light. There is no way this smell is a natural gas leak.

Right now I'm just thankful it didn't show up for the Prayer and Praise we hosted recently(phew!).
Any ideas?

"Fitting" room drama

I went shopping for a new wedding dress yesterday(the spectator kind), and definitely found myself alone in the dressing room with a dress stuck right around my shoulders. My female audience knows exactly what I'm talking about...

Typically, if shopping solo, these events can escalate from awkward to scary, fairly quickly.
With this most recent trip to the mall, I spent seconds debating whether I should wiggle my way out versus call out for help...all while trying to peer through an armhole in the mirror just in case there was an escape route via some opening in the dress I just wasn't finding.

Sure the sales rep had asked me if I needed help three times before I was stuck, but the second I'm about to calculate which seam can rip the fastest, she is no where to be found.

All that being said, I survived and am the owner of a new super-cute dress.

Update...

I think I accidentally just posted this blank... sorry for the tease.

I guess I owe an update on many areas of my life... First and foremost, the triathlon.

Aside from all the hydrocarbons I'm sure I ingested from the man-made baytown lake I swam in, the competition was a SUCCESS! We had a killer team. Chad and Joey kicked tail, and we walked away winners!
Just a glimpse...

Chad, me, Joey (runner, swimmer, cyclist)
I've just been branded and am starting to feel nervous!
Picture of the swim course finish. Yes, by the time I was swimming I was staring straight into the sun.
Our #1 supporter/photographer Stan and the team!
Tim trying to get me motivated...



MasterCard

This is so cute!

sink or swim...




So I have been roped into pulling the swim leg of a triathlon relay this Sunday...
and by roped in I mean, Chad called me, asked, and I quickly replied yes.

I don't think my team realizes, however, how long it has actually been since I've swam-- "500 meters" swam. Granted I am going to go practice at Ballys later today, but I haven't competitively swam since A&M swim class.

There are certain elements to a triathlon swim that I assume will be quite interesting.
Here are some of the questions running through my mind...
How far will I be able to see underwater?
How many people will "accidentally" kick me in the face?
How quickly will cellulite disappear?
Will I get caught swimming with a circle of slow people around me?
How do you train for a 500 in just a few days?

I'll let you know how it goes...

Bragging Rights

My youngest brother has started college... take a moment to let that sink in...

He's attending Brooks Institute of Photography in Ventura, CA,
and already hard at work.
Check out some of his photos here:
http://www.brooksnppa.org/

the pics are in week 2... no. 5 and 7