So it’s Friday. I’ve been posting less than ever lately – my thoughts have been delightfully frivolous and air-headed lately, and well – I don’t want to embarrass myself on my blog with inane ramblings, so I haven’t written.
It’s Friday, and lots of people embarrass themselves on Friday. Why shouldn’t I? And I miss writing. So what if I have nothing of depth to say!?
So here goes nothing.
I mean NOTHING.
I leave this afternoon for a retreat with my one year ladies’ Bible study group. This means a dozen ladies of all ages cramming into a cabin with books, Bibles, praise music, and food so delicious that it’s not even close to holy. I told my hair dresser this yesterday and she stammered in confusion, “So… are you dreading it? Or is that a good thing?” Ha! I suppose I see where her “dread” comment comes in. I make it sound like I’m singing kumbaya with The Church Lady. However, I could not BE more excited! These ladies are awesome – far from holier-than-thou – they are instead quite real and pretty hilarious. We’ll laugh more than we cry, we’ll seek God together, and we’ll eat this ahhh-mazing cake I made for the occasion.
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Yes, that’s cheesecake stuffed between layers of decadent cake baked with chocolate candy bars and pudding. Don’t be jealous. Just think of the calories you’re saving by NOT eating it with me.
Good thing I’m scheduled to run 4 miles when I get home from the retreat on Saturday!
Which brings me to my half-marathon training. I’m trying. My poor body is taking the wrath pretty well, if you ignore the fact that my aching feet can no longer handle wearing my beloved high heels, and that I have some mysterious new digestive issue. (TMI? I told you I’d embarrass myself.) The upside of half marathon training? My husband bought me some rocking new running gear that makes me FEEL hardcore, even when I’m running a twelve minute mile. The shoes below were part of that deal. Cute, right?
Before I say goodbye, I should close with at least ONE tidbit of substance. (Thanks to my husband Brad for providing one thing that actually matters.) Brad is on staff at our church and is planning our church’s FIRST EVER Orphan Sunday service! Rock on! It’s going to be awesome. Monumental. Historic. Fabulous. I’ll keep you updated.
In the meantime, I better quit writing before I hurt myself.