We were all starving waiting for our turn at Areil's Grotto... Just then down the pier who do we spot Mickey! We ran to get in line and only had to wait 15 minutes! Here is a picture of the girls waiting!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
It All StArTeD WiTh A MoUsE!!!
It Was so fitting that the first character we saw at Disneyland was MICKEY!!
We were all starving waiting for our turn at Areil's Grotto... Just then down the pier who do we spot Mickey! We ran to get in line and only had to wait 15 minutes! Here is a picture of the girls waiting!
We were all starving waiting for our turn at Areil's Grotto... Just then down the pier who do we spot Mickey! We ran to get in line and only had to wait 15 minutes! Here is a picture of the girls waiting!
TWinS
I can't tell you how happy it makes me that Ella has a cousin and a bestfriend all rolled into one!!! It is something I have always wanted for my children. Ella and Megan are only 8 months apart and look so much alike (Aunt Jeanie called Ella Megan the other day and the girls thought it was GREAT) and they are so cute together; it is such a blessing just to see them together. I know Shari is smiling from Heaven to see this as well.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Oh how I Miss Long Runs
The Wonders of Mutual Silence
01/18/2011 9:10 AM
Mark Remy
On Saturday morning, Warren and I ran 9 miles. Or 10. I'm still not sure; I wasn't wearing my Garmin.
I do know that we ran the Telephone Loop, so named because when viewed from overhead the route kind of, sort of resembles an old telephone headset. From Warren's house in Emmaus, we ran to 10th Street, then up 10th (an eye-popping climb); east to 5th Street; down 5th (a long descent); east to 2nd Street; up 2nd (another crazy climb); west onto Oak Hill Road (which is even steeper); down Oak Hill; east on Vera Cruz Road; up the back side of 2nd Street (a mile-long climb); then all the way back down 2nd to our starting point.
It was a brutal run. But a good one. As usual, we talked a lot, solving most of the world's problems and cracking jokes.
Until we got to Oak Hill.
The turn onto Oak Hill comes, as noted above, well into a tough climb. At that point we were both already gasping for air, in that desperate "I'm okay, not gasping, everything's cool" sort of way that men running together often gasp. With Oak Hill, the climb got even steeper.
As a result, we clammed up and just ran.
That's when the bliss kicked in.
Not the back-rub/aromatherapy/day-spa kind of bliss; the clarifying-pain/running-in-silence-with-a-friend kind. Which, for my money, is better.
Those moments are uniquely satisfying, aren't they? Suffering alongside a friend, in mutual silence, has a way of distilling your running — your life — to its essence.
In those moments, here is your world:
•The sound of breathing — loud, deep, and rhythmic.
•The sound of feet scuffing pavement.
•If it's cold, as it was Saturday, the sight of your own breath, escaping in puffs of vapor.
Suddenly — and it always seems sudden, at least to me — you find yourself in a bright, new place, free of mental fog and distracting chatter. It's like climbing above the tree line: You struggle to breathe, but there's an almost-startling sense of clarity.
Here were my thoughts, as we climbed in silence:
This hurts, but I am alive and lucky to be out here. Breathe deep. Run tall. Relax.
I'm not sure how long it took us to clear the top of Oak Hill — maybe 5 minutes? – but every step of it was painful. And instructive.
Thanks for the run, Warren.
01/18/2011 9:10 AM
Mark Remy
On Saturday morning, Warren and I ran 9 miles. Or 10. I'm still not sure; I wasn't wearing my Garmin.
I do know that we ran the Telephone Loop, so named because when viewed from overhead the route kind of, sort of resembles an old telephone headset. From Warren's house in Emmaus, we ran to 10th Street, then up 10th (an eye-popping climb); east to 5th Street; down 5th (a long descent); east to 2nd Street; up 2nd (another crazy climb); west onto Oak Hill Road (which is even steeper); down Oak Hill; east on Vera Cruz Road; up the back side of 2nd Street (a mile-long climb); then all the way back down 2nd to our starting point.
It was a brutal run. But a good one. As usual, we talked a lot, solving most of the world's problems and cracking jokes.
Until we got to Oak Hill.
The turn onto Oak Hill comes, as noted above, well into a tough climb. At that point we were both already gasping for air, in that desperate "I'm okay, not gasping, everything's cool" sort of way that men running together often gasp. With Oak Hill, the climb got even steeper.
As a result, we clammed up and just ran.
That's when the bliss kicked in.
Not the back-rub/aromatherapy/day-spa kind of bliss; the clarifying-pain/running-in-silence-with-a-friend kind. Which, for my money, is better.
Those moments are uniquely satisfying, aren't they? Suffering alongside a friend, in mutual silence, has a way of distilling your running — your life — to its essence.
In those moments, here is your world:
•The sound of breathing — loud, deep, and rhythmic.
•The sound of feet scuffing pavement.
•If it's cold, as it was Saturday, the sight of your own breath, escaping in puffs of vapor.
Suddenly — and it always seems sudden, at least to me — you find yourself in a bright, new place, free of mental fog and distracting chatter. It's like climbing above the tree line: You struggle to breathe, but there's an almost-startling sense of clarity.
Here were my thoughts, as we climbed in silence:
This hurts, but I am alive and lucky to be out here. Breathe deep. Run tall. Relax.
I'm not sure how long it took us to clear the top of Oak Hill — maybe 5 minutes? – but every step of it was painful. And instructive.
Thanks for the run, Warren.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Grinch
“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.
It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.
It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
WhOViLle
Last Saturday we crashed another wards Christmas Party; It was AMAZING!!! They made it into the town of Whoville, they had Cindy's Candy Shop and the Whoville Bakery but the best part was the GRINCH. The Grinch is one of my Mother in Law's friends, he was great I wish I would of videoed it!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Be Gratefull 4s
I had a Be Grateful 4 party a few weeks before Thanksgiving. We had Costco pot pie (Oh so Good) and Jeanie made her pies. Jeanie... Mrs. Norma Jean you make some classy pies. Pecan Pie oh how I love you.
I had everyone make a list of things we were grateful for... I wanted to know everything.... Michelle and I are grateful for DIET COKE.
I was sad because my Mr. Johnson forgot me.... really the months before I nursed you back to health.... I showered you... I have birthed your babies... All the TDY's I DON"T MAKE YOUR LIST!!!
This ended suddenly... Dave Fell... What... oh it's Dave... I know no one stronger... HE WILL BE FINE... he is doing what needs to be done... Healing... But my Michelle she is waiting. I instantly felt panic... panic for her... cuz I had been there or so I thought... weeks later our Dave died... what? so wrong??? I just don't understand... Nothing will be the same... not even a card game. I mourn him; I wish to have back all the opportunities we had to be together that we said no to... we were too busy... too hard with little ones....
Here are some of the pictures from my party:
I had everyone make a list of things we were grateful for... I wanted to know everything.... Michelle and I are grateful for DIET COKE.
I was sad because my Mr. Johnson forgot me.... really the months before I nursed you back to health.... I showered you... I have birthed your babies... All the TDY's I DON"T MAKE YOUR LIST!!!
This ended suddenly... Dave Fell... What... oh it's Dave... I know no one stronger... HE WILL BE FINE... he is doing what needs to be done... Healing... But my Michelle she is waiting. I instantly felt panic... panic for her... cuz I had been there or so I thought... weeks later our Dave died... what? so wrong??? I just don't understand... Nothing will be the same... not even a card game. I mourn him; I wish to have back all the opportunities we had to be together that we said no to... we were too busy... too hard with little ones....
Here are some of the pictures from my party:
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