Proof

Ok, so here is the link to the "special" photos.  Now, I hope all of you understand that I am attaching this link in good faith.  Please do not post to Facebook or try to blackmail me with these!  BTW-I hate those shorts!  How could I run in them?  Gross...

Woulda Coulda Shoulda

What I should be doing right now is sleeping, laundry, work, flexible spending reimbursement forms, or straightening up.  But I decided I needed to make a post to my blog even though I never know what to write about.  So, here are some random thoughts...

Quinton has a serious sleep walking problem which is why he usually sleeps in our bed.  It is scary as we have awoken (awaken?) to hear him running down the stairs for no reason.  He is always in a rush when sleep walking.  Tonight we tried putting him on our floor and sure enough he bolted out of bed and tried to rush downstairs.  A couple years ago I woke up to find him opening the front door.  Scary!  Brady and I are considering a gate or a cage for him. Probably not a cage.  

I went running outside on the trail on Saturday and it was awesome.  It made me realize that you really don't get the same experience on the treadmill (duh).  I thought I had been doing pretty well but that trail kicked my b$%*!  (I don't like to say butt).  The weather was beautiful and I was able to run alone which makes it easier to sing along to my ipod.  Some of my favorite running songs are Solitary Man (Neil), Upside Down (Diana Ross), Take a Chance (Abba) and Love Will Keep Us Together (Captain & Tenille).  Yes, I probably need to venture into some newer tunes.  Any suggestions?

Another thought about running.  I know that I look retarded (literally, sorry not very PC) when I run.  I have proof.  At the NYC Marathon they take pictures of you at random spots on the course and then email them to you so you can buy them and share them with all of your friends because you are very proud of your accomplishment (run-on sentence-get it?).  Anyway, I saw those pictures and nearly died.  My mouth was slack and I had a not so bright look on my face in each one.   Needless to say I did not buy any of the pictures.  I wonder if I still have them on email?  I will look later.  

Depression

Beth, why so sad?  Are those tears?  

I am taking this way too seriously I know.  It all started out innocently enough.  I had heard good things about the books and in fact saw news stories about people camped out at bookstores at midnight just to buy the next installment.  Some would dress up and start reading the newest edition right there in the bookstore.  These people are a little strange I thought.  Now I am one of them. I don't have to wait for the next book to come out since I was a little late to jump on the band wagon,  but I am dreading the time when the last page is read.

Twilight?  No, it's Harry!

Our family started reading Harry Potter about a year and a half ago up at the lake.  We just finished the sixth book tonight.  The books have become a great family activity.  Brady reads out loud while the kids and I lay in bed listening (Sophia usually falls asleep) and then talking about our various theories.  It has been so much fun.  Our own little book club.

My depression is two-fold.  (If you have not read the books this is a spoiler alert.  If you have read all of them please don't tell me what happens in the seventh book--really, I might go postal!).  

Back to my depression.  I can't believe Dumbledore died.  I kept thinking no, this can't be happening.  Seriously, right now I am quite upset with J.K. Rowling.  Brady thinks he may not really be dead and I wouldn't be surprised but then again Serious was really dead and that was devastating as well.  Now you may notice that I may not spell everything correctly which is the magic of being read to, you don't actually see the words.  I am also upset because after the last book, that is it.  What are we going to do?  Lysa suggested the scriptures and I would like to think that is a viable option-maybe I should give them a chance but it will be very hard to compete.  Brady and Quinton are considering Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit and The Chronicles of Narnia but nothing will compare. 

Oh J.K. Rowling why not do one more?!  Its like crack for this 36 year-old mother of three, please!