I don't think our heat ever turned off last night. It's insanely cold in South Carolina, much colder than we're used to. My sweet husband wore a t-shirt, sweater, sweatshirt, and jacket as well as a pair of khakis with jogging pants underneath them today. I guess it goes without saying that our classrooms are suffering from the cold weather just as much as anything else.
So far, I'm doing okay on my New Year's Goals. :) My sister and I walked 1.4 miles yesterday (in the cold), and I took my vitamins and thyroid medicine. I'm hoping that I'll be able to start telling a difference in the way I feel after taking my meds religiously for a few weeks.
While my BFF, Patrick, was in town, he helped me pick out some "running shoes." Since we graduated from college, Patrick has become much healthier and runs nearly every day. I'm super-jealous. Throughout my life, there have been a few things I wanted to become: a prima ballerina, the first woman President of the United States, and a runner. My goals, obviously, have been very varied over the years. At this point, I've given up on the ballet and politics, but I still very much want to run. My sister and I are going to walk briskly for a few weeks and then we're going to attempt Couch to 5K.
Beware, Patrick, the next time you show your face around here, I'll outrun you. :)
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
A Man of Honor...and a Duck
When I was in college, I was blessed with the very best friend God could have ever placed in my life. We met when we were both orientation leaders one summer, and then we ended up as RAs in the same building for the duration of our college experience.
Though our college days ended nearly five years ago, we still keep in touch. Neither of us is good at calling or texting or even Facebooking really, but our friendship is comfortable and familiar, like an old pair of worn blue jeans or a smelly pair of sandals that you've had forever.
Patrick was my Man of Honor in my wedding. My closest friends weren't girls, and I didn't feel like giving someone the title just to say I had a "Maid of Honor." He spent the day of my wedding helping me get ready and fluffed my train so I wouldn't look like a fool. He's helped me move 100 times (or so it feels like), and he is one of my most favorite people in the world.
The visual definition of BFF
Though our college days ended nearly five years ago, we still keep in touch. Neither of us is good at calling or texting or even Facebooking really, but our friendship is comfortable and familiar, like an old pair of worn blue jeans or a smelly pair of sandals that you've had forever.
Patrick was my Man of Honor in my wedding. My closest friends weren't girls, and I didn't feel like giving someone the title just to say I had a "Maid of Honor." He spent the day of my wedding helping me get ready and fluffed my train so I wouldn't look like a fool. He's helped me move 100 times (or so it feels like), and he is one of my most favorite people in the world.
The visual definition of BFF
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