Oh. My. Gosh. Next week at this time I will be driving to Ironman Tahoe.
YOU GUYS!!! WHERE DID THE TIME GO?!? One minute I'm doing an interpretive dance in my Snuggie at a park and the next minute it's already almost time to swim, bike, and run for an entire day.
By the way, I've been wanting to say for a while that I have gotten really terrible at responding to your emails. This happened about one year ago when I got back from Palau. I used to respond to them all but I just can't keep up with them anymore. I want to let you know that I'm sorry and I still love you and I think about you all the time and imagine what you would look like in overalls. (Don't ask). Really, truly, thank you for all the emails you send. I read every single one of them and appreciate them all, even if I don't respond and tell you so.
And now, your Pictures and Distractions:
(Please join me on Instagram for more pictures.)
|With my people at the Greek Festival. (HI TRACY!)|
|Ms. Hannah Rose. Locked out of Lagoon and nowhere to go.|
|The colors be changin' on my bike ride.|
|Don't tell anyone, but my friend Matt's puppy, Ollie, has dived directly into the center of my enlarged heart.|
|When Hannah Rose and I realized we had been locked out of Lagoon.|
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:
Dads at a One Direction Concert. Thanks, Magan.
The Indonesian Ayam Cemani Chicken. Thanks, Heather.
Things cut in half. Thanks, Kelsey.
The last thing this kid will ever do. Thanks, Brittany.
Incredible pictures of hummingbirds. Thanks, Francie.
Creative analogies used by high school students. Thanks, Brenda.
Experience the bookbook. Thanks, Kayla.
Why trust is worth it. Thanks, Janel.
Carved crayons. Thanks, Angela.
Terrible his and her outfits from the '70s. Thanks, Emily.
A store full of hand-stitched felt products. Thanks, Cambry.
Hot. Damn. Thanks, Luna.
Cat. Thanks, Sandra.
Prancercise is back. Thanks, Sarah.
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~It Just Gets Stranger