I hope laughing during church isn’t a sin because if it is, I’m going straight to hell after today.  I really tried to be good.  I tried so hard.  I tried to ignore it, but the harder I tried, the funnier it became.

We had a guest preacher today.  And I honestly have no idea if he was any good or not.  I couldn’t even begin to tell you what our sermon was about because all I heard was one word:  “Right?”  Over and over and over.

(It was like the How I Met Your Mother episode with Robin’s “But, um.”  Or South Park‘s Mr. Mackey and his “M’kay?”)

“You have to hear the word of God, right?  And you have to believe the word of God, right?  But that’s not enough, right?  You have to act on that, right?”

I’m a horrible, horrible person.  I was sitting right there in church thinking what a good drinking game this would make.
I seriously thought I was going to have to get up and leave.  I was in tears trying to keep quiet.

Please tell me I’m not the only one.  When have you laughed when it was completely inappropriate?

This One’s For YOU, Janae! — Friday Favorites

This afternoon when I got off work, I got in my truck and drove straight to Murray State University because I just heard that my FAVORITE comedian is going to be performing there next Friday night!  D asked me a few nights ago what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day, and I told him I had no idea.  TAH-DAH!  The mystery of the Valentine’s weekend date is solved!

While I was on my way home, I stopped at my FAVORITE little coffee joint

and got my NOT-SO-FAVORITE little coffee drink.  (Note to self:  A latte is not the place to save calories.  A sugar-free non-fat white chocolate latte just isn’t the same as the real deal.  Some things are just worth a few extra calories.)

And now I’m sitting at home in my FAVORITE comfy lounge pants

cuddling with my two FAVORITE dogs

and one FAVORITE slightly overweight cat

And I think I’m a little overdue for a touchup (Okay, I’m way past the point of a touchup.  More like an overhaul.) of my FAVORITE nail polish (OPI’s Ate Berries in the Canaries).

Don’t judge me.  I promise I’m not white trash.  It was just chipped a little bit when I went to work this morning.  I think it’s obvious I worked hard today!

Oh, and this is my FAVORITE new song to run to:

Happy Friday!

A Tuesday Miracle!

If I haven’t made it abundantly clear to you before, let me just clear up any confusion you may have right now.

But with the training plan that I’m doing right now for my spring half marathon, that’s exactly where I find myself once a week.  On Tuesdays, I will be doing some sort of speed work, whether it be intervals or a tempo run or hills, and as much as I hate to admit it, the only way I can successfully pull that off is on a treadmill.
Last night I headed to the gym for a 5-mile hill workout.  That dang treadmill kicked my butt from one end of that gym to the other.  I set it on the “rolling” program, and it rolled all right.  Rolled over me like a steam roller.  As with most treadmill workouts, it peaked in intensity about halfway through.  I think I died once.  I almost quit at three miles, but I bargained with myself.  “No!  You have chili waiting at home!  These next two miles are two more beers!”  And so I muddled through.  It was hot.  It was sweaty.  It was slow.  But in approximately 55 minutes it was DONE!  And that, my friends, was the best part of it.  And just like Funderson said, I am just as proud of that 5 miles on a treadmill (I’ve only done that distance on a mill a couple of other times and never any farther) than I am of any other run I’ve ever done.
It’s the little things…