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This little guy lost his first tooth and got a whopping $5 from the ToothFairy.

We'd be so much better off if he'd lose the rest. He's got a mouth full of sterling silver and I'm sure she pays top dollar for those puppies, even in this economy!

Keep 'em coming, Cal!

I love it...

You know it's gonna be a long run when you have to write down the route so you don't forget where you are going!


On Saturday, I went out for a 14-mile run, one of many long runs ahead of me on this road to the marathon.

There's alot of preparation to go out on a long run. See, I am a "stasher." I hate running with anything on me... no watch, jewelry, and certainly no water/gel pack. So, before my run, I drive to a few locations and "stash" my water and gel. Then, I wrap my bad knee (I'm sure a result of getting older), charge my ipod (it died at mile 2 of a 12-miler I ran recently...not fun!), and fuel, stretch, and hydrate.

Then, I'm off.

At about mile 6, I head north on Val Vista and find myself running in sand for a 1/2 mile. I am immediately taken back to my high school track days. Once a week, our coaches would take us out to Usery to run sprints through the sand. This felt totally unnecessary. If you were on track and competed in a field event, you know what I'm talking about. Running sucked! I can still hear Coach Robinson shouting behind me, "Faster Peterson!" Exhausted, I would respond, "I'm NOT a runner. I'm a high-jumper!" Oh, how I dreaded those Usery days.

17 years later, running through the sand, I am wondering, "Why am I choosing to do this?"


That's an easy one.

Because I love it.


And, Coach Robinson, thank you...
Bet you never would have guessed it, but

Today, I AM a runner.

Celebrating 60

Last night,
We took my dad out for his 60th birthday!

Carolinas for some burritos and then onto the good stuff...

F1 raceway for some serious speed and sweet fashions!


I pulled off the jumpsuit alot better than I pulled off the whole racing thing!

HaPpY BiRtHdAY!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

We Love You!

Happy Birthday, Lance!

Happy Birthday...

to one of the kindest,
most selfless,
dedicated and passionate

people I have ever known.


Thanks for da goosebumps.

Derby Day!

Max's (and my) first Pinewood Derby experience came and went this morning,
and I am breathing a sigh of relief.

I have spent the last week studying up, sanding, painting, drilling, weighing, and becoming completely obsessed with all things Pinewood Derby!

After a DISAPPOINTING first race, I got nervous and Max shot me a "What did you do to my car?" look from across the room. This was going to get embarrassing.

I knew something had to be done.

At the table where all of the participating cars sat, a gathering of dads were graphiting wheels as fast as they could. I knew if we had a shot, I had to get in on this.

So, I joined the derby dads and began adding as much graphite as possible to those little wheels I had spent so much time sanding and prepping! (Filthy job, I must say!)

Next race...much less humiliating. We shaved almost a whole second off our time. Max's mood lightened and I knew I was out of the woods. The rest of the races we came in first or second.

Not bad for these first-timers, huh?

We'll get 'em next year!

Spring is Here!

Spring is here.

Tree climbing,

Flip flops (can I hear an "amen"),

Gardening,

Suntans,

and Cadbury Creme Egg eating...


Ahh, I couldn't be happier.

Party at Fiddlesticks

On Friday night, Max invited some of his closest buddies to Fiddlesticks for a little "boys only" shindig. Miniature golf, video games, bumper boats, and go-carts...everything a bunch of eight-year-olds would love! Happy Birthday, Max!