Wedding bells for Brittany

Today was a busy day. First, get the running thing out of the way. 2 1/2 miles. Done. Had to put bandaids on my heels and wear a different pair of sneaks, but I can deal. The blisters are healing, ever so sloooowwwwly. Wash car. Check. Housework (boring, but let's face it, it doesn't do itself). Check. Then it was time to get all dolled up for a wedding. My hair stylist was gettin' herself hitched today and lil ole me was invited. Aww


Meet the bride and groom: Brittany and Tim

Brittany has an identical twin and she was the maid of honor. Aww presh! (sorry, no pic)

Bridgett went with me cuz Anthony hates weddings and had plans with a friend. I knew better than to try to drag him to an out of town wedding during college football season on a Saturday afternoon anyway. LOL

Don't let life pass ya by

So the old saying goes "take time to stop and smell the roses," right? Well, at this time of year I think we should change it to "take time to stop and enjoy the fall color" or somethin' like that.

Today on the way back to work from the gym I had to take "the scenic route" so I could drive by this here tree. It's just startin' to show off its gorgeous fall colors. I took this pic with my cell phone from the car...and before you start fussing, I stopped and made sure traffic was clear.

I know we're not supposed to covet, but I sure do wish this little guy lived in MY YARD! :-)

And seriously folks, does anyone know how long these stinkin' blisters are gonna hurt me on my heels?! I tried to go running today and the pain was still there. UGH! Had to do the elliptical instead (borrrring!)...

Walk for your HEELth

Whew! I'm proud to be able to sit here and type I SURVIVED this day. It was one of those where I was constantly interrupted and had tons of little, time-consuming tasks.

On Wednesdays I usually do a yoga class at the gym at lunch, but today I couldn't go because I had to go across town to the Barrel to pick up lunch for one of our attorneys here from Chicago to prep a company employee for trial and another for her deposition. I'm not complaining about having to do that pseudo-secretarial task because A) I'm thankful for my job, and B) I'm not too good to do anything. Doesn't the Bible speak of having a servant heart?

When I got lunch delivered, my friend Kelly invited me to walk with her in a neighborhood across from the gym. I jumped at the chance because let's face it, we've had some gorgeous weather lately and the trees are just showing off these days. So off we went. Well we're both dummies because neither of us had socks. But I walk with no socks all the time around campus on breaks, so I thought, eh, whatev.

Toward the end of our 30 minute hilly walk among the nice, majestic homes and beautiful mature trees I told Kelly that my shoes were rubbing my heels pretty bad. She offered to swap sneaks (what a sweetheart), but I said nah, I'll be all right. But with every step, the burn intensified. I stopped and pulled on the back of my shoe and there it was - Blister Town and I was the mayor! Oww! I tried pushing the heels of my tennies down but ended up doing the rest of the walk barefoot. I bet I never forget socks again, huh?!

Random observation

Who cares how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie pop? Today I was more interested in the cute artwork on the wrapper. So I googled... if they have Googlers Anonymous, can someone please sign me up? Cuz I google daily. And to think, before 1998 we didn't know of Google or its marvelous powers. But I digress...as usual....

Ok, so back to the artwork. Apparently there are 33 kids who appear on the wrappers. Who knew?! Here's all of 'em (courtesy of some dude's website) -

So which one's your fave? The next time you have a Tootsie pop, have a :-) on me! 

Fantabulous Fall Fun

Disclaimer: This post contains lotsa pics! You may experience short bursts of eye fatigue, and your smilin' muscles may hurt.

Saturday was the annual fall cookout at my inlaws. Of course, y'all know it's tryin' to be summer (around 90 degrees the last few days) so we didn't have the campfire. We still ate puh-lenty of good food and had a good time. And the hayride was a go. Always glad for that!

 

                    Boys will be boys....

Pickin' pears

Wouldn't ya love to know what this meeting was about?

                                                    Terry got out some pics of the ancestors...   

There was bbq, hot dogs and even some fried quail. I tried it... and as they say, "it tastes like chicken to me." Christy and I weren't too good at ladder ball, redneck golf, whatever ya wanna call it. Anthony became quite the pro at cornhole apparently. He and Stacy beat every team they played. The kids enjoyed fighting over Bryson's new puppy Sammy. The grown ups mostly sat around and talked. It was a really fun shindig, no matter what you did or didn't do...