Twins

The bird posting was a little disturbing to me (yes, I may have some issues when it comes to birds), so here's a much more fun posting.

Last week we had life group at our house. When Erin showed up we were wearing the same purple shirt. We both have such good taste!

The really funny thing is that Erin had worn the shirt the last time we had gone out to dinner with our husbands. I bought the shirt the day before we were both twins. Was I trying to copy Erin? I don't think so, but she's a great friend to maybe it was a subconscious thing.

If you know me very well, you know how I feel about birds. They're gross, dirty, do not belong near people and just really really freak me out! I saw this flyer posted on our mailbox last week and was speechless. You can't read the words very well in the picture, so this is what it says...

On January 18th, 2007, my bird named Joe got loose. Please contact me at 281.***.****. If you see him, call to him and he will answer to the name Joe or Pretty Baby.

If you already caught him, I am eternally grateful. Please call me immediately and I will come for him. This is his picture.

Reward offered!

I can't imagine how much money it would take for me to call to someone's lost bird so I could catch him and return him.

I have such serious questions about this person not just because they are looking for their lost bird, but because they actually had to write "This is his picture"! We'll who else's picture would be on the flyer? Big bird?

I've got to wrap this post up, because this dumb bird looking at me is gonna' give me nightmares.

Bored? Try this...

My sister sent me the link to this fun website. You can go to it, enter your name, and then it tells you how many people there are in the US with your name. Who knows how accurate it is, but it says there are only 4 people total in the country with my name.

How special are you?

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 4 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

On Sunday I ran the Houston Marathon for the third year in a row. Here are some of my random thoughts and observations from the 4 hours and 44 minutes I was running.

• That man has the biggest calves (or is it calfs when you are talking about a person?) I have ever seen. Seriously, above the knees he was normal, but each calf was probably the size of my thigh.
• This was my favorite sign along the way: "Run like you've got a cougar on you!" If this doesn't make you laugh, watch Talledega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby and then you will. I don't think that anyone I was running with at this point got it.
• There's a guy in a "I heart Hot Moms" t-shirt
  
• Where are all the Elvis runners this year?
• There's my fertility dr's office, followed by prayers for a baby.
• Man, this is tough followed by prayers for Laura and her family's safety in Bolivia. Plus prayers for God to do amazing things through them there. This made my trial seem pretty small.
• Here I go turning on to San Felipe. I guess Matthew and my parents missed me on Post Oak again. Oh well, I guess I'll see them again somewhere.
• There's the guy in the "I heart Hot Moms" t-shirt.
• Matthew, this iPod was the best Christmas gift ever.
• Mile 17: Ok...down to single digits left. I can do this!
• There's the guy in the "I heart Hot Moms" t-shirt.
• This is where I heard the girl singing Here I Am to Worship along with her iPod last year. I could really use that boost right now. I wonder if she is running again this year?
• Mile 20: Wall...what wall?
• Sorry Sean, but there's no way you could run this whole thing without any training!
• Imodium, don't fail me now!
• I have the best friends in the world! They were really amazing to send me all the treats they did this week.
• Mile 21: oh, this wall!
• Its ok to be hurting. Lance Armstrong was hurting at this point too when he ran his marathon.
• There's the guy in the "I heart Hot Moms" t-shirt.
  
• Mile 22: Do I dare look down at my right shoe? My big toe hurts and I'm afraid I might be leaving a train of blood.
• There they are! Hi Matthew! Hi Mom! Hi Dad!
• Mile 26: Where did I park my car again?!?
• There's the guy in the "I heart Hot Moms" t-shirt. AGAIN! Is he trying to spot all the hot moms?
  
• Mile 26.2: I did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rocket Encounter

Today was an exciting day for me. As part of the marathon tomorrow, I had to go to the GRB convention center to get my race packet. I knew that Roger Clemens would be making an appearance at the Expo. The expo was officialled called the Roger Clemens Memorial Hermann Sports Medicine Expo or something like that. I thought it would be cool to see him, but didn't put much more thought into it than that.

While I was walking through the crowd and exhibits, I saw a big Memorial Hermann area in the middle. As I looked closer I saw a especially large gathering there and then noticed Roger Clemens himself standing in the middle of it all. I thought cool, I can tell my family that I saw Roger and went on to get the rest of my stuff.

Fast forward a few minutes. I'm getting ready to walk out when I see my friend from church, Frank Brown, near the Memorial Hermann area. Frank is a good friend of ours from church, so I headed that way to say hi. As I'm walking closer I see that he is in the midst of a conversation with you guessed it, ROGER CLEMENS. My heart starts racing because I realize I now have a chance to actually meet Roger! I quickly planned my strategy. I walked up close to the rope that was separating Frank and Roger from the regular people. I stood there waiting and sending mental messages to Frank hoping he'll see me. Thankfully, Frank was listening. He looked up, saw me and waved for me to come over. As I walked up, someone actually pulled down the rope keeping the crowd back so that I could walk in where Roger was.

The rest was great. Frank introduced me to Roger Clemens and his agent, Randy Hendricks. I go to shake Roger's hand. He commended me for running the marathon. I wish I could say that I had something great to say to him. That I said something to make him come back to the Astros to pitch this year, but I didn't. I just said how great it was to meet him as my heart beat faster than I ever imagined it would.

Looking back on it, it is a big boost to think that I am competing in an athletic event that an athlete like Roger Clemens is impressed by!

On that, I'm off to bed with a stomach full of carbs to get a few hours of sleep before my big morning.