Friday, December 25, 2009
On December 10, the folks at my office threw us a party. Oh what fun!
Below are a few pictures from this party. A bunch of the folks went in together and got my carseat. They had my sister-in-law steal my keys and they strapped it in the car. It was so weird seeing that little seat back there.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
So, I know this may seem like a strange question to ask. I love powdered donuts, and hamburgers, and fried chicken, and well you get the picture. My love for food does not revolve around vegetables. They are good, but they are no match for a thick slice of cheesecake.
They say that you should not "live to eat" but rather you should "eat to live." What? I like food. I live in South Louisiana where food is a part of the culture. Can you imagine having a family get together that is not centered entirely on food? And on top of being born and raised in Louisiana, I was also born and raised Baptist! Oh there is no hope for me (or my waistline for that matter). Is there any other religion in this world that openly jokes about all the church members being total gluttons? I won't get on that soapbox for now, but really. You get the picture. No hope.
And on top of all of that, it's Christmastime. What do you do during the holiday season…eat, and eat, and then eat some more. It's all so yummy, but man, that's a lot of food!
Lots of people have commented on my running. They say "I can't do it" or "running is too hard." I say "you're wrong!" Anyone can do this! And there are lots of benefits to running…and it's not just so you can eat whatever you want.
I was reading one of my favorite columns in one of my favorite magazines Runners World, called The Newbie Chronicles. It's basically a column written by a guy who is fairly new to running. The author, Marc Parent, is hilarious. You need to go online and check out some of his past articles. I read this month's edition titled "Unexpected Upsides" where he talks about all the benefits of being a runner.
In the end he has this amazing quote, and I just have to share it with you…
"When you sleep, you snore. When you run, you dream."
It's so true. When I'm out on one of my long runs, I have this time to myself. I'm free to think, plan, create to-do lists, and dream.
Below is an excerpt from this article…this is exactly what I'm thinking when I run…
"If I keep this up, I'll never grow old! I'll do a marathon by the spring! I'll never get sick! If I keep going, I'll flush my toxins and my sloth and my temptations and my bad habits! Terrible things will never happen to me! If they do, I'll have the stamina to crush them. If I keep this up, I'll grow better looking with age! I'll be the smartest person in the room! I'll be admired and never envied, respected and never feared, loved and never pitied. If I keep this up I can have hamburgers! Hamburgers!! I can eat chicken with the skin on and fried bread with powdered sugar and sprinkles and extra nuts and chocolate sauce! If keep this up I'll never need glasses or crowns or joint replacements. I won't need surgery of any kind – I'll rewire my DNA and nullify every genetic deficiency! If I keep it going, I can have it all! I already do! If I can keep running and never stop, I'll live forever…"
Note to the Pourciau Family: I'm hoping you read this one! I'm expecting to hear about it every time you stop off at The Hole on Saturday mornings. I'm running just so I can have my two chocolate donuts and my chocolate milk with you on Saturdays!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
We have been working hard over the past few weeks getting the house ready for a child (I'm trying not to say much about him...but it's just so hard....I'll give you this, he's going to be home by Spring, and he's about 18 months old now).
Over the past few weeks, we have cleaned out almost every room in the house...this is my favorite! (Thanks Meme and Big Al for the bedding!!)
We've also had lots of help preparing for our new little addition. We had our first baby/toddler shower on December 5 in Walker, Louisiana, at Jace's cousin's house. Below are a few pictures from this wonderful party.
Cute dishes from the Sheltons...so sweet. And the quilt was made espeically for our little man by his Aunt Carla (or Carly as he will call her...I'm not certain on that spelling, so feel free to correct me).
The Baby Jogger. Oh yes...I don't have to give up my running thanks to the best in-laws on the planet.
Both of our parents decided to give us used gifts at the shower....Jace's parents passed down a cute pair of rubber boots, and my parents passed down a handmade blanket.
Unfortunately, I don't remember who made the cake (if someone else remembers, leave a comment...give a shoutout!). It was so cute! And VERY tasty!
The Hostesses! Katie (with Katherine), Stephanie, and Tricia.
One of our little guys Great Grandmothers, Abbah.
The Grandmothers...Meme (my mom) and Nan (Jace's mom).
My mom and younger sister, Mitzi, drove down from North Louisiana after the snow storm (they left at around 4am to make the party). I have a great family!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Ok. So when we purchased the furniture for our little guy's room, we opted to pick it up rather than have the furniture store deliver it to us. This is much more convenient for us…no waiting around for hours waiting for the furniture truck to arrive. No need to take off of work. You get the picture.
They called me last week and told me that our furniture would arrive on Dec. 2. It was raining that day, so I decided to wait a couple of days to bring the furniture home. I drove Jace's truck to work today in order to pick up the furniture.
We bought a twin bed frame (including headboard and footboard), a twin mattress, and a chest of drawers. This should be super easy to get loaded and drive home, or so I thought.
Well the furniture store pick up department closes at 5pm. I normally get off work at 4, and it usually takes me about 35 minutes to make it to the furniture store. Today was not a normal day at work, of course. It never is on the day you need it to be. I left the office at 4:30 and while pulling out of the parking lot, I called the furniture store. I explained that I was running late and they agreed to wait on me. So nice of them.
When I get there, a guy wearing a tie helps load the furniture into my truck. That should have been the first clue that this was not going to work out well. He did an ok job with the tie straps I brought with me. Everything appeared to be secure, well that is until I got on the interstate doing about 70 mph. The chest of drawers fell over on top of the bed frame which was sitting on top of the headboard/footboard. All of these items are in boxes, but I'm still freaking out. What do you do? I'm on the interstate. You can't just pull over on the interstate!? So I drive slowly to the next exit. This may have been more terrifying than being stopped on the side of the interstate. Louisiana drivers do not like a slow driver.
The exit I get off on is Airline Hwy. It is a four lane highway with a median. Not much better than the interstate, but the cars are moving a little slower and it has a good sized shoulder. I get out of the truck and assess the damage. It appears that nothing is broken, just one of the ties came loose and the chest fell over. I stood the chest back up and proceeded to undo the tie so that I could make it more secure. I've never actually had to work one of these fancy tie straps before. Jace always takes care of that for me, but I'm alone, on the side of Airline Hwy, with a truck full of furniture for my little man. I have to get this stuff home safely.
After about 45 minutes of climbing in and out of the truck (in my work clothes, wearing my nice jacket, and it's very cold outside too!!), moving around the furniture, changing out the straps, stopping only long enough to say a few not so nice words at these stupid fancy strap things that hate me, I managed to secure all the furniture once again.
I did not mention this to Jace when I told him the story…and I know he doesn't really read my blog, so I feel pretty safe that he may never find out…but sometime during that 45 minutes of being stuck on the side of the road trying to tie down my furniture, a strange SUV type car happens to "break down" on the other side of Airline Hwy. As if I'm not freaked out enough by the fact that I may have just ruined all my child's new furniture, now I'm going to die, and no one will know where to find me. Ok…so maybe I was being a bit dramatic, but it was so dark, and sort of scary. I hurried as fast as those stupid straps and my frozen hands would allow.
Well obviously I made it home in one piece…I'm writing this blog right?
The furniture survived as well. There is one small scratch on the back of the chest of drawers; no one will ever see that, so all is well.
We are working on getting it all setup tonight, so look for pictures later.