Yea! Spring Break! Fun outside! Whoo hoo!
Ummmm, no. I'd been looking forward to spending some time outside, hopefully on my mountain bike, but the amount of rain we've had lately ended those hopes. Instead, I spent most of Thursday sorting through a huge basket filled with old insurance EOBs, kids' school papers, bank statements, and assorted stuff that you must save looking for the receipt for my brakes. No luck, though I did get 3 years' worth of paper filed away. I also took J swimming, which ended early after a kid vomited in the pool. Mmmmm. Spring break was off to a rolicking start.
Friday morning, we were greeted with this:
|Hail. Awesome. Did I mention our garage door is broken?|
Unfortunately, that friendly weather was only temporary. Friday night found us in the basement with tornado sirens going off. Thankfully, the area where I live was spared, but cities and towns around us sustained some major damage. Lambert Airport in St. Louis was closed for a day while they cleaned up all of the damage there. Check out the picture I took of the Fox2 news broadcast. That shuttle bus is not supposed to be there. They also showed a picture of softball-sized hail. Thank goodness that missed us!
|Note some of my birthday balloons still rolling around|
Saturday and Sunday we enjoyed Easter celebrations with first my family and then Jeff's. Before church on Sunday, I managed to get in 6 of my 8 scheduled miles...and that's my last "long" run before the marathon this coming Sunday. Now in addition to watching the local weather, I've begun obsessing over the weather forecast for LaCrosse, Wisconsin. Right now it looks like high of 51 and rainy. If you have advice on how to dress for that, please share it with me.
Now, my family is suitably slacker-ish about holiday celebrations. We're there for the food, the company, and maybe the trivia. Jeff's family, on the other hand, goes all out. (Exhibits 1 and 2: our Halloween party and family costumes). This is fun, if you are the target of such holiday festivities; for example, my birthday balloons, or if you aren't the person sewing costumes or hiding eggs. Ah, hiding eggs....I really couldn't say express my feelings about Easter egg hunts better than Cheeseboy's recent post Easter Egg Hunts: Pure Evil.
|Back yard picture to break up the text|
Now you see 'em.....................now you don't.
Because my heels kept sinking into the ground, I spend egg hiding purgatory walking around like a drunken sailor, inwardly threatening If I sprain my ankle doing this and can't run the marathon.... If you're thinking to yourself that I could've just taken off the shoes, a) you're right and b) please don't interrupt my complaining with your common sense solutions again.
|Lots of eggs go into the plants...not sure how many come out...|
|Perhaps not this obvious|
|I love this picture. She has a beautiful flower garden.|
Well, not this girl. Not this year. After making sure that I got