So...

Is anyone still here? Thinking about writing some posts again, either here or somewhere else. Let me know if this finds you.

Not sure if I'll be back

Whatever I used to get out of this blog, I no longer do.

I don't want to talk about my life, frustrations, successes, failures, love, music, trips, kids, and on and on.

That's not true. I do want to talk about all of those things. But I only want to talk about those things with people, my friends, my family, in person. I want connection, reciprocity.

And some of you are those people. So for you, nothing will really change.

You can still look forward to my rambling texts, emails, phone calls, Tweets and whatever other tools I can find to harass you.

And if you're not one of those people, why aren't you?

Last update until who knows when:

My new long-distance running record is nine miles! Whew. That isn't easy. Next Saturday is 10, so that's something.

We're headed to Farm Aid this weekend where we will be in the FIFTH row. Only FIVE rows will be between me and Dave Matthews.

I've been given a new role at work. It's exciting. I want to do it really well. Unfortunately, it's going to be uncomfortable for a little while. I wish that wasn't the case and I'm not exactly sure what I can do to make it better.

Remember the peacock? We have another bird now and it's awesome.

Spotify is my new favorite thing on the intertwines.

Our other upcoming concerts are Rosanne Cash, Wynton Marsalis and Chris Isaak.

My new favorite show is Raising Hope.

What else? Not sure.

But you know where to find me.

On being apathetic

I have nothing but apathy about this blog these past (many) days.

If I was a really good blogger, I would have told you about:

When I really did sign up for the half marathon training.

My trip to Atlanta.

Our 10th wedding anniversary.

My one year anniversary of running.

The major reconfiguration at work.

Our trip to New Mexico.

Forgetting to pack my running shoes for New Mexico and how I felt like crying because I wasn't going to be able to run. But then how I bought a new pair there because I'm that person now.

How I beat my personal record and ran 19 miles in one week.

How I found out I've seen DMB perform 117 different songs, with a grand total of 438 songs.

How happy I am that Big Brother is back on even though it may be the most ridiculous show on television. I LOVE IT.

My trip to Pittsburgh this week.

How I haven't had a sip of soda since I said I was giving up on April 4.

That I'm on week 10 or so of the great vegan experiment.

But I didn't tell you about any of those things.

The great things about moms, or at least my mom

Answers like this when asking if there is actually butter in plum butter.

"Short and sweet: Fruit butter means the fruit is mashed/ground till smooth then boiled and sweetened till thick. Nope no butter. Jam on the other hand has chunks of fruit in it. Jelly is only juice."

I don't think I knew any of those things.

But now I do.

On being ridiculously grateful

This is an aerial view of post-tornado Joplin.

See the brown path of destruction going left to right?

My sister was in her house along that red line in that area I circled in black.



Holy Shit.

Seriously.