what's there to blog about??

Why does it feel like a zillion years has past since I blogged last?  I haven't blogged because I've been busy and because for some odd reason I feel like I should have something earth shattering or at least mentally deep to write about.  And sometimes you just really don't need to know what's going on in this head.  No really, you don't want to know.

Anywho--I went recently found a bunch of photos and realized that:

laying in the grass with your puppers is awesome.

Cally has this thing for sitting on the step

Puppies are like siblings and will only touch each other on accident and only barely at that

it's handy to have someone help you garden

my brother's cell phone is almost the size of a calculator

I golf with jolly rancher wrappers in my shoes

I'm sure there's some deep stuff there somewhere.  I'll let you find it if you dare....

National Day of Running Fail (aka the foot post)

Yesterday was the national day of running.  I had every intention of going for a run yesterday morning.  I got up early and put on my little running skirt, my sunscreen, grabbed my iPod and was totally set.  Until I put my shoes on.  I don't have new shoes, in fact the pair I have still have some mile to go before I trade them in. Can you do that?  If not, you should be able to do that.  Just like cars.  At least give me a portion of my purchase price back-right??

Anyway, there was obviously nothing wrong with my shoes, but rather my feet.

Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of the back of your feet?

I played golf the night before where I shot a "Paula low record" of 53, (look for me on tour soon-or not)  and I had on my golf sandals that gave me two beautiful blisters on the back of my heels.  So when I put my tenny runners on-it hurt like H-E-double hockey sticks.  I did the ol' XLMIC trick of popping them and doing the band aid thing, but I really didn't want to chance ripping up my tender skin any more than  it was already massacred.  The biggest reason was because I'm running the pups this weekend and I didn't want to be all gimpy on the course.  I totally failed at running on the national day of running.  Kudos to those of you who went out and rocked it-I'm proud of you!

I did want to get a work out in though.  I hoped that if I did some biking, it wouldn't bother my blistered bunny feet.  My clip shoes made me aware that I had some tender areas but seemed ok enough, so I took Eeyore out for a jaunt.  The toughest part was that I'd put 13.5 miles on the day before (yes and golfed on the same day-'cause I'm crazy like that) in a mere 47 minutes.  (you do the math to figure out my pace-I'm not gonna tell!)   So to ride bike a second day was tough on my trashed legs, (because running wouldn't be?) but at least my feet didn't hurt!

Eeyore left a love mark

The other reason I need my feet to be back to normal is because of my newest acquisition.  My friend Pammy held a gun to my head (for real-right there in the store-it was shocking!) and MADE me buy these--

They're completely impractical, and totally abnormal for my foot wear choices (minus one pair of leopard heels).  I LOVE them.  Plus when I wear them, I'm taller than Mr. P-hee hee.  I was feeling a little silly about the buying these crazy FMP's but I've decided that-(those of you who are related to me may want to close your eyes here and stop reading now)- I'm going to wear them as lingerie.  Actually I informed the sales guy my intention of boudoir footwear and he just laughed.  As I walked away, he said "I hope your husband enjoys your new shoes!"  Seriously?  How could he not?