So I suck at the everyday thankful posts. ARE YOU HONESTLY SURPRISED?!
I didn't think so.
The truth is, I'm thankful for a lot of things. Things like my mom, and my dad, and my kids who are so inappropriately cute that it's almost painful to look at them with the naked eye. Those kinds of things.
I'm also thankful for The Sister Wives (we have a new TV and how fracking cute/sweet/normal/crrrazy are they?), and that I passed the personal trainer certification test last Friday. Because holy shiz, that thing was hard. I'm not a science-minded kind of girl, so the fact that the direction your pelvis tilts is related to the strength of your hamstrings is attached to the flexibility of your lower back makes about as much sense to me as this sentence:
I sweater on top the next day's frosted bun topples minute.
Just imagine one-hundred-fifty of these sentences with a question mark at the end and four different choices.
But somehow, by the Grace of God, the favors of my mother, and the gajillion tutorials from Jared, I passed. When that passing score popped up on the computer screen, I looked up at the proctor all teary-eyed and whispered, "I passed." She gave me a brief little should hug and said, "Congratulations. You'll be a great TSA agent."
I actually think it was the short, balding guy in the work boots who was taking the TSA agent test, which is fine--he looked more than innocent enough to pat me down.
And with that, I'll leave you with a random smattering of pictures from my memory card.
My friend Misty holding a cake:
One of my dearest friend Megan wearing a ball gown in a bowling alley:
Cutie kids on Halloween. That cowboy costume was one of the first-ever posts on this blog:
My Train for the Trot runners. I smell a lot of Thanksgiving Day PRs coming on:
And my pregnant friends Marcie and Nicole on Halloween. Actually, Marcie popped out an 11 pound 10 ounce baby yesterday:
Hope you're having a good Wednesday!