Random, dude, stoke, running, and kid post.

Just me

The surf has been up here, and when that happens, our lives revolve around it. That and football. And marching band. And swim team. But mostly surfing. Surfing, surfing, surfing. My upper body has really benefited from this, and I have shed so much weight that none of my clothes fit. This is a good thing, unless you hate shopping, which I do. Lucky for me I have a friend that sent me some of the best jeans I have ever owned…..Current Elliots. I love the way they fit, but feel like I need to lock them in a safe with my best jewelry when I leave the house. I want a pair for every day of the week, but that would total more than our house payment, so Bill might gawk at that. Seriously, I used to think jeans priced that high were a rip off, but now I have seen the light and realize that well made clothing sometimes does cost big bucks. They make my $12 Forever 21 jeans look like flour sacks. I will be Forever Grateful to receive hand-me-downs from best friends with good taste in clothing.

Me in jeans that cost more than a trip to the dentist.

Moving on…Let’s see….remember the 1/2 marathon? I actually raced it and finished. I think my official time was 2:54. A 75 yo woman beat me, but HEY! I finished. It was a tough run with some uphills that that were so brutal, I ended up losing a toenail from the pounding going down. My shoe just pulled that sucker up and several days later my nail bed was black and it finally fell off while surfing on Sunday. I look hawt in flip flops now. That combined with all the bruises on my body from getting hit by my board and I am smoooookin’ hawt.

Ida moved into the Gulf of Mexico early this week and the surf went off. There were days I was paddling out into surf that was over my head when I stood up. It spooked me a couple of times, especially when these monsters would roll through when I was next to the pier…..by myself (which is creepy) because there were only a handful of people out at that point (no one where I was) that were stupid enough to try and fight the white water and current. They call it Victory At Sea Conditions. Waves that were well over your head when standing up. I got worked over hard by one out to the side of the t-head at the pier, and it hit me so hard, my feet touched the bottom. I would imagine it is at least 10 feet deep there. Then I got swept down the beach by the current, so I called it a day. It certainly had me stoked though.

In kid news, Mia is riding her bike without training wheels,
We don't need no training wheels, babies!

All three boys had a birthday, so I am now the mother of a 15yo, 12yo, 9yo and 5yo. We change numbers around here with daylight savings time.

Also, Bill grew a moustache and changed his name to Sancho.

Sancho treek or treeted.

The End of the most random post I have ever written. Todo bueno!