Good morning, everyone!
Or afternoon... or evening... or middle of the night. Or, ya know, whenever you read this.
Today I'm going to be in Lincoln most of the day because Mike and I both have interviews. Second interviews, to be exact. It'd be awesome if you could pray or keep your fingers crossed (or both) for us. Please and thank you.
I'm going to be a Lame Lionel (just made that up - I think it's going to be bigger than "Debbie Downer") and just give you a post chock full of pictures from my favorite day of our vacation - Saturday.
Summary: We hiked a little over 3 miles to the top of Harney Peak, and ran a little over 3 miles to the bottom. We did the entire hike in a little under 2.5 hours. I realize that's not that great, but keep in mind I went a little camera happy the entire way up and made us stop exactly one billion times. You'll see just a few of those pictures right... meow.
Kym and English - they won the 7,500 awesome points.
Here's Kym's story:
Johnny and I were working out together yesterday, doing some cardio indoors because it was too dang hot to do anything outside.
At this juncture, it's important to note that we have a lot of clutter.
We were in the middle of doing this weird side run move, when I suddenly tripped over my own feet and went flying backwards right into a corner full of clutter which included but is not limited to: a guitar, our printer, a professionally framed certificate (in bubble wrap, thank goodness!), a pile of magazines, a cardboard box of random crap, a bunch of license plates(?!), and some heavy dumbells.
I've never seen my boyfriend move so fast to come pick me up. It kind of hurt, thanks mostly to that really sturdy, yet very sharp frame, and I walked away with only a few scratches and bruises on my back. Sadly, I can't say the same for the printer. It sustained some permanent (yet happily non-fatal) injuries.
And here's English's:
I, in all my wisdom and well meant intentions, decided to take not only my own two pups with me on my run, but also the two dogs I'm pet sitting. Four dogs. While running. My wisdom is obviously failing me.
We take the dirt path through the woods, and all four are behaving themselves very well, I'm mentally patting myself on the back for being so smart, and enjoying the beautiful German weather. Then. Tetris comes to a dead stop because she smells something. Rita decides to bolt around my legs to smell what Tetris smells. Ninja & Sass keep running. I fall flat on my face, completely tangled in leashes, and covered in mud. We didn't finish the run. I came home and cried while taking a shower...not because the fall hurt, but because sometimes it sucks to be so dumb.
Apparently I'm a horrible person and laugh when people fall on their faces. Or butts.