Hi, sorry for the second post today. this'll be super quick.
Zennon has decided that some of us need to sing I Am Not Yours, from last year. (Remember in my post about Spring, i said that Mr. Shank (TAKE THAT, GOOGLE ALERTS!) had used Sara Teasdale poetry, and if could you say I Am Not Yours? yeah. we're singing that. epic excitement. it's so pretty. that's all. until later, gators.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Courage and Valor (And All Things Cute)
Information time!The Ray Downey Courage and Valor medal is a medal awarded to fireman who have shown... you guessed it, courage and valor. the firemen (and sometimes their families) do an annual run, the Courage and Valor 5K Walk/Run, to raise money for the fireman who is awarded the medal. (The stories are really neat. http://www.courageandvalor.com/ has the last few years.)
My Daddy is a fireman.
(in case you missed it, at some point.)
So, yesterday, i got home from school and found out that Dad was going to go do the Courage and Valor 5K. and my mother was going too. (She's trying to lose weight, and her Weight Watcher group has decided that they each have to do a 5K within ten weeks.)
so she was like, Caitie, your father won't walk with me. he wants to run it. will you come?
So i did. Dad was disappointed. apparently, he wanted to recruit me to run with him so he'd have someone to run with. this is the part of the story where i inform you of some stuff.
1) Dad's on a new kick, where he wants to train me to run with him, since neither of the boys will.
2) a few years ago, i damaged my knee. if i run too much, my kneecap hits the bone underneath it and bruises it. this is mildly painful, and really annoying. i don't run too much, but i miss it, i'd like to get back to it.
3) i haven't gone running in a while.
4) Dad has decided, now, that i am going to run a 5K with him in June. a night run.
5) i'm always up for a challenge.
back to the Courage and Valor Walk/Run. This is the part of the blog where i shamelessly stroke my ego. sorry, guys. so, on the way there, Dad informs me that he has only one rule for this.
No talking to any of the firemen except him.
Me: -blinks- what?
Mom: you're too cute.
Dad: firemen are bad. (i'm paraphrasing, here)
Me: you guys are ridiculous.
so, we get there and start, and Mom and i are keeping up a nice pace in the back. (By nice pace, i do mean that i didn't sweat too much and desperately wanted to catch up with my Daddy.)
Right behind us were the guys in their turnouts. As we started, one of the guys said, "We better get going." and they started shuffle running. and then one looks at the other and goes, "We get to cut corners, right? we should totally cut corners."
i laughed a lot. firemen are the best. =]
anyway. Dad was up ahead, running with some people. they asked who he was there with, and he goes, "My wife and daughter." and described/pointed us out.
their response? (this is the shameless part, i shouldn't tell you.)
"Wait, the redhead belongs to you? She's cuuuuuuute."
and they weren't kidding. =]
i know, i know, i should stop, but come on, guys. how often am i really narcissistic? not often. and it's my blog. so shh.
i texted Jo and told her.
her response? "Well, duh, you're adorable. But they can't have you, because Ray and I have a hard enough time sharing you just between two of us."
i want to know when they've been having a hard time. she's been in Kentucky.
all right. so, tonight, Maggie and Tom and i are going out. (PARTAY!) actually, China's Best and a movie, i think.
Ray has a game tomorrow, though. at least one. it's away. i might skip the movie to go hang out with him, instead, tonight, since i won't get to see him tomorrow. i'm still deciding.
then, soccer game tomorrow. i'll take pictures of my kids, they're so freaking cute. then... hopefully, i won't have to mow. (HAAAAAAAATE)
Sunday, GLORY is singing, so i won't be at church. correction, i won't be at Hope, i'll be with the crazy Methodists. (i love me some Methodists.)
and then... Jesus Christ Superstar starts. -giggles ridiculously-
I'M SO EXCITED.
sorry, sorry, i'm cool, i'm cool.
We're doing a read through. if you're a music person, you're scratching your head right now. Yes, i know it's a rock opera. Alison is CALLING it a read through. really, we're watching the movie.
and i got my script yesterday. holyohmystars, i'm so happy.
i still honestly can't really believe i'm Mary.
holy. oh. my. stars.
i'm Mary. =]
(Logan is Jesus, by the way. Ray is Peter, which means he and i get to sing a duet. :D)
okay, i'll stop freaking out now. i'm just really excited. I'm Mary Magdalene. holyohmystars.
i'm sorry, i'll stop. really. :D
My Daddy is a fireman.
(in case you missed it, at some point.)So, yesterday, i got home from school and found out that Dad was going to go do the Courage and Valor 5K. and my mother was going too. (She's trying to lose weight, and her Weight Watcher group has decided that they each have to do a 5K within ten weeks.)
so she was like, Caitie, your father won't walk with me. he wants to run it. will you come?
So i did. Dad was disappointed. apparently, he wanted to recruit me to run with him so he'd have someone to run with. this is the part of the story where i inform you of some stuff.
1) Dad's on a new kick, where he wants to train me to run with him, since neither of the boys will.
2) a few years ago, i damaged my knee. if i run too much, my kneecap hits the bone underneath it and bruises it. this is mildly painful, and really annoying. i don't run too much, but i miss it, i'd like to get back to it.
3) i haven't gone running in a while.
4) Dad has decided, now, that i am going to run a 5K with him in June. a night run.
5) i'm always up for a challenge.
Guess who's going running tonight? i'd rather not embarrass myself too badly. Dad's good at keeping me motivated, but still. i'd like to be KIND of in better shape. so i'm going to take a run tonight, just around the neighborhood. i'll take my music. it'll be exciting. also, i got a shirt. it's huge. i'm going to have to figure out what to do with it. (i think i'll wear it with leggings. i have a red belt somewhere, so that'll work nicely. i'm wearing it today with capris, but it's just so big, i'm swimming. Ray's only comment was "You have bad luck with t-shirts", so i tied it up with a hairband. i like it a little better now. but it just looks so darn cool! Here's a pic of the front.)
(Nifty, right? i like it a lot. sorry, i took it with my nifty little laptop cam thing, so the picture sucks. =])
(Nifty, right? i like it a lot. sorry, i took it with my nifty little laptop cam thing, so the picture sucks. =])back to the Courage and Valor Walk/Run. This is the part of the blog where i shamelessly stroke my ego. sorry, guys. so, on the way there, Dad informs me that he has only one rule for this.
No talking to any of the firemen except him.
Me: -blinks- what?
Mom: you're too cute.
Dad: firemen are bad. (i'm paraphrasing, here)
Me: you guys are ridiculous.
so, we get there and start, and Mom and i are keeping up a nice pace in the back. (By nice pace, i do mean that i didn't sweat too much and desperately wanted to catch up with my Daddy.)
Right behind us were the guys in their turnouts. As we started, one of the guys said, "We better get going." and they started shuffle running. and then one looks at the other and goes, "We get to cut corners, right? we should totally cut corners."
i laughed a lot. firemen are the best. =]
anyway. Dad was up ahead, running with some people. they asked who he was there with, and he goes, "My wife and daughter." and described/pointed us out.
their response? (this is the shameless part, i shouldn't tell you.)
"Wait, the redhead belongs to you? She's cuuuuuuute."
and they weren't kidding. =]
i know, i know, i should stop, but come on, guys. how often am i really narcissistic? not often. and it's my blog. so shh.
i texted Jo and told her.
her response? "Well, duh, you're adorable. But they can't have you, because Ray and I have a hard enough time sharing you just between two of us."
i want to know when they've been having a hard time. she's been in Kentucky.
all right. so, tonight, Maggie and Tom and i are going out. (PARTAY!) actually, China's Best and a movie, i think.
Ray has a game tomorrow, though. at least one. it's away. i might skip the movie to go hang out with him, instead, tonight, since i won't get to see him tomorrow. i'm still deciding.
then, soccer game tomorrow. i'll take pictures of my kids, they're so freaking cute. then... hopefully, i won't have to mow. (HAAAAAAAATE)
Sunday, GLORY is singing, so i won't be at church. correction, i won't be at Hope, i'll be with the crazy Methodists. (i love me some Methodists.)
and then... Jesus Christ Superstar starts. -giggles ridiculously-
I'M SO EXCITED.
sorry, sorry, i'm cool, i'm cool.
We're doing a read through. if you're a music person, you're scratching your head right now. Yes, i know it's a rock opera. Alison is CALLING it a read through. really, we're watching the movie.
and i got my script yesterday. holyohmystars, i'm so happy.
i still honestly can't really believe i'm Mary.
holy. oh. my. stars.
i'm Mary. =]
(Logan is Jesus, by the way. Ray is Peter, which means he and i get to sing a duet. :D)
okay, i'll stop freaking out now. i'm just really excited. I'm Mary Magdalene. holyohmystars.
i'm sorry, i'll stop. really. :D
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