A couple weeks ago, John stood in the laundry room folding yet another pile of teeny-tiny onesies while I cleaned the kitchen. Seemingly out of the blue, he turned to me and asked, "Are you ever going to write about Emmett? All the stuff at the end?" I answered as honestly as I could. "It's too hard." And it is. It still is. The thing is, the end has to be separated from the rest. The
Healthy Dog, Healthy(ish) Me: Have I Mentioned I HATE Running? (Alternate title: Will Run for Tacos)
Here's what I've discovered about exercise: It is really, really hard to get in shape, but it is really, really easy to fall out of shape. Unfair. Seriously, though, it took me and Cooper (well, me... Cooper's fine...) two times through the C25K training app before we (I) were able to complete a 5k. Then life got crazy, and yesterday we (I) were totally wrecked trying to run less than two
Healthy dog, healthy you… and the converse is true, too!
I'm granting myself some leniency here because it's been a helluva couple months. However. {{This post brought to you by Cooper getting up and peeing in the living room at 4 AM! If that hadn't happened, I'd still be languishing lazily in my bed, you know, sleeping instead of writing this post! Thanks, Coop! Way to keep me on task, buddy!}} Several years ago, I alllllmost completed the C25K
Blogging about blogging shouldn’t be hard, yet here we are… (plus, free stickers!)
I’m fully prepared for you to tsktsktsk while shaking your head after I say this (famous last words, anyone?), but here goes: I think I’ve finally got a handle on… well, stuff. I mean, not entirely. But mostly. Or, partly anyway. {{Note: I wrote the draft of this post on my flight TO BlogPaws. Three weeks ago. I just needed to snap one pic to go with it. Just one. So, yeah.
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