You are SO grown up!

This is my handsome husband sleeping after a long day of work. Sweet dreams (wait is it really only 8 o'clock?). Thanks for all you do for us you little hard worker you! Love ya

5 Reasons I Love My Hubby

Tomorrow is our 5 year anniversary! Whats funny about that is I actually met my husband over 9 years ago. So 5 years is just part of the time we have spent together. We always laugh when we look back to when we met and realize that his little sister was just 10 years old. I want to take the time and let Scott know 5 of the many reasons why I LOVE HIM with all my heart!

1- He knows how to manage my crazy moods. He has witnessed both extremes of pure happiness and sadness and still sticks around!

2- He knows how to make me laugh. Most of you who know my husband know that he can be quite the comedian! We have laughed pretty hard together.

3- He supports me in whatever is most important to me. He's never missed a race, graduation, funeral, vacation, etc... I know he wants me to be happy!

4- He participates in our "talks". I always want to "just sit and talk". Although I know he would rather be watching T.V., he will usually humor me and "just sit and talk". I love these talks and hope we never stop doing it.

5- The final reason, is that he is an excellent Mario Tennis player. It is quite the challenge to compete against him but I have managed to win a few games. They can become pretty intense!

Most importantly I love Scott for everything we have been through the past 5 years. I have never felt more happiness or heartache for one person in my whole life. Scott means the world to me and I look forward to many more anniversaries in our future. I love you with all my heart babe! Happy Anniversary! More on the blacksters later...

Crazy OR Athletic?

OGDEN MARATHON

So my sister Angela and I completed our third marathon 3 weeks ago. The question is weather this is just craziness or that we are somehow athletic. I am leaning towards craziness! For those of you who have run a marathon know what I am talking about. My sister tells me its like having a baby. The pain increases with each step until you are dilated to a 10 then once the baby starts to come the pressure and pain releases. I don't remember in the race when the pain released but I do remember that I became delusional and numb. Maybe that is what she is talking about!? Beside the fact that I had major blisters and my friend skip with me (the bug I got in Turkey), the scenery was beautiful and I DID IT!!! Thanks for all the support from everyone. I needed it!

To add to my idea of this being craziness- I went and got a pedicure last week. I sat in the chair and put my feet in the water. A little Asian man (lets face it they are the best) came over and introduced himself. He was going to be doing my pedicure. He pulled my feet out of the water and looked at all my blisters on my feet. He looked at me and said "Why you have so many blisters?" I replied "I ran a marathon last week." He looked up at me and without saying anything I could tell he was thinking 'You crazy lady'. It was pretty clear he felt the beauty of my feet were far more important than a stupid marathon! More on the blacksters later...

8 years! We miss you Clark

We were reminded last Sunday of a day 8 years ago when we lost our brother in a car accident. We all miss him deeply and wish things were different but some times you are handed things that you figure out how to deal with. He left behind 2 beautiful children. Love you Lexi and Walker! We were also reminded of why he was in our lives for that short time. Clark was such a loving and kind person. He would do anything for anyone. Those who worked for him at the Copy Center got to experience this first hand. I loved going boating with him and his friends when I was little. They were crazy and always came home with something new that they had damaged! Clark could get so dark in the summer that he was often confused for another ethnicity! My mom use to scrub him when he was little to get off the "dirt" that was really his skin. Poor guy! You always knew when Clark was coming up the stairs because his ankle would pop with each step due to many injuries in his football years. Clark was such a great guy and to this day I still have people approach me and ask if I am a "Ford" and if I am "Clark's little sister". I am proud to say that he is a part of me and my family. Things have not been the same since that day 8 years ago but we will always remember you Clark- Love you! More on the blacksters later...