Disclaimer....

I wrote the next post on Saturday morning, but apparently, Blogger is unable to post from Grand Rapids. Or something...

I don't think Jesus wore cologne. But, I could be wrong.

I'm not particularly sure if I have ever been this excited for a Saturday in my life. Seriously- I'm so happy to not have to get up and run absurd amounts of miles that I can't sleep and I got up early. I haven't had a normal Friday night/Saturday morning in months AND tonight we get to turn the clocks back. It's like I've got another lease on life. I'm the luckiest girl alive. As for the marathon, the 26.2 miles that I definately ran last Sunday, it went fabulously. A whole load of us went to Chicago: Brian, Dan, and I to run, Ryan, Muca, Amy, and Liz to be our cheer team. It was a long way. And it was cold. But we got a lot of free stuff and we ran it 4:25 which was really good. Also, Brian and I quoted Will Ferrell a lot of the way which helped. What did NOT help was old people running the race and wearing short shorts that let all the saggy old skin hang out. Rock on old people, for running a marathon! Wear some freaking pants next time! SICK! Actually, I owe some of them a thank-you because I'd have to speed up to get around them so I didn't have to watch it for hours. Anyway, Dan got his foot x-rayed, Brian's on crutches, and my ankle is messed up, but other than that, everyone's fine... I'm glad I did it. I'm glad it's done. I'll post pictures later. Last night, Ryan and I went to a Halloween party. I basically hate Halloween. I don't like people to wear masks and dress up and make themselves look like fools. I REALLY don't like not being able to see people's faces. I think that at Disneyworld, it would be best if the people just wore the costumes from the neck down. Maybe they could paint their faces or something. I don't know. I always dress up like a fairy or a cowgirl or something because then I don't really have to wear a costume. I should have just gone as Skinny Girl this year. Now that I'm done with the marathon, everyone's comment is, "Now you can gain some weight back!" Thanks. Awesome. Anyway, at this party, there was this one guy there dressed like Jesus and it was a good costume. He really looked like all those pictures of Jesus you see in church. And he was walking around all serious among all of these crazy other costumes, like a giant hot dog and a penguin. And some guy with scrubs on, cotton balls glued to his shoulder, and a squirt gun?... So at this one point, costume Jesus gets blocked by this group of people and says really somber, "I parted the Red Sea. I will part you." And I laughed really hard. It was funny. And kind of sacreligious probably. Also, he smelled like really strong cologne. Which I'm not totally sure is authentic... Also funny, this guy dressed up like Robin fell down the stairs- flat out tumble rolled all the way down. Happy Halloween.

Thoughts at 9:46 on a Tuesday night.

To one of my students: "Would you rather have BBQ pork or a chicken sandwich for lunch?"
Student: "What's chicken?"

One of my students to me: "Ms. Hinshaw, I can tell that you are going to grow up and be a queen just like I am. We will both be queens when we grow up."

I am running a marathon this weekend. I am scheduling a pedicure as soon as the swelling goes down. In, like, a month. Also, I will be going out every Friday night from now until Christmas. Because I can. And I'll probably keep eating Qdoba and Coldstone's every weekend too. They give you a pass to do that stuff when you run the Chicago Marathon. It's, like, part of your $90 entry fee I think.

I wore my suede pants and a black Banana Republic button down to school today with my black heels. Your days are always better when you have black and suede on. I don't know what it is. Places should have black and suede days at work instead of jeans day. Jeans day makes me want to lay down on the couch and catch up on Grey's Anatomy season two which I bought even though I saw them all already. It does not make me want to think of how to explain to my kids what chicken is. I just told her to forget it and I put her down for the pork. (And I did the opposite for the kid who didn't know what pork was... *sigh*)

Ryan, Tyler, and I in GR.

Tyler, Oliver, and I. Laughing at something.

Jess and I- who I haven't seen in forever!

Ryan and my pumpkins. I made pumpkin seeds afterwards. They didn't taste very good. I left them at Ryan's. :)

Reasons why the Chicago Marathon needs to be done soon.

1. I can get pedicures again. Because my pinky toe has completely regenerated itself. It is the most disgusting thing. Ever.

2. I can wear heels on Saturday nights again. I've tried it a couple of nights, but it hurts like hell. Running 15-20 miles and then wearing heels is stupid. I'm stupid. I love heels.

3. I can go out on Friday nights. Or stay in and read until 2am. But not have to go to bed at 9pm so I can get up at 6 to run sick amounts of milage.

4. People will stop saying, "Uh, wow- You're super skinny..." all the time. Yes, I realize. It's more the decrease in bra size that has me upset. I don't got much to give, freaking marathon. So demanding.

5. I can sleep in on Saturdays. And by sleep in, I mean get up at 7:30am and play on iTunes, Myspace, and Facebook until 11:00.

6. I can hang out without limping, sleeping, or popping pills to counteract my body aches. It's a good thing I suffer through wearing heels. If I was a limping, drowsy, pill popper wearing sweats people would start thinking me some kind of addict.

7. I can run inside like normal people do in the cold weather. A couple of weeks ago when we ran the 20 mile, it started pouring during the last 5 miles. Definately took 45 minutes for my lips to reduce the frighteningly bluish tint I was rocking when I finished.

On the downside, Brian and I won't have quality time crabbing at each other about our lives while we run, I'll have to rearrange my schedule to start working out at the gym, and at some point, I'm going to have to curb the Qdoba/Coldstone's weekend schedule I've been on for a few weeks now.

I didn't die.

So, school happened and everything stopped being funny and I spent a lot of time crying in the last month. True. BUT, things are getting better and I've been losing my fan base and getting lots of complaints, SO here is my attempt to get back in favor. I'm always a fan of lists.

THINGS THAT HAVE KEPT ME FROM GOING INSANE LATELY:

1. Buying lots and lots of music off iTunes: Amos Lee, Joshua Radin, John Mayer, Justin Timberlake, Mat Kearney, Reindeer Section...

2. Grey's Anatomy coming back on. And... I might have bought seasons 1 and 2. I. Can. Not. Get. Enough.

3. New down pillows and comforter. Except it doesn't really help in the morning. Just when I'm going to bed.

4. John the Janitor. He makes sure I'm eating when I stay at school till 7 or 8pm everynight and gives me Butterfinger candybars.

5. Eating Qdoba and Coldstones with Ryan. Um... every weekend. Whatevs. I ran 20 miles last Saturday. I use it as an excuse to do anything.

6. Pink and green plaid folders that I keep my school information in.

7. Orange Creamsicle lip gloss by my computer at school.

8. The new, super-sharp, super-fast pencil sharpener in the copy room at school.

9. Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwiches.

10. Facebook.

11. The radical metal skull ring one of my students gave me.

12. Cherry vodka and lemonade.

13. The Chicago Marathon is in two weeks and I can start getting pedicures again. Except not from the guy who did it last time. He sucked.

14. Olde Penninsula hambugers. I freaking HEART hamburgers.

15. My new (embarrassed half-smile) pink Nalgene bottle.

16. The chocolate covered caramels I have hidden in my top file drawer.



And here are some pictures to make up for the sad, sad fact that I just don't have enough funny stories yet. Life was a bit stressful there for a while. I'm getting there...

Ryan and I at his friend's birthday.

My cute sister and brother-in-law. In my house. Which is also cute.