Nothing has dramatically changed since my previous post, that's why waiting a year between posts is really quite exciting, but I did conquer the squaw. Squaw peak that is. My beloved E-ran and her husband invited us. Every time I complained I couldn't breathe, Stephen would point out that I'm a dancer and should be just fine climbing a mountain.
My response.
During the ascent, I struggled, but looking back now, it wasn't so bad. Now Stephen wants to hike the "Y" this week. Baby steps, Stephen. Baby steps. I'm all for one hike every...10 years or so....
E-ran.
I guess "hit a different pose this time" means to nothing to Stephen.
My cheer moves couldn't resist the temptation.
Gettin' some.
Also, I love these kids.
And my husband wants this.
Keep on dreaming sweetie, ain't happening with this woman.
ALSO..Stephen took the MCAT. I can relate to this guy.
Too bad applying to med school has left us broke as a joke.
It makes me feel....well, like this.
I loved this post! It sure did make me laugh. Why does squaw peak sound so familiar to me? Did I hike it in my younger years? Who knows. I never will. Ha ha. Oh. Don't hike the Y on a HOT day in August or you really will die. I died. I came back though. I love my kids and I am glad you do too. Don't let Stephen get a bike. No way. Bradshaw girls like to keep their husbands ALIVE!!!
ReplyDeleteOh. there is more. Some of those poses gave me anxiety. How close to the edge were you? (Do I sound like a mom or what?) I should try to do a hurky some day. I might pull a muscle though.
ReplyDeleteYour face makes me happy.
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