Even Ladies Love Pickles

9

* 9 days and counting.

* i'm excited, thrilled & giddy.

* can't wait.

*Updated and Edited*

For clarification purposes I have not yet run 10 miles. For some weird reason in the last post I chose to abbreviate minutes and I guess it may have been confusing. I was trying to say that I ran under a ten minute mile... ten miles? Still working on that.

Jeremy got the callback. Hip Hip Hooray. Now its just a waiting game for the background check, drug test and psychological profile. And if those don't go well then I'd say unemployment may be the least of our worries at this point. Fingers crossed.

A Breakthrough Kinda Week

:: a (short) list of things occuring round these parts ::

aka breakthroughs

~Ella's 1st tooth! And on the 4th of July no less! At 9 1/2 months I was beginning to worry that we might have to order dentures for the little gal, but low and behold one emerged.

~Jeremy had a second interview and I have a good feeling about it (I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself here).

~Running is going well [minus the shin splints that currently plague me] and I finally managed to break the 10 min. mile mark. FINALLY, I feel like I'm actually getting somewhere with this running bit.

~I decided I need to lay off the sugar a tad. I'm a self-proclaimed addict who is currently on her third day sans sugar. This is by no means a sugar fast because I fully intend to consume some sugar this weekend at a certain b-day party, but I figure just trying to have a few days here and there where I'm not totally overloading will do me some serious good.

Any breaking news on your end?

The Next Food Network Star

While we were eating dinner last night this conversation ensued.

Kaden: Mom can you help me make my own cookbook?

Me: What do you need me to help you do?

Kaden: Can you give me all your recipes to put in it?

Me: I sure can. Do you want the Chicken Divan one? {he hates when I make this}

Kaden: Yeah, because if my kids like it I can make it for them.

I thought it was cute that he was thinking of things that future others might enjoy. I wonder if he'll eat it after all the hard work he puts into making it? Maybe he'll just eat a bowl of ice cream for dinner...