Happy Birthday Hubby

In honor of Hubby's birthday, here are a couple of pictures of him in his birthday suit:

Ain't he sexy?

(See, it's his new suit for his fire department interview. And we bought it on his birthday. So it's his birthday suit. Well I thought it was funny.)

HE PASSED!!!!!

7 minutes and 30 seconds!

Next step: panel interview on 12/4

Next step: Fire Chief interview on 1/9

Today is THE day

Keep your fingers crossed everyone.

Hubby just left to do the physical test for the AFD job.

About Average

The other day Surly Teenager asked me if I was still loosing weight.
I said I was still trying and asked her why she asked. She shrugged
and said she was just wondering.

I continued, saying that I was still trying because I was still fat.
She looked me up and down and said not really. I said well, I'm not
thin yet.

She looked me up and down again and said no, but I was about
average...for someone my age.

I still can't decide if I am supposed to take that as a compliment or not.

It felt a little bit naughty

This morning it was quite chilly. And very windy.

One side of the track we run on has regular old bleachers, the kind
that are open underneath. The other side is built on cement, like at
a big stadium.

We get to the regular old bleachers side and are just slammed by the
wind. It's even colder and it's slowing us down because we are
(trying) running into it. We get to the other side and the wind is
blocked.

We did the only natural thing, so that at least the wind would be at
our backs. We turned around and ran the track in the opposite
direction. We ran against the arrows. We went against the norm. We
"swam" upstream. We didn't conform to society's rules for track
running. We were REBELS.

And it felt good. It felt freeing. It felt a little bit naughty.

And then the wind went crazy and it didn't matter which direction we ran.

Practice Test #2

7 minutes, 40 seconds