52 Weeks to a Better Me. Getting better all the time. Monday, April 1, 2013. A Kick and a Reminder. If all had gone well with my first pregnancy, yesterday would have been my due date. It is likely that by now, or within this week, Jeremy and I would have welcomed a baby into our home. But, all did not. It is the one we got. And it is happy and colorful and perfect.

The little red book of Chairman Kate. I was eleven the first time I thought about killing myself. I perched on the side of the tub in the bathroom with no locks, clutching a razor that had been left there. I felt the weight of years of shame and mockery. Of having it constantly pointed out. The leggings and sweater combo were probably a cry for help. Things fall apart; the centre cannot .

For skillful and godly Wisdom is better than rubies or pearls,. And all the things that may be desired are not to be compared with it. Sunday, March 23, 2014. Something that rattles around in the bottom of your purse or in your pants pocket,. Something you do to a baby when the odor is distinct,. Something you do to your tire when it becomes flat on one side, the side in contact with the pavement,.

Thanks for Coming After Me, IRS. Jerry Lewis on Tax Day. The IRS came after me. I pulled out my records, and after much gnashing of teeth, rapid.

Well, my third half-Ironman is in the books! I just returned home from racing in Ironman 70. It was an amazing race, and it lived up to its hype as a bucket-list race. A big shout-out to a few people who really helped me prepare. First, my dear friend Steve. I was a bit nervous going into this race.

Today marked our 4th day in Haiti. Monday, the first day, was full of travel, getting acquainted with our team, and much laughter. Seriously, this team is borderline ridiculous at all times. Tuesday was our first day out in the field. Souri in Haitian Creole means smile.