Hangout sesh with 6 preteen boys:

And it went a little like this:

-I mistakenly brought some roasted peanuts to share and then had to endure 4 hours of nut jokes and hysteric giggling. 

-They had an intervention for me and all declared that I need a boyfriend and came up with potential dates. These included all other staff and Barack Obama. (because apparently I'm in looooove with him.)

- Harlem Shake came on the radio and I swear I was driving a bus with 6 epileptics who coordinated their seizures. 

-There was a very in-depth and serious conversation about whether having a pet cougar is good idea. 

Oh the glories of having 11 year old friends.

lately: (mosaics, tan lines, & dirt roads)

My athletic peak:

BAHAHAHA. Yes, I reached my physical peak at age 23 last weekend when I ran 5 miles along the Colorado River. But I've decided that I'm not going to let it stop me from running a couple more races in my life because I loved passing people and eating the free bananas and chocolate milk afterwards. I am a true competitive fatty. Also, I am going to pass on posting photos of me in my running pantalones because, well, who really looks good in spandex? And I'm not going to combine text of me gushing on about free chocolate milk and follow it with photos of myself in stretchy pants. Waaaaay too much for me and the internet to handle. 

(where I ran. GORGEous. heh heh.)

( My Aztec lady DIXIE)

(So this is me testing/gorging myself on the "matrimony waters" that come out of the side of a mountain on the side of the freeway. Totally sketch and delicious and hopefully effective. Haha. )

(A lot of people wearing stretchy clothing getting ready to run!)

A mild Siberia.

 White Sands National Monument felt like a whole different world. I was only able to stay for a solid 45 minutes, and all I could think about was that I wished I could spend the weekend exploring it. And taking photos. And building castles. And walking barefoot. And making sand angels. And sliding down sand cliffs. Until next time, Alamorgordo.

Kicking some booty.

This last weekend I went to Alamagordo to help my high school kiddo compete in a Boys & Girls Club competition. Kids from all over the state met up and competed with essays and speeches for scholarships to help with college tuition. The competition was fierce, and he did so great. The competition focused on teens that have overcome challenges in their lives, and with the help of the Boys & Girls Club chosen a life of positive choices. It felt great working for and representing an organization that does so much good. I love my job!

(getting out the nervous butterflies and the final speech.)