Drop It Like It's Hot

Early on Sunday morning we were getting ready to go get some breakfast before heading to church. Darrell is walking through the living room and J.T. asks "where are you going Daddy?" Darrell replies "I have to poop, son." J.T. then simply asks "Are you going to drop one deuce or two?" That kid never ceases to amaze me!

i-Moron

So I wanted to get some more upbeat music on my ipod for the race today. I got everything set up last night. While I have been running on Saturdays, I had noticed that my playlist was not set up to repeat. I remembered that last night, so I went in to change the settings. I went to "repeat" and out to the side it said "one". Well, I thought that meant repeat the list once. In case you are wondering, it means repeat ONE song. I thought a nice easy song to start out to would be "Simply the Best" by Tina Turner. When I was about half-way through the first mile, I started thinking, Wow...this is a long song! So I kept waiting for it to go off and it did...and started again! So, instead of stopping to fix it I just listened to the one song for the entire 3.1 miles! Even though it was very encouraging, I wonder how fast I would have been if my "one" song had been "Move Bitch"???!!!! I am glad it happened today instead of 1/2 marathon day!

On a side note, does anyone know anyone who works with a hotel chain that could possibly help me get a room on West End the night before the race??? I am not liking the idea of getting up at 4 to get a shuttle at 6 to wait for my start time sometime after 8!

Just So You Know

Dear Publix Bagger Lady,
Please do not instruct my children to sit down while they are in the rocket ship cart. Yes, I understand that they could fall. No, I don't want them to get hurt. I can only tell them so many times, and then I am done. If they fall on their heads, I will blame them for not listening. Yes, I would also be to blame. I could understand your concern if we were moving throughout the store, but we weren't. We were just checking out and you were hindering that process by distracting me from my role in the check-out process.
And I really do appreciate your carry-out service, mainly because I don't like to deal with the cart once I am done with it. But please, do not drive my cart to my car as my daughter DOES.NOT.LIKE.IT. Not.one.bit. That would be why she was stuck like a pretzel down in the foot area of the rocket ship cart, wedged between the cart and her brother's feet. Next time, please just let me lead the way and you can follow.
I would say sorry for the abandoned suckers and cookie remnants in the cart, but I'm not.
If you would like, I would be happy to conduct any of the above training with you and all of your peers.
Thanks for pissing me off today, I almost went a whole day without that happening.

Truly,
Julie