Boring Kira

Forgive me for the following post. Nothing brings out the dramatic in me like a lack of Diet Coke:

It has been nearly six weeks since my last Diet Coke.

I have to thank all of you nay-sayers-- at my weakest of moments it is you and your negative comments that enable me to abstain from indulging in the sweetest of nectars.

I have had carbonation on a few occasions-- but without the delicious aspartame-riddled flavor of Diet Coke, it is just not the same.

Am I proud of myself? Yes.
Am I a healthier person because of it? I doubt it. I don't feel any different-- just sadder.

Day by day, I feel myself becoming more and more boring. Before you know it, I will be one of those people who say ridiculously boring things like, "I don't care for television shows" or "I prefer to eat salads when I go to a restaurant".

I am counting on you, dear friends and family, to call me out on it when you hear any such utterings-- or anything like unto them.

Girls' Night

Jen and I went out last night for her birthday. It was her first girls' night out since having her baby. It was for her 29th birthday. So what do two grown women do on such a momentous occasion as this?

This.

We joined hundreds of swooning teenage girls on the opening night of Twilight. This may be appropriate-- seeing as how Jen and I have been best friends since junior high and we have never really learned to act our age since. Aside from all of our "mommy talk" and wedding rings, we fit right in.

The movie was not quite what I expected it to be-- but definitely entertaining. When Edward Cullen made his first appearance, the audience started cheering. I rolled my eyes at their youthful exuberance. I could not be won over so easy-- It took me a full five minutes before turning to Jen and whispering, "I love him." Jen rolled her eyes at me. Five minutes later, she too loved him.

It was an awesome night. Happy Birthday Jenny!

I have included a (slightly obnoxious) picture from when the two of us actually were seventeen... (as opposed to nights like last night when we just acted like we were).

My Handsome Little Sicko

Tobin has been under the weather the last few days. I was determined to make it through our church meetings without having to take him home early. About half way through Sunday School it became apparent that staying for the remainder of the meetings was not going to be possible.

Within minutes of getting home, Tobin all but passed out in his church get-up. I couldn't help but take a few pictures.

Later that night, we found Tobin seeking comfort in his favorite guilty pleasure: SHOES.

Run for Your Life!

Lance and I ran a 5k in downtown Tampa last week with some friends. It was so much fun. It was a night race and was catered!

It was Lance's first race. He only ran twice to train for it... and still beat my time by a full ten minutes. Not cool, Lance.

It was my first time running a 5k by myself... with only my trusty Ipod to keep me motivated. I ran every step and beat last year's time (by a few seconds).

What made the disparity between our times even more funny was that after Lance finished, he was full of energy, but saying things like, "I'm just not made to be a runner." Ten minutes later when I come limping across the finish line, I am talking myself up like I'm Jackie Joyner Kersey.

Lance refused to be weighed down by my camera, so I have no pictures. But I still thought it was post-worthy.

Bluto and I will keep training. The Turkey Trot is only a few weeks away!

You know you are a Floridian when...

You show up to Busch Gardens bundled in various layers of sweatshirts-- and all the tourists are in swimsuits and shorts.

I have included some pictures (once we shed the layers) just in case anyone forgot how funny and cool my kids are....

Happy Halloween- 2008

Happy Halloween from a scary dinosaur/ dragon thing and an adorable flower fairy.

**Before you read the following post, brace yourselves for the unexpected. Perhaps it would be best to have a seat-- so as to avoid injury when your knees give out on you out of complete and utter shock.

I have given up my beloved Diet Coke. It is over-- this crazy, delicious love affair. It has been two weeks since I have had any carbonation.


WHY?
I know that I was addicted and an addiction is almost always a bad thing. I have heard that there are health benefits associated with a lifestyle of no soda. At this point, I am living on pure faith that these benefits exist.

CURRENT THOUGHTS
I am constantly thirsty and water is not cutting it. I will never be one of those people who say things like, "Oh! I don't care for soda" or "I love water!" I will be the one who orders water at a restaurant while tears roll down my cheeks.

I have seen absolutely NO health benefits, thus far. I don't feel better or look better. In fact, just a tiny bit of joy is gone from my life. But as I said, I am living on pure faith that these benefits do exist. I will persevere.