Friday, September 6, 2013

The Friday Four, Part 30


So I'm one of those lame moms who always - and I really mean always - forgets to get the first-day-of-school picture of the kids bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before school starts.  Today I did manage to get one when they got home, and it only took a dozen tries and a bribe of warm chocolate chip cookies to get them to look this good:

First day of school!

Our garden is (over-)producing numerous varieties of tomatoes and squash, so I really need to get busy canning and otherwise using them all up.  I generally can some stewed tomatoes, maybe some salsa.  I have a great zucchini relish recipe courtesy of some friends from church.  And I try to give away as much squash as humanly possible.  Any other suggestions on what to do with all this produce?

Anyone want some squash?  Anyone?


(I just snagged this pic, so you can't
actually click on it to ask a question.
Click on the link to the right instead.)
The "Ask a Mormon" feature on Spokane Faith & Values just went up last Wednesday and it's already generated quite a few interesting questions, which I'm trying to work through as quickly as I can around everything else I have going on.  My first two columns have already been published.  One about capital punishment and another about cremation.  (Don't worry - the other ones so far don't have anything to do with death!)

Feel free to submit a question if you'd like to!


Last week I officially finished the Couch to 5K program and then I ran my first official 5K on Labor Day. Except I was late, so I didn't really get to warm up and I think I might have shin splints now, and someone removed one of the arrows along the route so a bunch of us missed a turn and ended up running only about 2.5 miles instead of a full 5K. And because of missing that turn, I had a monster hill to go up and I could only run half of it, had to walk the rest. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed.

But on the bright(?) side, an older gentleman who was running near me asked if my mom and dad were waiting for me at the finish line. When I laughed and said my husband and children were, he did a double take and said, "I must have mistaken you for someone else. I thought you were one of the youth in my ward. You don't look old enough to have a husband and kids." 35, folks. I'm 35. But I guess I look 16 when I'm red-faced and running?

(And I "forgot" the camera so, no, you don't get to see pictures of my sweaty, stinky, gasping red-faced self!)

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