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HE LIFTED ME OUT OF THE SLIMY PIT, OUT OF THE MUD AND MIRE; HE SET MY FEET UPON A ROCK AND GAVE ME A FIRM PLACE TO STAND. -PSALM 40:2


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Together Again




BFF x 4




Beautiful Girls!





So happy to play





Wrap-around porches are perfect for racing!





A hike to see some waterfalls



Big waterfalls


My honey and me



Cutie by waterfall


We held their hands tightly!



Miss Jules


There is no better way to hike than atop my uncle's shoulders!



Swinging with Uncle Seth




My guy swinging on a vine behind the cabin

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Big Smiles!


Jamie & Cooper


Don (a long time family friend) & Antaun


Ron, Cindy & the kids



Art on the deck



Isaiah dancing to some country music
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The ladies


Isaiah & Coop


All the cousins!


The boys



Isaiah & Antaun
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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Tough Mudder


On Saturday, I got up at 5:30 am, humped a heavy backpack around a motorcross track, got a sun burn, and ate a mystery bbq sandwich.  Chad, on the other hand, ran the Tough Mudder.


Not muddy yet, just frozen.




A small view of the hilly course.
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Cargo net crawl



Angie, Deb, Keira, and I cheering our guys on.



Twinkle Toes.  That was actually the name of this obstacle.

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Firewalk.





15 feet into icy water.




Let's top it off with some electroshock therapy.

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Four hours later.



Most people who run this race just want to curl up in a little ball and cry themselves to sleep.


My husband, however, has a hard time passing up a Marine Corps pull-up bar challenge.  He punched out 15 full pull-ups.  Can I get an Oooo-rah?  The Marine recruiter asked him if he wanted more information on joining.  ; ) 




The end.  : )

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