The Race is On

So I have been trying to start and stick to an exercise program for a loooooong time now. And because I don't have a partner and lots of excuses, it hasn't happened yet. However, Nate and I decided that we really needed to get on the ball and do something about our expanding waistlines. So we are having a race. The first one to 500 miles gets the prize. I think he has an advantage - he used to run cross country. The kids think I have the advantage - I am at home all day. (Anyone with a baby knows how much you get done with a baby that doesn't sleep much and just wants you to play with her.) So I guess the field is pretty much evened out. We made charts. Nate outdid me there. (Everything is a competition.) On Monday we started the race. Nate called me from work, he'd run 3.14 miles; so I ran 3.2 miles. The next day we both rested; he had a sore foot, I had allergy induced asthma. I took some medication; Nate switched to the elliptical machine. Wednesday Nate was up by a mile. Today I had to catch up. I couldn't let him get ahead of me this early in the game. So I ran/walked 4 miles. Although the effort was valiant, Nate ran 3 1/2 miles today. So the tally stands at Nate: 9.5 miles, Betsy 9.05 miles. I'm kind of feeling that 4 miles today. But tomorrow is another chance. I can't let him win this one. I'm grateful for the friendly competition. It gives me an incentive to get my butt in gear. Besides I really want my prize. Nate usually wins every competition/game we play. Not this time. This is one I actually have a chance at winning. Anyone want to join? (You have to furnish your own prizes.) See you at the finish line!

"YOU'RE FIRED"

Conversation at dinner tonight.

Tomorrow we are supposed to have the missionaries over for dinner. The elders have been ill for the past week and I was wondering if they were still going to make it. Nate said they were for sure going to be there, well or not, because Nate is going to let them use his pottery wheel to make something. But who knows how long until Nate gets his kiln up and running to be able to fire the pots.

So Nate says, "Well, they have 2 choices: take the pots 'green' , or wait until they're fired."

Then about 15 minutes later Aspen asked, "Why would they get fired?"

It took me a second to understand what she was talking about. Nate was referring to the pots; but Aspen was asking why the missionaries would get fired!! That would be funny to fire a missionary: "YOU'RE FIRED!"