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“I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience.” ~Henry David Thoreau</description><title>Chasing the Dream</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @myquarterlifecrisis)</generator><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Isaac’s first birthday party was Saturday - he had a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The giant 'pup pup' from his Aunt BC&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Dancing to Elmo's World&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; His 'pup pup' cake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Isaac's very own smash cake&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Making some progress&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshz6mX5cY1qznqu2o7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isaac’s first birthday party was Saturday - he had a blast!  It was a puppy theme since “pup pup” was his first word.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231037081</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231037081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:51:57 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>New Marathon Route Leads to Record Time</title><description>New Marathon Route Leads to Record Time: Springfield News-Leader article on Sunday’s marathon...</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231014469</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231014469</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:18:50 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>What a roller-coaster weekend! Friday morning I woke up feeling...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshw18OrB81qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Approaching the end&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kshw18OrB81qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Right after crossing the finish line&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;What a roller-coaster weekend! Friday morning I woke up feeling sick and felt worse as the day progressed.  I was a little congested and had a sore throat.  I had a hard time sleeping because of it Friday night, so first thing Saturday morning I went to urgent care thinking I had a sinus infection and that the doctor could give me a powerful decongestant to keep me clear for Sunday’s half marathon.  Bad news: I have strep.  The doctor told me I could not run Sunday morning.  I politely told her I didn’t care if I had strep; I was going to run anyway.  She said I would never finish.  I said she didn’t know me very well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I called my mom, who told me I shouldn’t run.  I cried, and then &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I agreed that I would just take it easy but still run.  I took my first dose of antibiotics, which wiped me out and made me a little woozy.  It didn’t take long to decide that the antibiotics would have to wait until Sunday afternoon.  Saturday was pretty low-key: Isaac’s birthday party, where I had to pretend to be well while not making contact with the babies (don’t worry - the doc said it was only contagious through sharing food or drinks), picking up my registration packet, curling up on the couch to watch a movie, and having some homemade chicken noodle soup my mom brought over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday night I woke up every hour or so all night long, afraid that I hadn’t set my clocks back or that I would sleep through the alarm.  I finally got up at 5, took a shower to wake myself up and try to clear my sinuses, hopped in the car with my brother-in-law, and headed to Bass Pro.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a beautiful day with absolutely perfect weather.  I fell into my stride almost immediately, feeling comfortable at my goal pace for the first 7 miles or so.  When I got to mile 8, I started to feel tired.  I pushed through it and was surprised when my Nike+ said I had just 3 miles to go.  The first 6 mile markers had been spot on with my Nike+, so I just lost track of time and trusted it to be right because there were no mile markers between 6 and 10 when we were on the trail.  I was pretty impressed with myself, but my trust later proved to be misplaced when my ipod told me I had 400 meters to go as I passed the 11 mile marker. Disappointing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I kept going, but I could feel myself slowing down.  Way down.  When I got to mile 12, I had absolutely nothing left to give.  I felt like I should curl up on the sidewalk and wait for one of those bicycle EMTs to find me.  I have no idea what my pace was for the last mile, and quite frankly, I don’t want to know.  The volunteers along the course were much closer together for the last mile, and they were so encouraging.  I kept going, made it to the back of Bass Pro, and gave it everything I had around the building and down the chute to the finish line.  My mom, sister, and some friends who had finished before me were cheering me on.  LDC snapped a couple of fuzzy pictures. (I looked beautiful, I know…)  My pace was 13 minutes over what I expected, and even more over what I had hoped for on a perfect day.  My right knee is swollen and sore, my left foot is black and blue, and I have mysterious bruises on my right arm and chest.  Totally worth it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mom drove me home, I showered, ate a peanut butter sandwich, and crashed on the couch.  I paid (and am still paying) the price for not following the doctor’s orders, but it was my first half marathon and I had been planning on it for months.  I had to go.  But the next time I come down with strep the day before a half marathon, I’ll stay home in bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231009603</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/231009603</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:11:20 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh, yeah.  And my mom is making me a carb-filled meal tonight! ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksc57dVCCO1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, yeah.  And my mom is making me a carb-filled meal tonight!  Time to load up on spaghetti and garlic bread, guilt-free.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/228033592</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/228033592</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:16:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Visualization</title><description>Thanks to the torrential downpours last night and a very annoying sump pump whose location is still...</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/228024974</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/228024974</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:04:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>kari-shma:

“Warm Coat” Fine Art Print by bobbymcleod...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks6tulLupn1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kari-shma.tumblr.com/post/225106296/warm-coat-fine-art-print-by-bobbymcleod" target="_blank"&gt;kari-shma&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/bobbymcleod/art/2479939-2-warm-coat" target="_blank"&gt;“Warm Coat” Fine Art Print by bobbymcleod [2479939-2] - RedBubble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/225123381</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/225123381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 14:47:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>This song has been playing over and over in my head for the past...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJBeujAQf_0&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJBeujAQf_0&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song has been playing over and over in my head for the past two weeks.  Kinda makes me wonder if there’s a reason for that, particularly the “I had no business leavin’” part.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s because I spent almost a week with my family this month, or maybe it’s because my parents are moving back in a couple of weeks. Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/225121263</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/225121263</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 14:44:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krpzpfFADt1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Our pilot&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krpzpfFADt1qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Air Force stud&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krpzpfFADt1qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Last day at American Airlines&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krpzpfFADt1qznqu2o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; At three years old&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; </description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/216420216</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/216420216</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 12:10:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Friday night I found out that my grandma wanted someone to speak at Pap-Pap’s funeral on...</title><description>Friday night I found out that my grandma wanted someone to speak at Pap-Pap’s funeral on...</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/216418299</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/216418299</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 12:07:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"BC, come out and play with me, and bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree. Slide down my..."</title><description>“BC, come out and play with me, and bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree. Slide...</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/212658668</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/212658668</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 01:40:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I’m not normally a huge fan of pumpkin, but I picked this...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krgxezSyaq1qznqu2o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not normally a huge fan of pumpkin, but I picked this up Sunday night from White Barn Candle Company and have been burning it in my office the past two days.  Pumpkin Patch is my new favorite scent!  We had some leaks in the office due to the torrential rains of the past week, and it is keeping the musty smell rising from the carpets at bay.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/212182408</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/212182408</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 14:42:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Miss whiteglovesandpartymanners, is this appropriate for next...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krezduQCuz1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss &lt;a href="http://www.whiteglovesandpartymanners.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;whiteglovesandpartymanners&lt;/a&gt;, is this appropriate for next year’s Kentucky Derby party?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/211228979</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/211228979</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 13:29:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Obama awarded World's Greatest Grandpa Mug. World's Greatest Grandpa Committee Chair explains, "Well he's not a grandpa yet but we're pretty sure he'll be the greatest and this is to encourage him."</title><description>onemoretimewithfeeling: baitandswitch: patrick barb</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/208483780</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/208483780</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 10:48:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Annie Williams - “Hold My Hand”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/207313149/tumblr_kr6jmgCopd1qznqu2&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annie Williams - “Hold My Hand”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207313149</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207313149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:08:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The dining room is unintentionally a tribute to my Great-Great...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6iqrXjDA1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6iqrXjDA1qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6iqrXjDA1qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6iqrXjDA1qznqu2o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dining room is unintentionally a tribute to my Great-Great Aunt Edna.  She was a music teacher for years, one of those old school teachers who believed she should stay single in order to commit herself 100% to her students despite being pursued by more than a few eligible bachelors.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were close, probably because of our love of piano.  The antique table (which we recently found out is by an artisan whose work fetches high dollar at auction) belonged to her, and someday my mom will give me the matching buffet and china cabinet when I have a formal dining room.  The chairs have seen better days, but I recovered them and am hoping to get a little more life from them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The piano is a buffet-style from the 1940s. It wasn’t hers, but I think it matches the painting beautifully.  She taught a harmonica band in Charleroi, PA, for years, and one year her students gave her that painting.  It took years of sweet-talking, but my mom finally gave in and passed it on to me.  The dining room style is definitely different from the rest of my house, but I was willing to compromise to make this work.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207301194</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207301194</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:49:39 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The living room - can you tell I love color?  Can’t live...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; LOVE LOVE LOVE this tray&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Half off at Pier 1, baby!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; This sucked to put together - worth it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Awesome painting from Etsy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; This will eventually hang over the TV&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6i1pQ1lx1qznqu2o10_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The living room - can you tell I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; color?  Can’t live without it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207291862</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207291862</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:34:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I finally got some batteries for my camera and have decided to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6hngDQy41qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6hngDQy41qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6hngDQy41qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got some batteries for my camera and have decided to upload some of the progress I made on my house.  This is it, for now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is  my guest room - I was going for a relaxing, neutral, natural, comfy hotel feel.  I like it.  Some of my favorites: teeny tiny plants on the bookcase, the bowl on the nightstand hand-carved out of a tree root, votives filled with twigs, the dragonfly pillow, and the tray with &lt;i&gt;Walden&lt;/i&gt; and a leather journal.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207285737</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207285737</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:26:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I might be Isaac’s favorite aunt (I’ve established...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6h9uDDpN1qznqu2o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6h9uDDpN1qznqu2o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr6h9uDDpN1qznqu2o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might be Isaac’s favorite aunt (I’ve established this fact already, if only in my own mind) because he has his own toy box at my house.  It looks suspiciously like a leather cube/ottoman thing, but when you take the top off you will discover treasures an 11 month old cannot resist:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Touch and Feel books a-plenty&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;An mp3 player that plays animal sounds and songs and alternates between horns, piano, and guitar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A laptop.  A LAPTOP!  Isaac loves his dad’s laptop, but he knows that he’s not allowed to play with it. So I got him his very own laptop, complete with a mirror that lights up with animals and shapes.  And the sounds it makes are waaaaay more fun than his dad’s laptop.  He can play with it for HOURS after skipping both naps and keep a smile on his face the whole time. No lie.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His birthday is coming up at the end of the month (hello, Halloween birthday party!), and I think his auntie is going to fill the toy box to the brim.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207280054</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/207280054</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:17:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I love my grandparents</title><description>
I took Friday off work and went down to Tulsa for the weekend to visit my Pap-Pap in the hospital. ...</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/206965400</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/206965400</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 16:09:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Saturday night I went to a haunted house with ADB and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr5wyyxkaq1qznqu2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night I went to a haunted house with ADB and felt totally out of place.  Apparently when you’re 15 years old the hottest place to take a date is a haunted house, and then it’s super cool to make out the whole time.  I  felt like marching up to a few of them and enforcing the “dollar bill” rule we had at high school dances (a dollar bill has to fit between you and your date or you’re kicked out). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can count on two hands how many people I saw who were my age or older (including security and staff).  Oh, and did I mention that there was somewhere around 4000 people in line there?  We waited for over an hour in line before we FINALLY got to go in.  We were about 4 minutes into it when we were ushered outside to wait for another hour.  Turns out another cool thing to do when you’re a teenager on a date is pull the fire alarm in a haunted house.  By the time it was all said and done, we spent almost 4 hours trying to get through a 20 minute haunted house.  Good times.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/206958603</link><guid>http://myquarterlifecrisis.tumblr.com/post/206958603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:59:35 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
