Tuesday has become my crazy, insane, rescue squad day. Its all good though. I like rescue squad crazy. But 46 hours of it last week was a little much. I’m trying not to repeat that this week.

I made the greasiest hamburgers ever last night. Bottom layer of bacon, blue cheese, and then beef. Seriously, I’ve mopped my kitchen floor twice – it’s still greasy. But, oh! The flavor!!

I no longer have wireless internet in my home. Nope. I’m using my phone for wireless. It works pretty well…most of the time. There are some glitches that can be frustrating. But thus far I’ve not been frustrated enough to go back to paying 79 dollars for something I now get for free.

I’m having a rough time getting back into the exercise routine I had before Disney. I’ve run once, and done the Wii several times. Not having a goal seems to be hurting me.

Did I say I didn’t have a goal? Catie just made me promise that I’ll do the Princess half marathon with her next February. She said something about running in a tutu. I also have a friend who mentioned something called a “Spartan Run”. Spartans, Princesses? My friends can talk me into the craziest things…

I did read Coup D’etat over my vacation. Review coming shortly. I’m still thinking deep thoughts over some of the things in the plot. Seriously though, Ben Coes is brilliant.

I think tomorrow’s post will be my last with Disney photos. That makes me sad. I really hope it doesn’t make you happy.

They kill us in cold blood because they hate you.
We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.
None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.

I have no epic stories of creative non-food waste. Mainly because I’ve actually eaten my meals as planned this week. Well, except last night…

So lesson learned – if food is eaten as planned, food doesn’t go to waste.

Sometimes my brilliance amazes me.

We spend at least an hour at the finish line waiting for Catie. There were fun shenanigans going on down there! Unfortunately, I was having a bad camera day – so stuff is blurry. There’s also the whole “I need a better zoom lens” thing.

Dancin' with Goofy (before crossing the finish line...totally messed with his times)

Team Hoyt

I might have cried a little when I saw Team Hoyt…just a little…

Probably the most mild costume...

Someone lost a bet!

Not at the finish line, but I had to share this one!

I have decided that finish line people watching is even better than airport people watching.

“Whatever.” said the woman that cries at Hallmark commercials.

This is a lousy picture. After about 10 (literally) attempts to get a decent picture, I gave up. No runner needs a stalker… The caption explains that the runner is running in memory of his son – who died of cancer. Yeah, I lost it just typing that. Something tells me there is some symbolism in the Yoda backpack as well.

This guy passed us multiple times – I lost it every. single. time.

Gospel Choir

This choir was dancin’, and clappin’, worshipin’ and singin’ mere feet from the finish line. We passed them, rounded a corner, and there it was. Their singing was the last thing we heard before the cheering of the crowd. I wish I could remember what they were singing – it was a great song!

I had a hard time hiding my tears from Kellie.

The starting line. I'm right under that back row of fireworks.

Wow, I look like a real runner or something.

Crossing the finish line!

Yeah, we rock!

On a side note – I had no idea my scanner would produce such good looking pictures!

My Christmas tree is not still up. I do not still have Christmas music in my Pandora quick mix.

I did not get hit in the face by the business end of a seatbelt while at work on Wednesday night. No, my coworkers are always level headed and would never just fling heavy metal objects without looking.

I was not told that I would have two black eyes the next morning. I did not find that comment particularly comforting. I am not disappointed in my face’s apparent lack of ability to bruise. I was not looking forward to putting “I have bilateral periorbital ecchymosis” on my Facebook page. I am not that weird…

I am emphatic about this. The moment any one of you submits to circumcision or any other rule-keeping system, at that same moment Christ’s hard-won gift of freedom is squandered. I repeat my warning: The person who accepts the ways of circumcision trades all the advantages of the free life in Christ for the obligations of the slave life of the law. I suspect you would never intend this, but this is what happens. When you attempt to live by your own religious plans and projects, you are cut off from Christ, you fall out of grace. Meanwhile we expectantly wait for a satisfying relationship with the Spirit. For in Christ, neither our most conscientious religion nor disregard of religion amounts to anything. What matters is something far more interior: faith expressed in love.