Hey hey how about some strawberry shortcake?

Remember how I was tired of vacations and all that? I'm back to watering my flowers, cleaning my home, and cooking dinner for Mr. Broome.

And I'm just about as happy as I can be.

Thursday night I sat by the pool at the hotel where B's family and friends were staying for her wedding. We watched her little cousin Caroline play in the pool for a couple of hours. Another family came to the pool and Caroline, who is 6, became instant friends with the new kid to the scene. With no effort at all the two little girls began playing and treating each other like old friends.
I can't help but make a comparison.
Why is it so easy for a six year old to make new friends? Aren't children shy and timid of new people/situations? I remember being outgoing when I was smaller. I loved chatting it up with new people. I liked having friends.
Now I would love to have that outgoing and fearless attitude. I find myself meeting new people sometimes either keeping too quite or saying too much. What is a good balance? I fear that if I say too much, they might not like what they hear and may soon discover that I am not a good friend candidate. Then again if I keep too quite they may think I am rude, standoffish, snotty at first greetings.
Mr. Broome is a pro at making new friends. He is fearless. Pour him in a cup of water and you have insta- friendship with him. I like that a lot.
Maybe the fear sits quietly in my insecurity and tip toes out slowly, shutting down my brain with clouded thoughts and rambling words.
Then again you probably would tell me that I have taken it too far and have thought too much about it.
Maybe so.
And maybe you won't want to be my friend.



On a different note: tonight= possible DQ date night

The Smoothie Queen

For your tee total deeeelight.

Frozen strawberries, frozen rasberries, 1 cup of peach yogurt, a cup of soy milk(or reg. if you please), and a half cup crushed ice
Hit the pulse button
blend
pour and enjoy knowing you are fulfilled without so many calories

Summer is here.

Its hot so the dogs say.

So do the menfolk. So hot they had to get a wading pool. Wade the men did. All evening.

Mr. Broome loves crab legs. Especially when they go on sale at Food Lion.

See. No butter for him.

My favorite blogger in the WORLD is getting a new web site. She is so chic and her passion for running has boosted mine as well. Here is a link to her old blog. Here is the link to her new site. I have to give her major props because she linked to little old me on her "Sites I Love" section.


Since I haven't talked about running in a while I thought I would do so today given the introduction to this post.
So I hear it is better to join a running club or make a friend run with you. That's just what I hear. For a good while this past year however I couldn't find any fellow runners nor could I MAKE anyone go with me. Mr. Broome came close to being forced but he had knee surgery and I don't kneed him going gimp on me anytime soon.(Oh ha, a pun!) So I ran by myself. I ran my first race by myself with Mr. Broome and Betsy watching from the top of a hill. In the winter months when it got dark early, Mr. Broome followed me in his truck while I ran so as not to put myself in the way of kidnappers.
Summer has come though and so have two new running partners. While we are all at different speeds and not really sure of the same goals, we are pretty darn dedicated. We run in the mornings before work, sometimes in the afternoons. I still wouldn't trade my solo running for anything. I love getting outside by myself being the only one to hear my own grunts. I push myself further when alone. I am preparing for my first half in the fall and will be doing a lot more long runs in the near future.
Let me know if you read this and are interested in running with me and "my running group;)"

All I have to say today

I want you to eat cantaloupe.
Because. It has Vitamin A- which is good for cataracts. (Ah ha! cataracts!) It helps digestion and stomach gas. The Vitamin C in a cantaloupe repairs white blood cells, making you fight of infection easier.
Cantaloupe is also a filling fruit. So you can put it at your desk and snack away consuming only maybe 56 calories?

I want you to look at my husband. Isn't he DARLING? He just got a hair cut.
He's loving and thoughtful. He will mow the lawn. He's good for fixing just about anything around the house. He fights of snakes in the yard and sicks Betsy on mice.

Happy Wednesday.

I'm back. Mr. Broome is back. Betsy is back.
We're all back.
Sooo glad to be back.
After a couple of months of back to back out of town trips, we finally can settle in for a little while.
Brittney and Phil get married in two weekends.
Russ and A get married in less than a month.
So while were settled in at home, we still have so much going on, but isn't that what being young and newly married is all about?
Since I never got to tell you about the little trip we took to the beach with Andy's family, here it is in pictures:)

Me and Mr. Broome before dinner.

Me and my saweet sister in law.

I have never had the desire to para sail. I would have never thought twice to waste money on it. BUT. Jenny was asked to para sail for free as a promotional thing and they told her to bring a friend. It was more like "force a friend." I am not into heights. All I could think about is where we would land if the rope broke.

Mr. Broome really felt like a fisherman after his overnight deep sea fishing trip. He won the biggest fish! He actually won prize money!

My father in law, Mike and Andy with their fish.

I think that's it for today. I am back to running, eating healthy(sort of), and keeping my house clean. Oh, and of course.. snuggling my Mr. Broome.

DQ Date Night

I earned my DQ date night.

OH Mr. Broome was excited too.

Heath bar blizzard? Yes, please.

Lick your red spoon good.

Mr. Broome had a banana split blizzard. I say a blizzard is NO place for bananas.
BUT to each his own.

Yesterday as we were loading the car to head to B's wedding shower I cried.
Then after ordering Chinese last night and spilling the freshly opened box of rice on the floor, I cried again.
Andy must think my brain is falling apart.
We have been on vacation this past week again and I am absolutely ready to be back home. I love time on the beach with family and friends but its been so close together. Please don't hear me complain.
We are heading out of town this week again but this time me and Mr. Broome part ways. He has work and a bachelor party and I have a batchelorette trip.
I think this is why I was so darn emotional.
I looked at my plants last night and they were dying. Our ferns look like someone set them in the middle of a desert wind.
I miss my Betsy too. She didn't get to go with us this last time.
So, there ended my complaining.

This should be a fun week/end, but I can honestly say that I can't wait to see Mr. Broome next Sunday and snuggle up tight. Home snoogling is NOT the same as vacation snoogling. Home snoogling is the best because that's where the heart is.

On another note.
Mr. Broome and I made an agreement on my ice cream fantasies. Instead of becoming over indulgent on my favorite treat, I only get to have ice cream after I have run 25miles. This should be easy however being out of town puts a slow pace on this agreement. I did run every other day on vacation, but putting a 3 miler on the treadmill doesn't add up so quick. I can't wait to be back home for a good long time to put in some long runs.
So, Dairy Queen date night tonight because I HAVE fulfilled the agreement even though it took me two weeks!

I hope everyone out there is having a good summer.

How I met your father

No kiddos yet but one day when we have them they can read this to know the intimate, inappropriate details of how I met Mr. Broome.

First there was me without Mr. Broome.
A wild child, snow licking fool.
I was a care free gal, not focused on any one thing too seriously. Day to day is how I worked with my side kick nut head friends. We lived on the sorority hall and our favorite past time was prank phone calling. Adults? Err, I did have a job.
My friend Amy and I were on the hall one weekend, when many sisters go home. Debating what to do, if anything at all, Amy ended up begging me to go meet some guys at Parelli's with her.
Let me tell you.
I didn't want to go. I remember feeling bloated and red faced. You know right? I remember getting dressed and feeling like my jeans were too tight. They probably were. Nevertheless, I followed Amy. She usually had good judgement of new friends and I felt this could possibly be a fun time.
We went to Parellis. She chatted with her friend, I chatted on my phone. It was a big group of guys. I was not ready to plunge in the conversation, not ready to reveal my red face and too tight jeans.
Mr. Broome was in the group of guys.
I never met him at Parelli's, but this is just the beginning.

This is Amy, who can be blamed for me meeting my husband:) She loves animals.
Moving on.
So Amy wanted me to go out. Do you like how you're getting the blame for everything Amy?
I did. I went out in my too tight jeans and bloated red face. I can't remember ever taking a taxi before this night either. But we were picked up in a taxi. I remember thinking a taxi would be a new adventure for the night. OH WAS IT.
Mr. Broome was in the back seat. One spot left in the van.. next to him. Red hair, red face and all. My Mr. Broome.
Did he know that too tight jeans and I would soon be his wife?
If he had of known he might not have been so forward.
How forward you ask?
Well let me tell you.
The back seat in this so called taxi moved. It leaned up or down, it was automated. Really. A whole automated back seat. Mr. Broome moved the seat up and down up and down.
I sat straight the whole time. What was he thinking this Andy Broome? This red headed loud mouth?
He kept wondering why I wouldn't "lean back" with him.
And do you know what?
After that night of silliness with him, I found myself saying "yes" when he called the next day asking for a date.
Can you believe it?
The only rule, no taxi's, no automated seats.

(Taken in our early courtship)

To be continued..