The FOURTH

Our weekend of the fourth started out with a Jewkes Family 10K. Yes, I was merely pretending to keep up with my bro-in-law Jim. He's a very accomplished runner. Far beyond my accomplishments as a runner of just a few races. He set the whole race up on our dear street. It was a very steep one mile course that we ran 6 times. Most of us ran with partners b/c there was no training involved, we found out about it the day before. Julie and I were partners, each running 3 miles. Jason and Jake were partners. I was so proud of Jason for running his 3 miles in the 95 degree humid weather, completely untrained. YEAH!! Lincoln was chasing Jason and I around as we went back and forth and was in need of a lot of hydration as you can see.


Then the rest of the day was at Grandma Allred's. We "enjoyed" the heat and humidity while Ella enjoyed Grandma's dress-ups. After putting on this gorgeous, fashion-forward outfit, she tells me that she is getting married, much to my chagrin. I cringe, as this is her first time even mentioning the subject at the young age of three. How do little girls know about this stuff??? She's too little to talk about getting married. Obviously I know it's not around the corner or anything, but it was funny to hear her say those words. Have you guys seen "Father of the Bride" where the daughter tells Steve Martin that she's getting married and in his mind, at that moment, she turns into a five year old girl. I kind of felt like that. Then that night she gets out her "Barbie: Beautiful Brides" book and shows me this picture. She says, "Mommy, this is me. I am big. I have a big bum and a big tummy"(pointing to the respective parts on the picture). Where does she get this stuff from? I guess getting older and married requires having a big bum and tummy. Maybe this is TMI but she's always telling me that i have a big bum, but if she thinks Barbie has a padunkadunk I guess it's not quite so insulting. All bums are big compared to her little 6 month old size bum. Just a little humor.





On Saturday, after a day of four wheeling and swimming at the Allred compound, we went to a Braves game. That night, Billy (Jason's Brother), drove home. We were all distracted, watching a movie in the car. All of the sudden we see blue lights behind us. The cops pull us over and ask Billy to step out of the vehicle. Next thing we know they are giving him a Breathalyzer and doing the "follow my finger" test. We were all hysterically laughing. You have to know the guy I guess. Anyway, the cop asks us if he's been drinking and then continues to tell us they have received several calls on us for reckless driving. Poor Billy. Next thing we know, there are four police vehicles ready to take the poor guy in. Billy admits he had dental work done that morning by Bob and has been taking Tylenol 3 or Hydrocodon (not sure). The cop says he really could take him in for a DUI, but he let him go. All the while Billy looked completely guilty because he had a fat lip accompanied by a slur. Result of being punched by Jason earlier that day while wrestling. Additionally, he had blood-shot eyes because he accidentally put hydrogen peroxide in his eyes instead of contact solution. Yes, the stars were aligned and Billy looked completely guilty, but was all the while innocent.