tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52997582012-01-27T14:50:00.410-07:00...and that it isMeagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.comBlogger7821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-81969605299005734272012-01-02T15:11:00.002-07:002012-01-02T15:11:57.816-07:00

It is that time of year again. The time where everyone makes resolutions (or goals). We attempt to stick to these so-called goals, and then we veer off the path sometime in mid-spring, and all of our aspirations for a fresh start are buried somewhere beneath the dirty snow, waiting for the sun to unearth them. I just don't want to do that this year. Each year, I make a list, and each year that

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Last night, a friend of mine asked me to attend a yoga class with her. I decided to go because I had had a horrible week, and I needed to find my center. I also wanted to go, because another friend of ours was teaching the class, and I hadn't seen her cute face in eons. I dug out the yoga mat, de-cat furred my yoga pants, made sure my pedicure still looked good, and headed to the studio. I was

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Today is Thanksgiving Day. I am 35 years old. I sit here, reflecting on the past, the present, and the future, and I realize that what I have is far from traditional. I can't help but question how I got here, and wonder which direction my life will eventually take me. As a little girl, I imagined a life for myself that would be much like the life you see on TV. Didn't we all want that?  That

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-20213479019796464162011-11-06T21:08:00.000-07:002011-11-06T21:08:01.639-07:00

What do you call four honyocks, armed with an ipad, and abnormally goofy sense of humor? Butler girls. Here is just a sampling of all of the amazingly beautiful photos we captured of ourselves. I think my mom and London had the best batch; in addition to the ugliest and creepiest photos as well. Every time I left Londy to play "Angry Birds," more creep-a-saurus photos appeared in my

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-21216756357169953192011-10-16T20:18:00.003-06:002011-10-16T20:18:57.738-06:00

 The weather took a turn for warm the last week, and I knew that I needed to do some outdoor-type activities that I generally don't like doing when it is cold. One of the things I needed to do was get re-acquainted with my pistol. Glocky, how can I have turned my back on you? I promise to you, I won't neglect you for so long again. Besos. First off, let me say that it is pretty bad ass to go

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I get grossed out by the most random things. Today, I almost chucked at the dressing that had been sitting, ruminating in the sun, in one of those cute little Tupperware containers.  I am aware that Ziplock makes containers cheap, so if you had to throw the container away from, let's say, moldy three bean salad, you could with little expense. I usually do just throw away the yucky container when

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I have said before that I fall prey to advertising propaganda when it comes to household and beauty products. I have a tendency to buy things I might not necessarily need, because the packaging beckons me to buy, buy, buy! As of late, the space needed to house such products has become limited, and I am not able to have 8 or nine different body washes, 5 Victoria's Secret body sprays, and a

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I decided to take a little break from the arduous task of grading projects to read something worthwhile, and well-written. What you may ask?  Why, my writing, of course! I am kidding about the good writing part, but the long, grueling task of grading mediocre summative assessments, I sadly, am not. Today has not been the "best of times." Truthfully, it seems like today was "the worst of times."

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This week, I woke up with a "certain slant of light" (thank you Emily Dickinson) streaming in my window. The light filtered through my curtains, but I knew that light meant fall. You know how you can see or taste or smell fall?  I just knew that is what the reflection on the bed was telling me. Of course, I confirmed my thoughts that morning when I went outside, and the car was covered in dew. I

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-71830096804361049542011-08-22T23:31:00.000-06:002011-09-24T23:34:08.182-06:00

Day Three in the Tetons: I was a little tired, but I didn't want to miss out on any of the sights. I was still on the hunt for a moose, so like any girl, I needed to be alert and check every water way and winding stream for the allusive creature. No such luck. The only animal (so to speak) that we spotted on this day was a beaver. Technically, a beaver house, but no beaver. Either way, I was

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-85650933218258881882011-08-21T09:42:00.000-06:002011-08-21T09:42:18.121-06:00

In June, (yes, I am finding time to write about this now), I took a trip to the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. I had always had an interest to go to Wyoming, but I never EVER imagined how completely beautiful this state was. I still dream about the beauty of the Grand Tetons, and because it is so absolutely picturesque, I think I may try to get a summer job up there next year. I can't even fathom how

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-18908880447011564202011-08-17T20:35:00.000-06:002011-08-17T20:35:40.528-06:00

 In June, I had the opportunity to take a trip that brought me to all kinds of wonderful places. I traveled through Wyoming, and Montana, Idaho, and Utah. I saw some amazing things, some of which have changed me and my love for this country forever. I never knew such beauty existed in the United States, and I have decided that I need to spend more of my free time exploring the things which I have

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-37241113009866385522011-08-16T22:02:00.000-06:002011-08-16T22:02:37.347-06:00

I have never been an adventurous eater. I would venture out to say I am even, might I say, "picky?" Perhaps the word picky may be a slight understatement. I drive people crazy with my pure unwillingness to eat things out of my comfort zone. I am just afraid the food will be yucky, and frankly, why would I eat something that is gross? That is like a major waste of calories, right? So when I was

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Last week, I started school again. It is amazing how putting together my classroom can make me feel like I am at home. There is a surreal calm and excitement that comes from walking down the hallways, planning lessons, and writing on the board. I've been at the school I teach at coming up on five years. I've taught 6th grade language arts for three years, and I am starting my second year of 8th

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I always knew I was a girly girl. I do things like get pedicures, manicure, and color my hair. I like high heeled shoes, and I love how a brand new shirt can make me go from frumpy to fab in seconds. Over the last few years, I have been dabbling in less girly things, which I surprisingly love. I've done more mud, and less Devil Wears Prada, and I've liked it! I've become a heck of a lot more

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Dear Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, I wish to confess my undying love for you, in your many forms. Without you, I might as well be lost; a wanderer amongst those other products that profess brute strength and force, yet fail. Your small size packs a mighty punch, and you dare to do what others dare not. My love, while others spread bacteria and disease, you simply disintegrate, taking all of the viruses

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 Hidey ho, a hiking I will go!  This weekend I hiked The Crags. It was picturesque to say the least. The smell of the fresh air, and the cool breeze made the day perfectly enjoyable. I am most happy when I am carefree and in motion.  Hiking made me think about Colorado, and how I have not fully taken advantage of the things to see here. I am not sure if I did something every weekend, and even on

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-6506458203237172982011-06-12T11:54:00.000-06:002011-06-12T11:54:26.880-06:00

I have the world's most boring hair. It is flat, and fine, and it takes practically an act from God to get it to do something other than just LIE there. Oh, I curl, I use product, I round brush, I flat iron, but nevertheless I still look like something straight out of the don't section of Glamour magazine. You know, the one with the black bars? Like this... Well, last night, I was bored. What is

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I love Colorado. The last few weeks I have been taking full advantage of the awesome weather, and I've been biking, hiking, running, and walking outside. I love the fact that I can run in the middle of the day, and not die. Now, I can't say that it is actually smart to run smack dab in the middle of the day, but it is do-able. For instance, I believe on Tuesday, I went for a run around 9:30. I

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-75324178751828799992011-06-06T22:06:00.000-06:002011-06-06T22:06:53.441-06:00

I am not a huge fan of bugs. In fact, bugs totally creep me out. In Arizona, growing up, the summertime was actually insect-time. We had lizards, we had cockroaches, crickets that fly, crickets that didn't, cicadas and their dead carcasses, scorpions, snakes, spiders (daddy long legs) to freak-me-out spiders (Black widows with their giant bulbous bodies), yellow jackets, earwigs...and the list

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Apparently, there is a science to cooking food of the snout variety. I did not know this, and it has been called to my attention that I cook the little porker all wrong. Bacon, needs not be charred. Blackened bacon is not a delicacy like blackened fish. Who knew?  As a child my father thought everything needed to be cooked well done. Seriously, this man asked to have his burgers at McDonald's

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-62368750452600718312011-04-27T21:09:00.000-06:002011-04-27T21:09:02.517-06:00

I have been in complete amazement, as of late, of the total evolution of words in our modern-day pop-culture. Every time I hear a word used as a verb, that is certainly NOT a verb, I get tickled. I know this is just affirming the fact that I am, in fact, an English nerd, but nevertheless, it is so much fun.  For example: when did "google" become an action word?  Case in point: "I googled it." How

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-69740804286263461302011-04-13T17:51:00.000-06:002011-04-13T17:51:58.520-06:00

You know what I dislike? The fact owe the I.R.S. moolah this year, and I am practically destitute. I am not sure how one claims the most money to be removed from their paycheck, and still have to owe The Govey. I do not like you Unlce Sam-I-Am.  Not today, anyway. What sucketh the most? I had to buy darn ink for my printer, just to print the taxes. More money down the drain. Taxation should be

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-85004690959495701172011-04-06T20:00:00.000-06:002011-04-06T20:00:22.425-06:00

A few years ago, I decided to play on a volleyball league. I had not really ever played volleyball before.  Sure, I'd hit a ball around with some girls at church, but really playing, that is a whole different ball game, ya know? During both seasons, I had to have some very tough conversations with myself about how "not to get upset" when I am yelled at by others, or worse, by my own dang head.

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-85342438074407154652011-04-02T19:03:00.000-07:002011-04-02T19:03:31.353-07:00

I really HATE my _________. For me, that hate is my eyebrows, or the non-existence of my eyebrows. I have such blonde and thin eyebrows, I have been accused of over-plucking, or heaven forbid (and GASP!) SHAVING them. (The shaving part came from a kid in class one day when I forgot to color in my brows). I've tried everything from pencils, to shadows, to coloring them with "Just for Men" beard

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-1146875682516603982011-04-01T14:24:00.000-07:002011-04-01T14:24:37.733-07:00

Picture it. Morning. I am getting ready to go to the orthodontist. While putting on my most favorite pair of skinny jeans I hear a rip. Not a rip like a tear, but almost like the sound of packing tape being pulled off of a roll.  I stop and inspect. That noise. It is so distinguishable, yet, no rip.  I check all of the places where a rip may be (the bum, the thigh) and still, nothing.  Eh, I

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-73972245547454800422011-03-23T20:44:00.000-07:002011-03-23T20:44:24.107-07:00

Sweet, sweet, music. Whatever will I do without you? It is important to say that music makes my day. Today, I head that song "Calle Ocho" by Pitbull, and I just had to dance. Not just dance, but a full on, Shakira, swinging if the hips, dance. Oh, how happy that made me. I wonder if anyone else feels this way? Another favorite?  "Mercy," by Duffy. It reminds me of the time where my girlfriends

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-78043986761002262772011-02-27T17:34:00.000-07:002011-02-27T17:34:34.035-07:00

After 2 and a half excruciating months, I finally got to run outside yesterday. I've been testing the waters, so to speak the last week; running one mile on the treadmill, and then 2 miles on the treadmill. I thought I was ready, so I did it. Of course, my running will not come back over night. I am sore, and a little owie on the back and the glute from doing it, but nevertheless, I got outside,

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-89132855697556293772011-02-22T20:57:00.000-07:002011-02-22T20:57:59.610-07:00

Fantastic news. Fug-tastic news, truly. Today I got to visit my favorite friend, the orthodontist. Today my BFFug gave me some awesome news. Yes, I am still metal mouth. I was not anticipating any news on the removal forefront, but I was not hoping for the news I received. I am now a monster, a mongoloid. I swear, I feel like the worst things that the orthodontist can do to a person, he does to

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-71179141675285111782011-02-02T11:51:00.000-07:002011-02-02T11:51:16.558-07:00

Since I am inside on a snow day, I decided to work on a little project, instead of spending the whole day grading papers, working on the yearbook, and cleaning. A project somehow makes the day seem complete. Today, I decided to make a little photo book for 2010. Since digital photos are pretty much all I use any more, I forget to upload, print, and put the photos in albums. I am sure there will

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-76408388927413466912011-01-30T12:16:00.000-07:002011-01-30T12:16:32.611-07:00

...now lie in it. I seem to have things go wrong around me these days. Not major things, but annoying or expensive things. Yesterday, I decided it was time to wash my comforter. I'd had my bedding for about a year, and I figured there was enough cat hair to create a new cat on there, so I might as well wash it. First of all, I vacuum the comforter at least once a week.  I also don't sleep on the

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-84691077072828388502011-01-26T20:03:00.000-07:002011-01-26T20:03:56.623-07:00

Being a middle school teacher has its advantages. For instance...spirit week! For people like me who love a costume, this week couldn't be more fun. Today was dress like a teacher / student day. Here are some pictures of Becca and I in the hallway dressed like our eighth graders. Yes, they really wear this stuff. Now, I am not saying I don't wear these things, I just don't wear them all together

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-1064957844469837872011-01-21T17:13:00.000-07:002011-01-21T17:13:46.293-07:00

I am sure being a parent is hard. I am also fairly certain that there are times when you have your children in public, that you want to deny that they even belong to you, because they are acting like such heathens. Maybe you have experienced this, and maybe you have not. Being a teacher, I can truly say that may or may not have been some moments with children that made me want to systematically

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-33207949765546421652011-01-19T21:59:00.000-07:002011-01-19T21:59:25.149-07:00

I'm nosy. People know this about me. I've made a conscious effort over the past year, however, to not poke my nose into other people's business where it doesn't concern me. I usually won't pry for delicious deets about something when I am just dying to know what the latest and greatest is, because my friendships mean more to me than that. I guess I am going with the whole "if they wanted me to

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-45769491872474531852011-01-10T19:46:00.000-07:002011-01-10T19:46:36.056-07:00

Does anyone out there in the blog-o-sphere have an issue with doing things either totally gung-ho, or totally half-assed?  I do. It seems like if I do something it is either all or nothing. Here are a few cases in point: * When I exercise (like my running) I am obsessed over it, and have to run a certain amount of days or a certain amount of miles. There is no in between. Lately because of the

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-35399392286125475972011-01-03T20:28:00.000-07:002011-01-03T20:28:29.352-07:00

I used to have demons in my room at night. Desire, despair, and so many monsters. Now, the monsters sleep.  I find myself content and unaware of so many of the things that used to get under my skin and ruminate. Isn't it funny how one thing can multiply and become many gruesome and grotesque things? After some time, I became infested by the plagues of even the simplest things, and they all

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-46690986756927436152010-12-13T18:51:00.000-07:002010-12-13T18:51:26.234-07:00

     I have been feeling a tad under the weather as far as my body is concerned. I do not like it- Sam- I-Am.      I suppose I should have "listened to my body" more when I began to experience some back and leg pain four weeks ago. I chose to ignore it, and power through my training. I was just thinking, make it through the Pueblo Half Marathon, and then you can back off running for a bit.     

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-90829281808878956892010-11-24T19:37:00.000-07:002010-11-24T19:37:42.786-07:00

Dear Middle Schooler, I am not sure what happens to you when you grace the doors of a middle school building. Apparently something they serve in the delicatessen we call the "cafetorium" injects you with the things you will need to get through the next three years of school.  When you look back at your years in middle school, you may recognize: 1. The "Flying Hug" : This hug requires a boy or

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-34007185965210194762010-11-16T21:13:00.000-07:002010-11-16T21:13:58.164-07:00

Ah, winter time. The time where snow falls, skiers rejoice, runners get grouchy, kids get restless, and adults partake in delicious beverage. Winter is joyous for people who generally do not have seasons, like my friends in Arizona. A jacket, and temperatures below 50 degrees? Heck yes, life is good. Here, however, winter just means a long season of it's dark when you go to work and dark when

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-50473809962775848882010-10-17T12:57:00.000-06:002010-10-17T12:57:22.701-06:00

About a month ago, I posted that I was going to train for the Denver Rock and Roll half marathon, and complete the thing, come hell or high water, regardless of the short amount of training time.  I felt as if I had let myself down in regards to my training, and I could not bare to let another opportunity slip through my fingers. The last few weeks have been tough. Not physically, but just

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-18154452917705963512010-10-13T13:14:00.000-06:002010-10-13T13:14:35.241-06:00

When I am out on a run, and everything seems to suck, I try to put my head into a place where I can think about something other than my burning hips and thighs, the cold air infiltrating my lungs, and what yummy food I get to eat since let's face it, I deserve something good after a long run, right? Most of the time, my head goes to the things that are bothering me. How I can't fix everything in

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-68330091140157180642010-10-11T22:58:00.000-06:002010-10-11T22:58:04.827-06:00

Every once in a while I have a moment...a moment where I stop and I think about the "what-ifs" in life. Thinking about what may happen in the future can be a positive thing, but, it can also become something negative. Obviously, we have no control over what may become of us in the future, no matter how hard we try to feverishly steer our destiny, or to what lengths we go to drag our bodies down

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-932087752045771032010-09-30T09:48:00.000-06:002010-09-30T09:48:13.815-06:00

Rest is on the horizon for me, and it can’t seem to get here soon enough. The first quarter of school ends tomorrow, and it is hard to believe that we have finished 9 weeks already. Today I am giving a quarter final and I am feeling shock and awe that I have covered this much material in such a short amount of time. In turn, I feel like there is so much more that I need to give my students, and I

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-53765787314535790312010-09-14T20:35:00.000-06:002010-09-14T20:35:47.321-06:00

I am a responsible person. I tend to stick to my word when I say I am going to do something. One of my pet peeves is going back on something I said, and replacing it with something better when it comes along. If it bothers me when other people do this to me, it irritates me more when I do it to myself. I believe I am harder on myself than any one could possibly be to another person. Call it type

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A lot has transpired over the last year, and I feel like oftentimes I let my own personal drama get the best of me. Several months back, I made the vow to just be happy. Not happy for others, not happy to make those around me feel comfortable, but just happy because it feels so darn good. Truly, I look at all the wonderful things I have been given in the past year, and how they all outweigh the

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-17918007338591349102010-08-22T13:54:00.000-06:002010-08-22T13:54:57.206-06:00

One of my goals for the last few years was to publish my blog into a book. Not a book that people would buy, but a book of memories for me to have on my shelf. This summer, I had time to work on the project, and was able to put my blogs from the year 2003-2006 into a book. The project took about 10 hours to complete, and I was ecstatic when I could hit "publish" on the editor. Sadly, because this

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-59450299737131004262010-08-18T20:33:00.000-06:002010-08-18T20:33:08.586-06:00

I just am a mess. I have good intentions, but they always end up scattered and tattered. Tonight, I felt like cooking. I decided on a homemade from scratch recipe I found on a website for cauliflower soup with Parmesan Tilapia.  I began with a beautiful head of cauliflower that I needed to decapitate. Once it was torn off the green stick-part (you see I know my food like I know cooking), I

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. . . minus the mess, of course. I realized recently that I have a problem. I believe my OCD manifests itself in many ways. Some ways are the anal retentive, "Monica-ey" neuroses that I have (although those have really gone by the wayside in the last year, strangely), and other ways are subtle and less psycho, like my own personal hoarding. Before I proceed, let my clarify that my home is not a

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-17648462599854445482010-07-30T22:15:00.000-06:002010-07-30T22:15:08.481-06:00

I am a prisoner to my own body. Specifically, my mouth. The other day, I became the proud recipient of rubber bands attached to my braces. Now, I can rock head-gear and rubber bands. I am so sexy, I can barely stand it. The thing about rubber bands are that they are so restrictive. It makes it hard to open my mouth to talk, to eat, to laugh, or to yawn. I go to do something like laugh, and I

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Alice, Meg, and Dana: At Dragon Man's Range After my last range experience with my dad, I was chomping at the bit to go shooting again. A few weeks ago, my friend Dana's husband took the three of us shooting at Dragon Man's range in Colorado Springs. I was stoked to shoot in a place that was not blazing hot, like Phoenix, but I think we picked one of the hottest days of the year to shoot.

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-17151510765977677682010-07-15T22:08:00.000-06:002010-07-15T22:08:18.494-06:00

Once upon a time, I was terrified of guns. My dad would clean his Glock, and I would watch in horror...I mean guns HURT people. As I grew up from a little sprog, I still believed guns were scary. I had more and more guns in my home, and I didn't even want to touch them. Were they really that frightening? No, truthfully, I believe it was the fear of the unknown. I went shooting a few times here

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-71975262281667841642010-07-06T16:58:00.000-06:002010-07-06T16:58:02.320-06:00

I have decided that I have very little motivation to exercise. It is not because I do not enjoy it, I certainly do, it is that I am lacking the drive to get out there and DO IT. The funny thing is, once I am outside, on a trail, in a pool, or in the gym, I feel fantastic. What is it about my mental block that prohibits me from getting up early in the morning to work out? Why does my brain say, "

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-78364263674161179442010-07-05T22:19:00.000-06:002010-07-05T22:19:53.074-06:00

I have always wanted to kayak. Kayak on the ocean, kayak on a lake, kayak on a river...you get my point. It never really worked out for me, other than one time while I was in the Bahamas, and I think I was so engrossed in the clarity of the ocean, that I forgot to really focus on the actual paddling. So, last week while I was in Keystone for some International Baccalaureate training, I was lucky

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-16850097676016067122010-07-04T15:27:00.000-06:002010-07-04T15:27:48.222-06:00

"My friends are my estate." - Emily Dickinson  Over the past year, I have taken a great many hours pondering friendship. What makes a true friend? How can I be a true friend? What qualities would I want a friend to have, and in turn, what qualities would a friend want from me? Some people may say friendship comes easy to them. Some choose to keep a small handful of friends, others want an array

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-44685501236310760572010-06-24T18:06:00.001-06:002010-06-24T18:07:14.526-06:00

I know in this economy, many people have had to look at their finances and re-evaluate the necessities in their lives. I too, have felt the pinch and had to buckle down and tighten my belt. (How is that for three idioms in one sentence)? Education is not exactly the most lucrative of professions, and that is a well known fact. The thing is, I really do love my job. No, it is not the three months

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As a young girl, it was perfectly acceptable to dream. We could be whatever we wanted to be, come what may. Being a dreamer was whimsical and magical and welcomed. Books would often help expedite young childhood dreams. Now, a mundane day could spring to life, and we could be doctors, teachers, dancers, nurses, hair stylists, pioneers, Romanian gymnasts, characters in "Annie," running from "The

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-4220910767594136702010-06-15T22:55:00.000-06:002010-06-15T22:55:14.677-06:00

  Lake Pleasant, Arizona It is a miracle! After years of trying, I finally made it up on one ski, and managed to stay up until my legs were so shaky that I had to stop. I was so excited about getting up, that I was determined to stay up as long as possible. It has been almost four years since I have been on water skis and I was pretty sure it would be another flop on the water for me, but today

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-58075191252410113852010-06-09T17:03:00.000-06:002010-06-09T17:03:38.517-06:00

I'm a rules girl. I tend to follow the rules, and get upset when others do not. I especially get frustrated when people know, willingly, that they are breaking the rules. Are they not rules for reasons???  Gosh. Being in Phoenix on the webs of pavement and asphalt that are intertwined like mating spiders, I start to question the rules, specifically, the traffic rules. They are out to get me.

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Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-53628468053727192042010-06-04T17:15:00.000-06:002010-06-04T17:15:55.595-06:00

I am bored. When I am bored, I seek change. Usually, I color my hair. I've had red, black, brown, and the current blonde. I actually really like my hair the color it is, so I am not wanting to make a hair change. For once, the blonde suits me, and the ever growing length is exactly what I need. I cut some side bangs a few months back, and have been considering full bangs since then. I don't know

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-57114627888453892872010-06-04T16:53:00.000-06:002010-06-04T16:53:13.088-06:00

So, I am thinking of going back to the things that make me grin: like writing. I've decided instead of waste away a summer break, why not try my hand at something that I love again? So, I'm planning on beginning a novel here very shortly. I've done it before, but the book moved from center stage, to the back of my closet, and out of my mind, essentially. I've found it a time or two when I was

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-10328204706092877402010-06-01T20:58:00.001-06:002010-06-01T21:00:01.400-06:00

Anyone who knows me, tends to know that I think highly of manners. I know this is somewhat oxymoronic, due to the fact that I think burps and farts are funny, but nevertheless, manners are important, especially in social settings. Tonight, I had the opportunity to have dinner with many different yearbook coordinators / teachers from across the Colorado Springs area. Some teachers were from my

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-64170105146782916702010-05-22T16:47:00.000-06:002010-05-22T16:47:41.534-06:00

I love the Sally Hansen nail pens that create quick designs on a manicures or pedicures. I have silver, white and black, and have had an array of little designs all over my fingers and toes. My favorite part about these pens, is that even the clumsiest of painters can create a quick French manicure in virtually no time at all. Last week, I decided a black-tipped manicure was in order. I'd tried

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-73031136567733684102010-05-14T19:43:00.000-06:002010-05-14T19:43:53.977-06:00

...all right, there are a few.  Some days I just want to scream. I am NOT always the bad guy. My feelings matter too, dang-it. That is all.

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Some days, being a middle school teacher blows. Kids can demonstrate such horrible behavior, and make you question what this world is coming to. Other days like today; however, kids make a lasting impression. Yesterday, my middle school track team had a meet that was over an hour away from our school. We had only one bus because we were missing over half of the team (don't ask...). The small team

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-63692748592951707512010-04-17T19:21:00.000-06:002010-04-17T19:21:45.453-06:00

Silver does not look good with everything as I once thought. Case in point?  My mouth. My braces journey began a year ago when I decided the straight teeth, with a little space and the uneven bite needed some fixing. I endured what surely was on step away from hell: spacers. Then to make it even more fun, the mouth apparatus, and the headgear was introduced. (Picture how CUTE I look in headgear

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-37981115073270588732010-03-24T19:26:00.000-07:002010-03-24T19:26:06.162-07:00

Today, I had the pleasure of having one of the worlds most relaxing massages at the Broadmoor Resort and Spa. The massage itself was quite incredible. I had my hands and feet exfoliated, moisturized, followed by a good rubbin'. It was bliss. After the massage, the facilities are open for enjoyment for as long as necessary. I took full advantage: hot and dry sauna, aromatherapy room, and a long,

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-40836295559620240562010-03-23T19:28:00.000-07:002010-03-23T19:28:16.188-07:00

Today has just been a giant cluster F@%&. A sampling... (Mind you, I said a sampling... this was not all.) 1. Never made it to the gym. Got there, got distracted by texts and calls, and turned around. 2. The paperwork I needed to complete was not complete-able. 3. Decided to cook. The breading for my chicken was unbread-able. Ew. 4. Decided to bake. The cookies look and taste like fossilized

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-43094644083347747582010-03-17T19:16:00.000-07:002010-03-17T19:16:29.632-07:00

There are so many things to write about today. The guy in the Tahoe next to me today at the stoplight who was (EW) cutting his fingernails while driving. OR the line that wove not once, but twice around Chick-Fil-A. How about the fourth trip to the Mac store in one week getting my iMac back in working order?  All great things to ramble about, but instead, I will whine about my evening. It's

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-76455425975640131562010-03-15T18:42:00.000-07:002010-03-15T18:42:13.091-07:00

So, if I complained about my lost hour of sleep, I take it back now. What a happy, joyous evening I had. I managed to go for a little run, cook dinner, and now I am sitting out on the porch, and I can still see a sliver of the sun behind the peak. Last week, this would not be feasible, today... oh the possibilities! Now, we just need a few weeks of warmer weather, and I think all of Colorado

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This morning I woke up, to what I thought was going to be a bright and early day...then....CONFOUNDED! Daylight savings. That is my punishment for being a nerd and going to bed two weekend nights before 10:30?  Stellar. Guess not wanting to sleep in is now out of the question. Next weekend? I'm going all out, folks. Yup. Midnight! 

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-1167404980683824472010-03-09T20:52:00.000-07:002010-03-09T20:52:53.719-07:00

Today I actually accomplished a little mani-pedi on my own! I'm stoked! Silver french manicure and silver polka dotted toes. What is better than the cuteness of my flanges? ...the fact that I did not paint all over the skin!  Oh yeeeeah. As cool as my digits are though, that is not what is on my mind this evening. I wish that was all that is on my mind, but alas, life can't be all shopping and

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-78620914777335763602010-02-24T17:27:00.000-07:002010-02-24T17:27:09.882-07:00

This morning, I decided to wear a dress to work. Not because I felt like looking fancy or anything, but because of my pants need to be dry cleaned due to the snow laziness. My dress is a cute turtleneck sweater dress, one I wear will tall boots (not the broken stilettos, thank goodness). Its been cold outside, so I wear tights with my dresses to keep the legs warm. Well, when I put on the tights

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-38776003317194011852010-02-22T19:29:00.000-07:002010-02-22T19:29:15.238-07:00

When does one finally give in and actually like the cold? I've not figured that one out yet. I find myself longing for dinner on a warm patio, surrounded by palm trees, and sitting serenely with a drink in hand. That is just not going to happen anytime soon here in Colorado, so perhaps I should look for vacation spots to have the warm sunshine put its arms around me. It just seems like the cold

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-20698278295044538992010-01-18T09:08:00.000-07:002010-01-18T09:08:36.976-07:00

I find solace and peace within the simple things in life. Watching a beautiful sunset, counting the stars on a clear night, running slowly while taking in nature, and breathing the fresh air every once in a while. Last weekend, I went for a long walk at Palmer Park. How have I missed this little path just nestled within Colorado Springs? The trail is right in the middle of the city, with amazing

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-770620350749387872010-01-11T11:26:00.000-07:002010-01-11T11:26:34.794-07:00

I am the first to admit, I do not like to try new things when it comes to food. I flat out refused to try sushi until I was on a date, and was essentially forced to try the raw ickiness. Soon, the raw ickiness turned into raw deliciousness, and I was a huge fan. I guess I am like the three year old that just needs to be forced to try something new. This weekend, I was faced with the dilemma to

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-10625688214573031792010-01-02T19:57:00.000-07:002010-01-02T19:57:11.494-07:00

Much like last year, I'd like to set a list of goals that I wish to accomplish in the new year. This time, I will post these goals on my wall somewhere to see what it is I need to accomplish, and remind myself of the things I desire. The list will be shorter this year, because I truly want to hone in on the few things I need work on, instead of having a lofty-list with few check in the boxes.

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-19580949822973430502010-01-02T19:47:00.000-07:002010-01-02T19:47:56.936-07:00

{My goals for 2009-What I Actually Accomplished!}Well it seems I did not get as far with things as I would have liked, but I am truly proud of what I did do. Some of these things are a work in progress, but I think if you continue to persevere, anything is possible. * Cook a few times a week (Lofty goal, eh?) MMM...nope. * Run for 6 more months (of course then some) so I can call myself a "

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Is this not the time of year where one is to sit, relax, and enjoy the simple things in life? Um, that is what I thought. Tone in down a few notches sista, and get with the program. I need to find me holiday jingle, and PRONTO! OK, I feel better now. Ho, Ho, Ho!

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-27006181810170688182009-12-06T16:40:00.000-07:002009-12-06T16:40:12.285-07:00

Look at Prada's handy-work. She thinks for some reason it is her main mission in life to find paper of some kind, and shred it to pieces. Mind you, this cat has no front claws...so this damage is caused solely by teeth.  Thankfully, she does not deem it necessary to do this lovely little art work all of the time, only on special occasions. This occasion must have been, "It was not snowing

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-29708326546389536932009-12-04T21:58:00.000-07:002009-12-04T21:58:33.821-07:00

I love this child so much. My niece, London is so darling. She made this little note for me when I was at home for Thanksgiving. My lazy bum just got around to unpacking my suitcase (hey...I've been busy!) and I found my note waiting there for me. She wrote this all by herself, and she is only 5. Her dad helped her sound out most of the words, but in general, she did this on her own. I think

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-3809354935584611132009-11-29T23:08:00.000-07:002009-11-29T23:08:10.040-07:00

Grading. It really bites. I can describe the bite as the kind that starts off a little painful, and then begins to fester after some time due to the toxins within that which actually did the biting. Ugh. This week, I have had HOURS worth of grading. I thought I was doing a good thing by assigning a project so close to a holiday, because I thought I was going to be home alone for Thanksgiving. Me,

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-29096545229914671902009-11-14T10:51:00.000-07:002009-11-14T10:51:42.272-07:00

I have been suffering from a case of the bugs the last few days. Teaching puts you in the direct line of fire when it comes to illness. It seems as if it is a never-ending revolving door of disease at my school. This year, it seems worse than previous years. I would expect major sickness for elementary schools, but not so much for middle school. If we keep getting annihilated, then we should be

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-58322554637101893232009-10-26T19:48:00.000-07:002009-10-26T19:48:16.178-07:00

Far be it for me to deny the fact that I am addicted to the upper-east side teeny-drama that is Gossip Girl. What is worse? Young girls dressed up to emulate fashionistas, or young girls dressed up as fashionistas that somehow look a tad transvestite? The headbands? The three-piece suits? The uber-sophisticated langauge that only well-bred, highly educated society use? Tisk-tisk my haute coture

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-75871986475043558152009-10-24T15:46:00.000-06:002009-10-24T15:46:30.711-06:00

What do you strut your stuff in?  For me, it is crazy socks and cowboy boots. This post?  My Socks! When I was in California, I found this sock shop that sells mis-matched socks. You buy them in "pairs" of three. The purpose of this, is to never match. What a cute concept, right? RIGHT!  The problem is, I am severely OCD, and this mis-matched look all of the time does not work for me. Solution?

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It is no secret that I like to change my hair. Some changes are good changes, others are "hair-brained" and somewhat questionable. I decided to post a small journey of my hair through the years. I believe I began in 2003-2004 ish and ended up in September of this year (2009). Trust me folks . . . these are the good, the bad, and the FUGLY. {I believe I

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-60329996708814902602009-10-14T20:21:00.003-06:002009-10-14T21:21:29.648-06:00

Writing is not writing unless you can say what you really mean to say. John Mayer had it right when he said " It is better to say to much, than to never say what you need to say again."So often people have something of importance to say, yet they are afraid to put their comments out there, because of what someone might think. Why must we be afraid? We have free speech for a reason. If someone

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-27366328636357526132009-10-12T21:43:00.002-06:002009-10-12T21:46:51.183-06:00

My house is too quiet. I do not like the sound of silent, it startles me.I have been lucky enough to have my dad and Cheryl here since Wednesday night, and prior to that, my sister Bri was here with me for 5 days.I am used to the sound of nothing in my house, but normally, I am too busy to really reflect that I am here most of the time alone.It is too quiet. I want people back.

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For years I have wanted to undertake the training for a triathlon, but I never found the time to make it possible. After running a half marathon, I found it only fitting that the next step could only appropriately be a triathlon. The chosen tri? The Fall Frenzy in Parker, CO. This race was a sprint tri and consisted of a 500yd pool swim, an 11 mile bike, and a 3 mile run. Let me preface this by

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I have been kind of in a quandary the last few days because someone told me that I am not a happy person. When I thought about it, it got me down. Of course I am a happy person... what am I thinking? Many things bring me happiness, and when I have happiness, my cup runneth over. Hmmmph. Forget those words, because I know who I am, and nothing is going to change that.After a day or so of thinking

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I'm back...for good this time. So much to catch up on, but all I want to do is write.Do you feel the swish of the fingers over your keyboard like I do?Do words transform you in powerful ways only more words can explain?Does the look of black upon white make you want more of that ordinary juxtaposition?I can't explain it, but I've missed it. My creative chunks were missing, or temporarily

Meagan Butlerhttps://profiles.google.com/108301571521316600259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5299758.post-35553732737549521542009-08-11T19:15:00.002-06:002009-08-11T19:17:47.949-06:00

I've been up to my ears in education the last 22 months. In case anyone wanted to see what I have been up to, check out my PORTFOLIO here. The site is making some changes this week, so I am hoping the integrity of my folio remains in-tact.2 weeks, 1 day left. Who wants to party with me afterward?

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I like the simple things in life. I really am a simple girl. I know, some people might say I am frilly, high maintenance, and take too long to get ready (and THAT is the truth), but that still does not mean I am not simple.I like to read books and sit outside in the sun. I like to go see movies and eat kettle corn.Lately, life has become complicated. I can't really complain, because I do it to

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Last night after watching True Blood I got an itch to do a little vampire research. Lets face it, vampires have invaded pop culture and created mass bandwagon-style hysteria from books to movies, to television. I have found myself on this media driven wagon, and read book series of all different kinds about the undead.One thing I found interesting...the vampire, especially the Slavic and the

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One of my new years goals was to buy something ReTrO for my home. Half a year went by, and I finally did it. Now, this cute little photo has been eyeballed for almost two years in the Ballard Designs catalog before I actually bought it. I waited until I had a gift certificate, and a sale, and then I pounced! This giclee (I'm not sure why they are called that, but these painting-esqe whimsical

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Dirty hair? Don't feel like washing the greasies out day after day? Well , I have for you a Dirty little Secret!This stuff is pretty much my new best friend. I have hair that is fine, and it gets in a condition that I do not like FAST. This spray will let you extend your 'do for a little bit longer by taking away the oil slick, sprucing up the smell, and re-creating the hairstyle.This is a MUST

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Today, I did the worst thing possible (in my eyes). I procrastinated.With the wedding (Maili's), wedding guests, wedding activities, and preparing all things wedding, I felt like doing nothing the last few days. Our guests left on Sunday, and I just wanted to veg. I loved every minute of every activity, but I have not stopped running here and there for almost a week now. Many of my activities

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I love Costco. There are so many great deals to be had, and best of all, these deals are in bulk. I love to have enough TP, paper towels, and shaving cream to last me a few months. "Getting low" means that I may have 8 rolls of paper towels, and 3 packs of TP left. I know, it is neurotic, but everyone who knows me, understands the serious OCD issues I have...and hey, that is what makes me, ME!I

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I did it!Through five months of "training" for a half marathon, I finally reached my goal. I can cross the item off my list of things to do this year, and be oh so joyful. I can also cross off becoming a runner on my list, because clearly, I ran a half marathon! Also, I have been running for a solid year, I started last June. SHAZAM!I made it past the obstacles I never thought I could make it

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{This is me, all foxy in the wet suit, paired with the hubster}Nothing is as fun as a beautiful, sunny day in Colorado. What do we Colorodies do on days like this? We WHITE WATER Raft!White water rafting in 50 degree water, dressed up in body-huggin' wetsuits (can't breathe, y'all), wearing the prescribed booties, getting super-sweet croakies to hold on the shades, hanging out with your

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