Just an old soul...

So I've always been a lot different than the majority of my friends. It's well known that I often opt for a quiet night in rather than a loud rowdy night with my girlfriends at the local hot spots. Well once again, it's been proven true. While most of my friends were out celebrating with cocktails, I took a different approach to my Saturday night.

Meet the Frisby's. Jonah (5), Fletch & Cash (4 months.) These kids weren't quite as excited as I was about this picture, not after it took Mandi a few attempts with my camera. Turns out the flash wasn't on...still isn't.

Usually, my friends are nursing quite the hangover on Sunday morning...that is if they have woken up at a time to still be considered morning. I, on the other hand, was up early and hard at work.

Mom walked by and just watched and laughed. She didn't offer much help, because she wanted to see how I could do in the event that twins don't skip generations and I'm blessed with multiples. I did pretty well I think, considering one likes rice cereal and the other prefers a bottle. What they didn't get on camera was later in the morning with Jonah sitting by my side on his Nintendo, me bouncing Cash in my lap to keep him from crying and Fletch in the bouncy seat on the floor being rocked by my foot, while Mae Mae and Mandi beautified themselves. What is all the fuss about how hard it is to be a mom? Just kidding!!!

Now, I know there are typical greasy meals that most of my friends indulge in around 1pm on a Sunday afternoon, and I wasn't too different in that sense. I did enjoy a greasy meal at 1, but at Planet Pizza. Wahoo!

There isn't any time or hands for napkins in these situations involving Cash, people. You've got to improvise. Mandi just looks on in amusement that it's me and she's finally getting a break!

Fletch apparently mistakes me for his burp cloth, but it's okay. Again, Mandi is pretty amused. ..and how did she stay so clean?


We love having the Frisby's at our house, even if Daddy Brad was forced to stay at home to fish (poor thing!) Mandi has always said she wanted her family to be just like the Stanga's. Well, she's almost there.

Happy Holidays!!

Last night Robyn and I hosted our first party since we've been in our house. We had a wine tasting party for our girlfriends and it was actually a nice little turnout. We shared delicious salty & sweet treats, great wine and frivolous laughs.

Thank you to all who came and celebrated the season with us. We loved having you and can't wait to do it again. Maybe this will be an annual event...but next year, I'll try to put my wine glass down before 2am.

Merry Christmas!

I Rocked The Half!

On Sunday, December 9th, I participated in my first White Rock 1/2 Marathon. After 3+ months of training and hard work, I knew I was prepared enough to do my best and cross the finish line.

It took a lot of preparation and organization leading up to the event, and it helps to have friends doing it with you. Saturday afternoon I headed to the Runner's Expo with Kacy, Janee, Tammi and Amie to pick up our runners' packets and to browse around at all the different gear on display.


After a picture or two, purchasing our energy goo, jelly beans and some new cold-weather gear, we were then ready for our long-awaited carb meal at Maggiano's. For 5 girls, the family-style servings was more than enough food, but we still were able to clear a few plates...and shots (of Vitamin C.)


After plenty of pasta and carbs, I headed home to get my stuff all ready to go and was in bed and asleep at 9:45. My alarm was set for 5:45 Sunday morning to get out of bed and start gearing up. I picked Chris up from his house at 7:15 and we headed down to the AAC to meet up with the rest of Team Chelada.



The weather forecast was not looking so good for us. 40 degrees and rain was in our running future, so we were a little worried about how our pace would be in conditions we hadn't trained for much. Lucky for us, it was chilly but just shy of miserable and the rain held off for the most part. There was a little drizzle, but nothing to keep us from reaching our own personal goals. For various reasons, my training schedule had slowed down at the end, and pair that with the unpleasant running conditions, I was nervous that I wouldn't keep a satisfying pace. I talked to some other runners who had previously done halves and full marathons, and they said not to worry about pace, just finish - that's all you have to do...just cross the finish line. Taking their advice into consideration, I set a very reasonable goal for myself of finishing the 13.1 miles in 2 hours and 45 minutes. Turns out, only half of the challenge is your body strength and training, the other half is mental. With all the determination I had and the adrenaline rushing, I finished in 2 hours, 26 minutes and 2 seconds - which averages out to be just at 11 minutes a mile. I was extremely proud of myself, and knew I would have a pretty good time since my pace was gradually speeding up as I hit each mile marker. My pace as I crossed the line was at 9 minutes and 45 seconds. The last mile was brutal, and I don't know if I was just so anxious or if it was because I was running at such a fast pace, but it felt as if it were 3 miles. As I rounded the corner and saw the balloons, cheering crowds, cameras, and finish line, I knew I had made it. It was such a proud moment for me. I loved it and can't wait to do another one.