Congratulations, to my athlete sister, Christy!

Here we are at the PF Chang’s marathon in Phoenix, AZ on January 18, 2009, Christy’s sister, Christy’s mom, Christy, and Christy’s niece.  She rocked the house, baby.  This was her first half marathon and she trained for 4 months.  In snow and sleet and rain and horrible Vancouver, WA weather.  She basically kept at 16 minute mile walking pace for more than three hours…. which is really fast for those of us who aren’t training.

I’m so proud of her!  She was never an athlete growing up, like our brother and yours truly.  She was a cheerleader, and as all athletes know, cheerleaders aren’t athletes.  (Don’t write me hate mail… we all know there is some athletic ability needed for jumping up and down.)  When Christy was filling out her marathon application, the bottom line said “signature of athlete”.  We laughed and told her to cross it out and write cheerleader.  he he he.

Anyway, she’s one up on me.  I’ve not even thought of doing a marathon.  I think I’ve mentioned my aversion to running on my blog before.  I don’t really get it.  Unless you’re being chased.  Why run when you can jazzercize???  (totally joking, ok!)

Christy is here in sunny AZ with her husband, Big Sexy, for the marathon and for her birthday tomorrow!  Yeah!  It’s party time!  We have BIG plans on hitting the scrapbooking store in Mesa that stocks all of Heidi Swapp’s goodies.  Whooo HOooo!

Way to go, baby Chrissy!  You’re the bomb, baby.

Welcome to My Sister’s Jar….

Behold!  The original jar and journal, my Christmas gift from my sister, that inspired me to start a blog….this blog.  A moment of silence is completely appropriate at this time.  Also in the picture are my holy rocks from Lake Tahoe.  They just happened to be waiting for their inaugural photo op on the front porch table.  I’m not a nerdy rock collector (no offense to any rockhounds); I was simply inspired to bring the holy rocks to Phoenix to remind me of serene Tahoe moments in the cool summer air by the lake.

“What is in the jar?” you ask. Journalling prompts taken from a Heidi Swapp scrapbooking class that my sister participated in throughout 2007.  There are 52 slips of paper asking a question a week…. for a year.  I mean seriously, how else will my kids and grandkids ever know about our crazy family traditions, giddy moments of nonsense and aspirations of greatness?  If I don’t tell the story, who will?  My husband, Rick?  He didn’t even write half of his required papers in college that he turned in…. but that’s another story from another time.

I was so inspired by the journey through the jar, that I want to encourage you to write the answers to the questions for yourself, for posterity.  The jar is safe.  There are no wrong answers.  Welcome to my sister’s jar.

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