The things I talk myself into. Part 2.

I wanted a cross between this (color)...

And this (cut)... 

Well, I did.
And, as much as I hate putting my picture next to those two....

This is what I came out with.

I know. Nothing like the pics. But I still like it.

Even if it does make me want to, now more than ever, break out in song.  (Y'know..."The sun'll come out tomorrow. Betcher bottom dollar that tomorrow, ther'll be sun. Just thinkin' about tomorrow, wipe away the cobwebs & the sorrow till there's none.  When you're stuck with a day..." etc, etc....)

That's all.

The things I talk myself into. Part 1.

Well, here it is.  My next endeavor. 

Wasatch Back Relay

I'm posting it on here so I'll actually start training.  Yes, that's right.  START training.  As in, I haven't yet. 

A glutton for punishment.  I know.  Some might say a little crazy, even.  But at least I'll be in good company.

And, hey.  The website says to "think of it as a 188-mile party". 

Well, there ya go. 

I will do that.

The Madness

I sure like college basketball.

Even if my bracket is failing miserably.

Looks Aren't Everything

Okay.  So the other day someone told me I look like Holly Hobby.

"Uh, thanks," I said. 

But I was thinking who the heck is Holly Hobby and get me out of here so I can google her. 

Friends, meet Holly Hobby.

Apparently I look like a 5-year old little girl cartoon.   With a bonnet.

Happy

Day.