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The doctor ordered me to get a 20 minute foot rub each morning.  When I told Micah, he kind of giggled it off.  So these past two days, I assumed my husband would get up a few minutes early, and really deliver.  Well, I was WRONG.  The guy has time to head over to the Hemeon’s house to drop off his bike for his weekend trip.  He has time to take his 45 minute shower.  He has time to hit the snooze button.  But he just doesn’t have time for the woman who bore his child which is the reason this all happened in the first place! 

Poor little Micah!  About half way through my pregnancy, my feet started to ache every morning when I would get out of bed.  I thought it would have eventually gone away, but since I had the baby, it has only been worse.  I finally went to see my foot doctor…and got the best news ever.  Apparently, I have post partum ??? (can’t remember the name, but it sounded fancy)   During pregnancy the hormone that relaxes all of the bones, can sometimes relax and irritate the bones in the balls of the feet.  A few months after I am done nursing, all should be back to normal, but in the meantime…..what can I do about it you ask???  Well, I can opt for physical therapy - but we all know I probably won’t “opt”.  I can take a daily antiinflammatory - but since I HATE to take pills because I am the “side effect queen” don’t count on it.  Lastly, Dr. Cachia told me of the best solution I have ever heard!  He prescribed a DAILY FOOT RUB!  He said it only needs to be about ten minutes per foot, preferably before I get out of bed! 

When I called Micah and told him the good news, he said “I don’t believe you”.  I said, “I have the paper to prove it.”  He said, “I don’t doubt you have the paper, I just don’t believe that he really prescribed it.”  I said, “Well believe it, and feel free to call him and ask if you need to know for sure.”  He said, “Maybe I will.”  (Knowing full well that there isn’t a chance in the world he will.)  I sang, “How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You…….Yes It Is Baby….. (repeat)”. 

Tristen and Scummy were at the JT Concert, and ran into Jamie Lynn Spears.  This picture was on a paparazzi’s website!

Micah has been SO excited lately.  He has been looking forward to changing the venue of the Beacon Hill Tri to the beach.  He chose Capo Beach, and coursed out the whole thing from there.  In an effort to really get his loyal participants excited, and to make the BH Tri seem a little more legit, he built actual bike racks for the trasition area.  The race went off without a hitch, and all of the participants seemed to really like the course.  My brother David raced for the first time and had fun.  Afterwards, we went with both Hemeon families to breakfast.  David commented at least three times how amazed he was by the dissection and constant critique of the race after the race.  Basically, Micah and whomever like to talk about every detail of the race for hours…then days…then months….and actually even years.  They talk about the way to lace shoes, the turn at the 3rd corner, the best spot on the bike rack, blah…blah…blah.. blah…blah! After David commented, I just smiled with a glazed over look and “welcomed” him to my world!  I actually have fun, and love that Micah is so excited about his little race.  Nice job babe…..and I especially like the pink swim cap!

Grandma Bean passed away last night.  She was 95 years old, and her husband passed away years ago - before I was around.  I always told her that I would try and track down President Hinckley for a date, but she just told me that she was “too old to date”!  Then I would tell her that I really wanted President Hinckley for a grandpa, and to take one for the team!  Luckily I just saw her about two months ago when my family was vacationing in Utah.  She was happy and darling as usual.  I am SO excited for her to go and meet up with her husband!  XOXO Grandma Bean!

Tristen…the newest Apply store employee, got me to sign up for “OneToOnes” at the Apple store. My trainer Derick has been teaching me how to use my MAC, and all of the great capabilities it has. And there are a few important things I have learned so far. First, the Photobooth is pretty cool if you need a quick little snapshot. Second, Derick is one of the best trainers who responds VERY WELL to treats. And lastly, If I do bring treats to my sessions, I get extra sessions (three a week instead of one), and I also run into the next timeslot! Who says bribery is a bad thing!

Adrienne Z…….don’t you tell me he isn’t tan!

I feel good after my 4+ mile walk this morning.  I met up with a couple friends and their kids, and we had a good combination - good pace, good kids, good conversation and good weather! 

One of the topics that came up in our conversation was how Scummy wants to get a little poodle pretty soon.  Too bad that Jenny and I were there to tell her without sugarcoating it–that she is ridiculous!  Funny thing is…about ten minutes into our walk Scummy started seeing signs that prove that she needs her dog!  First, she looked over the edge of the sidewalk and saw a lump of tar that looked exactly like a black poodle!  It really did, and we were all cracking up.  Then a bit later, we hear ferocious barking from the house up the hill from us.  I report that there were 3 poodles freaking out at us — and one happened to be a little apricot toy poodle - exactly what Scummy wants! 

Then in classic Scummy fashion, she started pointing out things that were “signs”, but to me they were more like “stretches”.  We had a great time, and I will admit that the signs were a little freaky!  Scummy, I think you should go and get your poodle today, so we don’t have a poodle fall out of the sky in front of us on our next walk!  After our walk, we all treated ourselves to a Jamba Juice (which probably defeats the purpose), and headed our seperate ways.  That is definitely my idea of excercising…having fun while you do it! 

Of all of the features Scout got from me, the last one I wanted him to get was “ugly crying disease”!  You know how some people shed some tears, wipe them away and then go on with their day as usual.  If even one tear enters my ducts, I am puffy, red and hideous for the rest of the day.  Worse than that is when I actually have a good cry.  Depending on how “good” that cry is, I can be out of commission for up to two days.  Poor little guy!