This is an email I just wrote to my so-very-reachable sisters:

So- this is a picture of a HUGE spider, that i killed tonight. im pretty sure i shed a tear, and was sweating bullets thinking it was going to kill me in my sleep, and nick. and i called you BOTH for moral support, and you didn't pick up. some sisters you are!!! (although i dont blame you because its possible that you thought i was calling about a loud crashing noise that ended up being a picture frame... again). lord help me.

This picture does not do it justice at all. It was about the width of my hand including its legs, and it's body was like the size of 2 quarters, thick, and FURRY. I smashed it so hard, and after 20 mins of me trying to figure out how i was going to get it outside (thats when i called you both), i went over to it with a spatula and it sensed me and MOVED ITS ONLY WORKING LEG. the other legs were separated and a few inches from the body. so i counted down "3-2-1" and smashed the shit out of it again, until it was a small pancake.

I then continued to search pictures on google images, determined to figure out what kind of spider it was, and what it would have done to nick if it had reached him!!

i have never been so scared in my life.
....the life of 116 central....

more wine please. it looked like some genetic mutation occurred between a frog and small BIRD.
UGH. repulsive.

Night Running

I've been coaching up a storm these days!
I went to Rutgers camp last week and slept in the dorms (bed check, the whole sha-bang) with my teammates that were also coaching. It was so fun. I've NEVER had fun coaching a camp, I'll be honest. 100 degree whether, young children each wanting a lolipop because they all 'deserve' them - God forbid someone actually wins a prize and the rest of the kids don't. But I actually had FUN... mostly because of my teammates being there. My mom asked me today if it made me miss it so much that I wish I had another year to play. I definitely wish I was not done yet, but I don't wish I was playing for another year, if that makes sense. I know God put every situation in my life for a reason, transferring and all, and I've learned and continue to learn from all of it!
We woke up at 5:50am one morning of camp to go to the weight room. My (former- eek) teammates are doing their summer workout packets, and I just ran to prepare for this race. I can't even say how proud I am of my girls waking up at 5:50am on a morning they were going to have the coach ALL day in the blazing sun. They are dedicated and awesome. I know this year will be great for them, and I'll be cheering them on from the sidelines for sure. Lord knows I'm not sitting in the stands.. Laura, save me a seat on that bench!

I went for a run tonight at 9 just as it was getting really dark. It was awesome! I got home just in time to watch "Bethanny Getting Married". Love love love it. I'm sore and sweaty.

I've had a few run-ins with the cops in Montclair...
Not for terrible reasons :) Just random car trouble, fights at the high, and innocent house parties. But the other night goes down in history for 116 Central Ave.
I'm mid-step into the shower on the 3rd floor when I hear the biggest/loudest crash I've ever heard. Glass hitting wood? Wood slamming plastic? Plastic slamming glass? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that K.Rich was downstairs and not answering my screams for her name. So I ran down to peep the sitch (check out the situation). My mom was sitting in our arm chair on the porch, silent I might add. I said "Mom? Talk to me, did you hear that?". "Yeah." "Okay.. what happened?" "Well.. I don't know..it.. I don't know." So Im thinking 'great... get the phone.. call the cops'. So long story short, I call the cops, in my bath towel. And after 4 cops searched the house, the found that a huge painting that my uncle created had fallen from the wall on the second floor. We apologized to the Montclair cops (who, by the way, looked extremely bored on their way up the front walk, so I don't feel bad), and got on the with the night. Ohhh the life of two ladies at 116 Central. Gotta love it.

I'm so thankful for my life right now. God is good

I just got home from a fun week in Minnesota! Lucky me, I got to be nanny aunt faith for the week. Having a niece and nephew is really the best thing ever. I flew to Chi-town and then to Fargo, and I'm convinced they are the 2 windiest cities in the country. Not fun in little planes! Barf.
Teags is starting to talk a lot and is on her way to being a sweet lax player after I brought her 1st stick in my bag. Not sure if she knows exactly what to do with it.. but it's cool, she'll grow into it, I'm convinced (it's in the genes).
My race training was put on hold this week. Oops. I thought about running every day, but couldn't get myself to do it. It's fine, I'm not trying to be Usain Bolt (spelling is prob totally wrong), just trying to finish the race, which I know I'll do. Plus, running in that wind is not worth it. Although I did manage to buy a "Run for your life" Fargo Marathon t-shirt, ha. Acting like I actually ran it! How funny. We can pretend.
I went straight from Newark airport into the city last night to meet some friends, slept there, then this morning transferred my clean stuff from my "fargo bag" into my "maryland bag" for a coaching trip I'm about to leave for in an hour. Driving south + 4th of July weekend = pray for me!

I considered for about one second smuggling fireworks back with me, but considering the security lady in the Fargo airport blacklighted my ID, that would not have been smart.

Off to watch tennis. Perfectly happy to switch my attention from World Cup to Wimby.