A dessert by any other name

These should last a week.

I don't nag my husband, Gary, about eating poorly (what's the point?), but I do tease him about it on the rarest of occasions.

It's a running joke that his idea of a balanced diet is making sure he has French fries across from the cheeseburger on his plate.

Recently, we were relaxing on the couch watching a couple hours of TV before heading off to bed. After eating one chocolate ice cream bar, he got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out another one.

Moving my glasses slightly down my nose and glaring at him from above them, I asked, using my nagging wife voice, "Going for no. 2, huh?"

"Nope," he said. "I'm calling this my middle one."

We both busted out laughing, having to pause whatever show we were watching because we were nearly on the floor.

The irony will be, of course, that he'll probably outlive me. At least there are precious moments like these to cherish along the way.

Short, hilarious video: 'Day after the marathon'

A coworker, a runner, shared this with me yesterday, and we both just laughed our butts off because it is so relatable.

Maybe it's been floating around for a while, and I'm one of the last to discover it. It wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened. Nonetheless, enjoy, and be sure and watch it up to the last second. Here's a direct link.

Me versus the majorette

I recently found an 8x10 photo from my days as a majorette at Nitro Junior High School. I scanned it and posted it as my profile pic on Facebook.

I don't spend much time worrying about aging. I've been using quality moisturizers since I was 21, and will continue to do so, I have good genes (my grandmother's skin is softer than mine) and I quit going to the tanning bed years ago.

But when I did the math on how many years it had been since the picture was taken, I let my curiosity take me down a fun road: I wanted to see how much older I really looked.

So, I cropped the majorette picture and juxtaposed it with a mug shot taken of me late this summer.

You can clearly see some aging on the image to the right (above). I wouldn't go so far as to call it a wiser countenance, but definitely one that reveals experience, hardship and certainly plenty of adventure.

I seem to have more freckles today, and I stopped using Sun-In years ago so that the hair color you see today is all natural. And I definitely don't look 14 anymore.

But I don't look 50 either.

The picture was shot 22 years ago. When I consider that, I'm pretty pleased with how the ruggedness of life has treated me. I certainly could have aged much more rapidly these last years.

Of course, because by now speaking of the topic I will have jinxed it, the picture that will be taken of me 22 years from now will undoubtedly reveal a horrid old lady.

I hope you'll still be reading to find out.

Free cup of Joe has big payoff

Courtesy Holtfield Station

The drive-through line at Holtfield Coffee Station was moving along pretty quickly as usual. When I reached the microphone, I began placing my order.

"Just a regular cup of coffee, please," I replied after the voice had asked me what I wanted. I frequent this small town treasure so often, sometimes they greet me and tell me to just "go ahead and pull on up," already knowing what I want. It's a "Cheers" kind of moment.

When I reached the window, the manager, Tina, told me that the person in the car in front of me had just paid for my coffee.

"What? Really? You're kidding," I said, my mind now trying to recapture any detail from the vehicle that might clue me in as to who this sweet person was.

"No kidding," Tina said.

With no one behind me and Tina taking care of other business, I noticed someone I knew waiting on his morning beverage inside the store.

"Brent, do you know who that was by chance?" I asked, hollering in at him.

He moved in a little closer to say: "No, I sure don't," but he did try to describe her.

Well, I knew it was a her at least.

Stories are being told by media outlets around our area, including our very own Hillsboro Times-Gazette and Wilmington News Journal, about individuals anonymously paying off the layaway balances of those indebted this holiday season.

Perhaps this lady felt inspired to do something benevolent having read these stories. Perhaps she's the very reason for those stories in the first place. Nonetheless, I may never know who she is and, therefore, certainly never discover why she bought my coffee Tuesday, Dec. 20, but that isn't the point, is it?

Generosity such as hers makes you stop and consider your blessings, brings out humility and greatly inspires you to pay that kindness forward.

Thank you, ma'am, for the coffee. It only cost you $1.29, but it restored my faith in mankind this holiday season. Furthermore, that state of "grateful flabbergastedness" in which your kindness left me was an important reminder of how I feel each time I think about what Jesus did on the cross.

"What? You did that for me? Why, I didn't do anything to deserve that!"

No, I certainly didn't ... and that's the point of Christmas.

Please have a wonderful holiday season, everyone. Merry Christmas!

Top 5 things to do when you're a sidelined triathlete

5) Register for a crazy race ... like an Ironman
There is no better time than when you're not training to decide to push your body to the limits. Galvanizing the courage to register for an Ironman is easier when the terrorizing headwind from yesterday's 30-mile bike doesn't remind you of how extreme this sport is.

4) Promise yourself a PR ... right after an injury
You've been out of the game - for a long time. Once the doctor gives you the go ahead, you've stored up enough determination to resolve that the next season is going to rock. Why should your focus just be on remaining injury free? Why shouldn't it include a PR from the get-go?

3) Live with regret
Nothing signifies a hopeful look toward the future like a forlorn expression in the rear view mirror.

2) Blame it on the gear
Pretend that every piece of equipment or gear you don't have could be the one that makes you the triathlete you've always wanted to be ... because we all know time in the saddle has nothing to ultimately do with performance.

1) Blog about being a sidelined triathlete
Hey, there's a gem in every experience ... or non experience.

Sincerely,
Clearly Digging for Blog Material