tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057502545447917162011-07-07T15:12:29.734-07:00James Allredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429418015175628615noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405750254544791716.post-82718610478450991942009-06-25T13:52:00.000-07:002009-06-25T13:57:23.526-07:00Life is poopy, and I don't mean figuratively. I never realized how poop was going to integrate itself into my day to day. It has in all these ways...<div><br /></div><div>-poop in the diaper</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop in the pants</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop on the wall</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop in the TUB!</div><div><br /></div><div>-checking a diaper and finding an "almost blowout" and getting poop under the finger nails</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop down the legs</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop smell on the pants, hands, hamper, in the room, random places as kids walk by</div><div><br /></div><div>-the common phrase "what smells like poop?"</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop in the "big boy underwear" in the hamper</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop on the clothes, or just the permiating smell</div><div><br /></div><div>-poop on the kid's shirt as it has climbed its way out of the diaper</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and I'm sure there will be more adventures with poop in my all too near future.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405750254544791716-8271861047845099194?l=allredtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>James Allredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429418015175628615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405750254544791716.post-91762432835834079052009-06-25T11:13:00.000-07:002009-06-25T12:13:33.066-07:00So I was speaking with some friends last night and they got me reinterested in my own blog. Blogging is such a weird phenomenon. It makes me feel creative and vulnerable all at the same time. It's a very weird feeling.<div><br /></div><div>Lately my life has been having crazy ups and downs. I'm 32 and determined to make my 30's ROCK! So in leu of that, I have taken to getting back in shape (and actually doing a good job) and in doing that have decided to run my first half marathon on Aug. 8. My goal is just to finish and to have fun. I'm as slow as tar, but that doesn't matter does it? I'm in it for the experience. The Provo Trail Half Marathon has to be one of the prettiest runs.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405750254544791716-9176243283583407905?l=allredtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>James Allredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429418015175628615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405750254544791716.post-40714861589515700862007-10-09T12:20:00.001-07:002008-11-15T02:39:14.060-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYZUBwWbfr8/RwvVO9l_1AI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7pncTSSTLLc/s1600-h/DSCF6171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYZUBwWbfr8/RwvVO9l_1AI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7pncTSSTLLc/s400/DSCF6171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119419854465520642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYZUBwWbfr8/RwvU1dl_0_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ZQPyqakTkBs/s1600-h/DSCF6092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYZUBwWbfr8/RwvU1dl_0_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ZQPyqakTkBs/s400/DSCF6092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119419416378856434" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405750254544791716-4071486158951570086?l=allredtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>James Allredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429418015175628615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405750254544791716.post-45159724400847725572007-10-09T11:55:00.000-07:002007-10-09T12:03:17.904-07:00So my friend Molly convinced me that I should blog and that it is easy enough to set up that I should just start. She was right. It was very easy to set up, so I here I am blogging. Although, with myspace, facebook, linkedin and my picassa pics, I'm not sure who will actually read my blog, but nonetheless I have entered one more networking techy realm. Technology rules my life and surprisingly, I love it. I love our Prius, my laptop, my ipod and my handheld. I love my graphic design profession and that my husband is in video. I love that my son knew how to work a mouse before he knew how to walk and that my daughter will probably be the same. I guess it runs in my genes. My mom just bought a sewing machine that can run designs off of a laptop. My kids probably have no choice but to be techies, and I'm good with that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405750254544791716-4515972440084772557?l=allredtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>James Allredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06429418015175628615noreply@blogger.com2