New Baby Girl

Her name is Coco Tia. We've been wanting a dog for a long time, and we finally got one. A beautiful chocolate lab. She's 7 months old, and has lived her life in an outdoor kennel, so we're working on the house training. We probably won't be having another child, so she should be a great companion to our little boy. They're in love already...... And Daddy B and I took her out for a run yesterday.......oh what a good girl. She loved it and it will be a comfort to have her with me on my "mountain lion" runs (yes, they're in our neighborhood ~ yikes!)

Sticky Fingers

As I mentioned in my last post, Daddy B competed in the SLO triathlon. I really wanted to as well, but due to the fact that I received Dr's clearance to ride my bike but a week before the event I decided to pass on this one. Sorry folks but I really like to be prepared. And I have to say I got a little sh*t over it....."You finished the Wildflower (a much harder race) with a broken wrist, and you're not doing this one?" Okay okay okay.....

Anyway, the hubby's start time was 1:40pm, and it was about 100 degrees......ugh. We were very anxious about the run because Daddy B has been having serious issues with his calves. Just when he thinks they are better they blow out on him again. Daddy B is a chiropractor and well versed in the art of ART, but I'm not so sure it's as effective when you do it on yourself???

Anyway, I think I was as stressed and worried as he was. And it was in this state of mind that I was handed someone's goody bag to hold. The whole time I was holding this bag I thought it belonged to my husband....in fact I swear I read his # on the bag. I looked in the bag to try and figure out why the darn thing was so heavy: I saw the usual things, a T-Shirt, water bottle, etc, and a wad of cash. "My God," I thought "this will be much safer in my purse," so I transferred it.

The swim took place in a pool, and I was DB's lap counter, so while I was doing this I placed my purse with camera, water bottle, wad of money, etc and the goody bag behind me so they wouldn't get wet.

As we were exiting the swim area I reached back to grab my purse and noticed the goody bag was GONE. What the hell?

During DB's bike ride I went and checked Lost & Found......no goody bag. They sent me to the registration tent. They were very nice there, and gave me a new T-Shirt and 2 new water bottles.

But I continued to worry that perhaps there was something else of value in the bag.....after all, why was it so heavy?

Daddy B returned to T2 and was off on his run. I tried to be the best cheerleader ever, even though I was consumed with worry over his temperamental calves, and now the missing goody bag.

I went to the finish line and anxiously awaited his arrival, enthusiastically cheering everyone else who came across the line.

And then I spotted him, and he was looking pretty good. Relief washed over me. After he crossed the finish line, I went and got a big ol' sweaty hug.

I gave him maybe 5-7 minutes to recover before asking him about the goody bag. "What else was in there? I got the money out, but was there anything else of value?" He looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "What are you talking about?" It was a very frustrating conversation for both of us, and ended up with me just walking away from the situation.

We met back up in the transition area, after I did a little shopping therapy, and DB showed me his goody bag, safe and sound in his transition bag.

Uh Oh....

I STOLE SOMEBODY'S MONEY!!!!

Whose bag was it? And why the hell was I holding it in the first place? (I swear to you I did not smoke anything)

Okay, the only scenario that made any sense was that it had to be the out-of-town friends of our friend Kim. They also competed and one of them was sharing the lane with Daddy B, which would explain why it disappeared at that time, since she finished before Daddy B completed his laps.

We got back to the truck and I counted the money........

$650

I felt awful.....

Okay, luckily we were close to Daddy B's office where he had Kim's cell phone number. We called and soon found out that yes it was indeed her friend's money. They were frantic at that point looking for it, and were headed back to the race site to check lost and found. They were, of course, ecstatic that I had the $$$$$.

I still cannot figure out why I had that damn bag in the first place.

Oh, and her race number was #830, and Daddy B's was #831.

The blond jokes are never-ending........ugh