Alive and well. T minus 30 days.

BRACE YOURSELF!!! It's the
"OFFICIAL KATY-GRAS BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN!!"

AND IT'S A BIG ONE!!

In 30 days, I will be 40 years old. There are lots of things exactly forty years old this year. Wendy's burgers. Monday Night Football. And Sesame Street. And there are more. And I will share. All forty years OLD. But, not OLD, I say. Because I'm training for a marathon in my 40th year and, I gotta say, I'm feeling rather spry.

So, behold, the "Gras-ti-tude" Journal. THIRTY DAYS of gratitude and reflection ... but not ALL heavy and thought-provoking. (Like signing up for the Livestrong Challenge this morning and considering the people I will honor during that run ... how many people during MY 40 years have been affected by cancer. Too many. I will need lots of safety pins to attach all my honorees to my shirt. In fact, one of those tent board, street corner ad thingies might be more adequate. But, I wouldn't be able to run very fast. And I intend to Blow. It. OUT!!) Most of my entries will be light ... like, have you tried these chips? Look at that. Made by Kellogg's. They do taste a little bit like you could pour milk over 'em and eat 'em w/ a spoon. My boys love them. Enough said.

"GRAS-TI-TUDE JOURNAL" DAY ONE ...
On the way to his first flag football game, The Short One told his Grandmommy that there would "probably be girls to run out on the field and bring us water." His Grandmommy asked if SHE could be his water girl. "Nope. I think you have to be little." The below picture was snapped right after he asked his coach about the pages of the official play book, "What's all this drawing on here?" He's precious and he likes to sweat a lot. And wear cleats. He snaps/hands the ball to the quarterback. There are no girls. So far. Just me and his Grandmommy.



But there ARE girls on football fields near Houston, Texas!! Our gorgeous, high-kicking niece is one of them. Oh, how she hated these "costumes." We agreed no one looks good in red, white and blue crushed velvet. Funny thing?? SHE DOES!! And those girls were the closest thing to the Rockettes I've EVER seen on a high school football field. Almost perfection. And I'm a TOUGH critic. So, I'm thankful for her. For her being a lovely lady. For reminding me of MY funny, red-lipsticked drill team days.