Doesn't the Arabic word for "Stop" look like two people in a canoe (carrying a baby)? haha. Jd returned from leave Tuesday, Sabah left for leave Thursday, and Babs returned today. We miss Sabah, but we're glad to see Jd and Babs. Welcome home, teammies!

Last week, or maybe the week before (I have lost track and didn't even know today was Saturday), the Goddess of Pain and Suffering (and Torture) put the Goddess of Speed and Agility through some lunges, and she did great. G.P.S. knew G.S.A. would be hurtin' bad for a while afterward, and she was. Lunges are hard on the buttocks.

So, a few days later, I was in the tent getting ready to go run with Maureen, and she cursed me for her pain (in a tender, loving, smart-alecky way). It was then that she became the Goddess of Sarcasm and Incredulity. It was pretty funny, but I reckon you probably had to be there.

So, we headed out toward Lost Lake, and by the time we got there, it started to sprinkle. It was at that moment that the Goddess of Pain (and Suffering) quickly became the Goddess of b*tching and moaning when a light rain threatened to dampen our spirits (and my hair). I have been too lazy for an entire week to bother blowdrying it, and the day I finally decided to suffer through the long and arduous task, it rained on me and caused my hair to wig out. Can you believe what a soft, precious girly-girl Iraq has forced me to become? It's ridiculous.

Anyway, I hope ya'll are having fun. I am.