The week before Thanksgiving I got a bug in my bonnet and decided to chop off my hair.  Actually, I had Ellen hack it off….then I was all like, “Holy crap balls! What did I just do?”

Then I spent the next week trying to figure out how to style it and taking photos of myself in the mirror.  I learned just recently that these photos are called ‘selfies’.  Please ignore my messy bedroom, it’s beyond help.  I’m looking forward to the day that I can have a professional cut my hair.  It will be such a luxury.

While I was busy chopping off my locks and using every hair product known to man, Clay was in the kitchen making cheesecakes.  This was the night before Thanksgiving as he was making a chocolate cheesecake with absolutely no help from his older two children.  He’s thinking about moving onto breads.  I like that idea, because my thighs can’t handle too many more of his cheesecakes.

Thanksgiving morning we ran a 5k.   We called it the Phillips’ Family 5k, sponsored by Coal Creek Farm, so we felt official. My eyes are closed because I was praying to God that I wouldn’t die.

Clay and I won first place in our age categories. It helped that we were the only participants in the race, but still. Oh!  And I won, best hair style!

Directly after this photo, Clay had to help me limp to the van and I limped all week and the next week and the next week….because of this stupid thing called a stress fracture.  Fun!  So my running has been on hold until it heals. But, I’m glad I got to finish the dad-gum race!

The winner of the race was…her.  Yeah, running track in college might give her a slight advantage over the rest of us. She made sure her little/giant brother knew who won.

On another note, I’m not sure why Seth wore the oldest, nastiest pair of shoes he owns…..wait, I think those are the only pair of shoes he owns.

Seth would like everyone to know that he will take donations toward a shoe fund or a ski fund, same thing really.