Life: Full-time teacher, part-time adventurer.


An adventure around every bend.

An adventure around every bend.

School started August 1st, and I’ve been busy getting myself adjusted to working full-time again; so the blog has been idle for a few weeks. I hope you missed me.

Since the last post (JUL 25), I’ve reviewed a children’s book over at A Beach, a Book, and a Breeze.  It’s the story of a young rabbit family who have to adjust their vacation plans because of Father’s pay cut at his job. The author weaves biblical teachings with adventure and fun. Great read for parents and elementary aged children.

Last weekend, my younger daughter and I participated in our third 5K race together at Red Top Mountain State Park in Cartersville, GA. She managed to eek out a third place finish in the 25-29 year old age group. As for myself, well after taking a dive around the 2 mile mark (tripped over a root, but only scratched my palms and my pride) I finished the race in 53 minutes.

My daughter has lost count of the races she has run, but this was my third. I started this madness back in January, and now, it’s a new passion. Not only is it helping me to stay fit in my “senior” years, but I have a purpose for traveling and a source for new article ideas, as well as, an opportunity to hone my photography skills. Look for updates here on the main blog and here, Georgia Adventures with Pauliana, where I write about the different places my husband and I visit around the state.

Third place finish for Brandy; Wounded Warrior award for me.

Third place finish for Brandy; Wounded Warrior award for me.

Lessons Learned from Experience

At the beginning of 2013, I decided that I will start to fulfill a long time goal of running 5k races. My younger daughter and I entered our first race together in January. The Hot Chocolate 15k/5k, in Downtown, Atlanta.

Excited to be able to complete my first 5k, especially with my running partner.

Excited to be able to complete my first 5k, especially with my running partner.

I had great intentions of training every day, building my stamina and making a great showing in my first ever 5k. HA!

The fact is I got out and “trained” about three times the week before the race.That means I walked 90% of the time and ran the rest, sometimes.

During the race, I had to walk up the hills. Going downhill seemed easy at first, but then toward the 2 mile mark, it seemed if I started running, I would pick up too much speed and then the fear of rolling down the rest of the hill caused me to walk again.

I didn’t come in last in my age group (50-54), but I was about 300 runners away from first. It was embarrassing, but I finished. We had some great refreshments afterward: hot chocolate, fudge, chocolate covered pretzels, bananas, and a free hoodie.

Despite the goodies, my body reminded me a couple days later that I was out of shape. My calves and thighs were on fire. I tried several remedies for the soreness, but nothing helped except to rest. I swore I wouldn’t let that happen again

My next race, The Color Run, in Hampton, GA. was a race around Atlanta Motor Speedway, not on the track, but around the outside wall. This one was totally for the fun of it. Every 1/2 mile or so we runners were doused with packets of powder in a rainbow of colors. It was somewhat hazardous to your health if you suffer from respiratory issues, but other than that, crazy fun, especially the after party.

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So I’ve learned to have fun when I run, but I’ve also learned that training (even when you are only running for fun) is important to keep that youthful feeling all year.

What lessons have you learned from your adventures? I’d love to read your comments.



For the month of June, this blog will focus on issues related to active senior citizens. Those who are around the age of 50 years (or better) chronologically, but have no intention of letting that number reflect who we are, or what we want to do when we grow old.

I will join roughly 150 or more other bloggers in an attempt to post every day.

I’m hoping to build a following from these post, a better idea of how to relate to those who share the same interests and aspirations as I do, and I hope to share information that will be beneficial to us all, from current events in the news, to interacting with grandchildren, to pursuing physical activities that keep young at heart. Please check in often to see the progress.




Moving on to First grade

Woke up with numbers running through my head. Many people believe in numerology. I’ll have to check that out when I get more time. Right now, I just want to get this out. At first, I was dreaming. I just saw flashes of dice, a calculater, and a list of numbers on a sheet of paper. I’ve never paid a lot of attention to numbers, but then I started thinking about the significance of different numbers in my life. That’s when I decided to write this down.

One – Number of times I’ve been married; number of husbands I’ve had in 31 years.

Two – I feel like I live a double life: two kids, two grandkids, two cats, two dogs, two cars, two dollars to my name.

Three – Heaven; Father, Son, Holy Ghost; Good things happen in threes, bad things happen in threes.

Four – My best friend’s favorite number, even has it in her email address. It’s been her favorite number since we were in elementary school.

Five – My new favorite number, see below for my old favorite number. I have five 5’s in my (government issued tracking) number. I hope that’s not enough information for the scam artists to steal my identity.

Six – Use to be my favorite number, the reason for this goes back to elementary school when my best friend told me her favorite number was four. See, we both had Shetland ponies; hers was named Shorty (6 letters), mine was named Tiny (4 letters). Since she had chosen 4 as her favorite number, I figured 6 should be mine. Later, I decided I did not like the number 6 because of the connection with the devil (666) and a sex act (69), so I changed my favorite number to 5, since I was surrounded by them, except that I hate writing the number 5 because I can’t make them look pretty. It’s a love/hate relationship.

Seven – According to my mother, this is my lucky number, along with 11 and 21. At birth I was 7 lbs, 11oz. and 21 inches long. I’ve tried playing those numbers in the lottery, but so far they’ve been a bust.

Eight – I use to coach cheerleading. All of the competitive routines are set to 8-counts. It starts out 5, 6, 7, 8, and then 1-2, 3-4, 5-6, 7-8, with emphasis on the odd numbers. Most routines have 40 or more 8-counts. I got to the point where everythng I did had an 8-count. Straightening my hair in the morning, running,  listening to music, waiting in line, listening to a boring conversation, everything was set to an 8-count.

And thenumbers keep adding up and multiplying. I never noticed how important numbers could be. I hated math in school, but this isn’t math, at least not the math I remember.

Do you have a number story?