tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post7268942773994060979..comments2008-03-19T17:03:39.270-06:00Vanillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15875001377964050508halffastvanilla@gmail.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-14059234585805799192008-03-19T17:03:00.000-06:002008-03-19T17:03:00.000-06:002008-03-19T17:03:00.000-06:00love the video.......<BR/><BR/>you know Java-mom?? check out her video's, you'll get a chuckle.The 311 Boys Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005274410579263385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-72585027668429775212008-03-19T09:06:00.000-06:002008-03-19T09:06:00.000-06:002008-03-19T09:06:00.000-06:00I've long considered cowbells the warning signal of a neglectful parent. It doesn't surprise me that your kids would have them.Nitmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17108597328135023198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-44149370286561884012008-03-19T08:41:00.000-06:002008-03-19T08:41:00.000-06:002008-03-19T08:41:00.000-06:00Mental note: buy cowbell for son before next race.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09037402608009195098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-69384379892602306672008-03-19T00:28:00.000-06:002008-03-19T00:28:00.000-06:002008-03-19T00:28:00.000-06:00Built in cheering sections are pretty nice. You brought the incessant questions to life. Thanks, I'm on vacation from the kids....Non-Runner Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14684236668997938263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-9897607116584818662008-03-18T18:32:00.000-06:002008-03-18T18:32:00.000-06:002008-03-18T18:32:00.000-06:00I love that team Vanilla!!Vivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01275505112098052230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-58437128244943458662008-03-18T18:11:00.000-06:002008-03-18T18:11:00.000-06:002008-03-18T18:11:00.000-06:00What a great cheer team! Love it!teacherwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15791382386588836461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-47014664505611682722008-03-18T14:42:00.000-06:002008-03-18T14:42:00.000-06:002008-03-18T14:42:00.000-06:00The Vanilla clan should have done the Shamrock races over in VA Beach. <BR/><BR/>Read: 4 free pints for each participant. It was a good thing my room was 100 feet from the celebration tent :-).chiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08894616877610664580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-39917636438052978812008-03-18T14:35:00.000-06:002008-03-18T14:35:00.000-06:002008-03-18T14:35:00.000-06:00This is exactly why people have children, isn't it? To get a cheering section. Excellent. Now I understand.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01465800584212530717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-50289844998147414052008-03-18T13:22:00.000-06:002008-03-18T13:22:00.000-06:002008-03-18T13:22:00.000-06:00Don't give him ideas.Candishttp://www.half-fast.org/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-30040766014073438342008-03-18T13:15:00.000-06:002008-03-18T13:15:00.000-06:002008-03-18T13:15:00.000-06:00wow. Video. that is high tech, man. What's next? Half-Fast The Movie?RazZDoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880194141653654794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-6748117880650572402008-03-18T12:43:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:43:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:43:00.000-06:00Back up the syrup truck: there's a race with pancakes at the finish?!? Why has no one in New England thought of this?Kristina Pintohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18281718504827873022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-30085067090856431902008-03-18T12:34:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:34:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:34:00.000-06:00I tell ya...I will say I wont be doing a race, till someone posts a comment that simply says: June, there will be beer there.<BR/><BR/>And then, I sign up.Junenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-21776383259118040482008-03-18T12:31:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:31:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:31:00.000-06:00Dang your family is smart, they've already figured out what all the good things in life are... food...drinks...running...family, oh and parks.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13995696358152941044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-12447452764532663692008-03-18T12:01:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:01:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:01:00.000-06:00Thank goodness for parks . . . and pancakes . . . and beer (at more reputable races!).<BR/><BR/>The great thing about running the race (as a middle-of-the-packer) is you don't have to think about where the race is going, you just follow the folks in front of you and the orange cones. Leave the thinking to the head of the pack! I've had the same problem figuring out race routes as a very pregnant cowbell toting cheerleader at my husband's events (though we've drawn the line at 2 kids, so I won't be on the sidelines anymore!) . . . I'd rather run than have to think about where the next turn is so I can rush there to embarass my runner. :)Briannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04641147724155240676noreply@blogger.com