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<channel><title><![CDATA[Anastasia Abboud - You\'ve Got This, Amy Munro]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro]]></link><description><![CDATA[You\'ve Got This, Amy Munro]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 10:15:41 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Enjoy the Moment, Enjoy the Day]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/enjoy-the-moment-enjoy-the-day]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/enjoy-the-moment-enjoy-the-day#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2024 12:54:06 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/enjoy-the-moment-enjoy-the-day</guid><description><![CDATA[       Could anything be more beautiful than a spring morning?&nbsp;I guess it might depend on where you live.&nbsp;But here in Texas, we&rsquo;re already mentally bracing ourselves for the scorching days of summer. At least, I am.&nbsp;But not now, Amy. Enjoy!&nbsp;Close eyes, draw a deep breath, hug the sky.&nbsp;&ldquo;Good morning, honey!&rdquo;&nbsp;I jump, eyes flying open, and turn to see Carmen and kids standing across the lawn, on their own driveway.&nbsp;She smiles at me. &ldquo;I didn [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/clear-blue-sky_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Could anything be more beautiful than a spring morning?<br />&nbsp;<br />I guess it might depend on where you live.<br />&nbsp;<br />But here in Texas, we&rsquo;re already mentally bracing ourselves for the scorching days of summer. At least, I am.<br />&nbsp;<br />But not now, Amy. Enjoy!<br />&nbsp;<br />Close eyes, draw a deep breath, hug the sky.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Good morning, honey!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />I jump, eyes flying open, and turn to see Carmen and kids standing across the lawn, on their own driveway.<br />&nbsp;<br />She smiles at me. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t mean to scare you!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Carmen looks gorgeous as always, small and slender in a pair of ragged, well-fitting jeans and a lacy, turquoise top. Her kids are wearing their backpacks.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Good morning, neighbors! No worries! It&rsquo;s my fault for spacing out in my front yard! Isn&rsquo;t it a beautiful day? Can I walk with you to the bus stop?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />"Of course! We'd love it."<br /><br />The twins are grinning at me.<br />&nbsp;<br />As we meet on the sidewalk, I grab little Jojo&rsquo;s hand.<br />&nbsp;<br />A squirrel, positioned on a tree trunk, freezes as we pass. Even as I point, it races back up the oak tree.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;We&rsquo;re friends! Scaredly cat!&rdquo; I can&rsquo;t help but laugh with the kids.&nbsp;&ldquo;So, tell me, what did y&rsquo;all do for Earth Day?&rdquo;&nbsp;<br /><br />Clearly, they did a lot. They talk all the way to the bus stop.<br /><br />Sweet neighbors, gorgeous weather&hellip;<br /><br />What more can I ask for this morning?<br />&nbsp;<br />In this chaotic world, amidst the struggles of daily life and even -- maybe especially -- with our inner struggles, every little grace, every little joy counts.&nbsp;<br /><br />Enjoy the moment.<br /></font></strong></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Okay Then]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/okay-then]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/okay-then#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2024 03:46:03 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/okay-then</guid><description><![CDATA[       &ldquo;It&rsquo;s not funny!&rdquo;&nbsp;Here I am fighting back tears of mortification in the middle of a restaurant while Thomas and the other runners laugh!&nbsp;Way to embarrass yourself, Amy.&nbsp;&ldquo;Oh, no. Stop it, y&rsquo;all!&rdquo; Candace puts a motherly arm around my shoulders. &ldquo;Amy, don&rsquo;t be upset. You have to admit, it was funny.&rdquo;&nbsp;I shake my head emphatically. &ldquo;It wasn&rsquo;t. It scared me half to death and we could have all be eaten!&rdquo; [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/try-something-new_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not funny!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Here I am fighting back tears of mortification in the middle of a restaurant while Thomas and the other runners laugh!<br />&nbsp;<br />Way to embarrass yourself, Amy.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Oh, no. Stop it, y&rsquo;all!&rdquo; Candace puts a motherly arm around my shoulders. &ldquo;Amy, don&rsquo;t be upset. You have to admit, it was funny.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />I shake my head emphatically. &ldquo;It wasn&rsquo;t. It scared me half to death and we could have all be eaten!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Didn&rsquo;t you look up the park before joining us for the run?&rdquo; One of the more experienced runners &ndash; Harris? &ndash; looked&hellip;confused?<br />&nbsp;<br />Wincing. &ldquo;I meant to, but it was a busy week and I forgot.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;You should always know what sort of trail you&rsquo;ll be running,&rdquo; he instructed, frowning.<br />&nbsp;<br />And everyone&rsquo;s nodding.<br />&nbsp;<br />Positive thoughts, Amy. You are NOT a moron!<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve never been on a run like this before. How would I know?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />A woman&rsquo;s pointing at my boyfriend. &ldquo;HE should&rsquo;ve told you, at least!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Thomas doesn&rsquo;t defend himself.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;He did mention alligators, at least once. But he didn&rsquo;t say they might be near the path.&rdquo; I have to smile at him. &ldquo;I suppose you didn&rsquo;t want to scare me?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />His worried expression lightens as he smiles back. &ldquo;That plan didn&rsquo;t work out too well.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Now, we&rsquo;re all laughing.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;So, the question is&hellip;&rdquo; Candace waits for everyone to calm down and looks at me.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;What?&rdquo; Of course, I have to ask.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Will you run with us again?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />The question already crossed my mind, and I have an answer.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;I sort of hate to say this&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Their faces! Priceless! That's what they get for laughing at me!<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;But yeah! I&rsquo;d love to.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />A loud cheer, some hugs, and a kiss from Thomas.<br /><br />All in all a great day, alligator not withstanding.</font></strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Watch Out for the Log!]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/april-16th-2024]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/april-16th-2024#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2024 03:00:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/april-16th-2024</guid><description><![CDATA[       Two and a half hours. So far.&nbsp;The sweat knows no bounds. Perspire? HA! Expire, more like it!&nbsp;But I can&rsquo;t die right now. I have to live to kill Thomas!&nbsp;&nbsp;&ldquo;See the picnic tables ahead?&rdquo; Candace points to some white tables off in the distance. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll stop for a breather.&rdquo;&nbsp;They look a mile away. They might even be moving further away from us.&nbsp;At least I&rsquo;m not the only one who&rsquo;s tired. Our leader has shot ahead &ndash [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/alligator_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Two and a half hours. So far.<br />&nbsp;<br />The sweat knows no bounds. Perspire? HA! Expire, more like it!<br />&nbsp;<br />But I can&rsquo;t die right now. I have to live to kill Thomas!<br />&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;See the picnic tables ahead?&rdquo; Candace points to some white tables off in the distance. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll stop for a breather.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />They look a mile away. They might even be moving further away from us.<br />&nbsp;<br />At least I&rsquo;m not the only one who&rsquo;s tired. Our leader has shot ahead &ndash; just a little &ndash; but I&rsquo;m next! Everyone else is sort of clumped right behind me.<br />&nbsp;<br />Must. Reach. White. Tables.<br />&nbsp;<br />That&rsquo;s a pretty big log to be so close to the path. Wh&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />SCREAM! Amy, don&rsquo;t&hellip; Oh, crap!<br />&nbsp;<br />Tripping, falling&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />More screams. <br /><br />Pile-up.</font></strong></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Warming Up]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/warming-up]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/warming-up#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2024 02:47:05 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/warming-up</guid><description><![CDATA[       Beautiful, old oak trees draped in Spanish moss, a lily pond, trails galore&hellip; How could I not have known about this park?&nbsp;Granted, I&rsquo;m not from the area, but still&hellip;&nbsp;And I&rsquo;m not huffing and puffing yet. Of course, we&rsquo;re pacing ourselves, almost but not quite walking. Still&hellip;&nbsp;Seven of us, all beginners. Everyone but me has been on a few long runs. Candace, our leader, has run this exact same trail once before. She&rsquo;s still a beginner, [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/spanish-moss_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Beautiful, old oak trees draped in Spanish moss, a lily pond, trails galore&hellip; How could I not have known about this park?<br />&nbsp;<br />Granted, I&rsquo;m not from the area, but still&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />And I&rsquo;m not huffing and puffing yet. Of course, we&rsquo;re pacing ourselves, almost but not quite walking. Still&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />Seven of us, all beginners. Everyone but me has been on a few long runs. Candace, our leader, has run this exact same trail once before. She&rsquo;s still a beginner, too, though. Shooting a sideways peek. How old is she? Definitely in her forties, at least. She&rsquo;s not a lean, Zen-like runner, full of serene confidence. She&rsquo;s more like, well, like what she is, a middle-aged, middle-sized baseball mom who needs time for herself. She has just enough aggressive determination to see her through.<br />&nbsp;<br />To see all of us through&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />Go, Candace!<br />&nbsp;<br />The sandy path turns, suddenly long and straight, lake on one side, woods on the other. Birds are chirping. A small flock of egrets are clustered along the bank.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Beautiful, isn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo; Candace gestures around us. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s what I love about runs like this. The peace of it.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Yeah, but&hellip;&rdquo; Okay, so I&rsquo;m puffing a little. &ldquo;We&rsquo;d enjoy it just as much or more if we were walking or riding bikes.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />She grins, pulling her cap down lower. &ldquo;You think so? Get ready, girl. I think we&rsquo;ve warmed up enough.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Warmed up?</font></strong></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Needs Must]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/needs-must]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/needs-must#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 12 Apr 2024 16:17:43 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/needs-must</guid><description><![CDATA[       &ldquo;Perfect!&rdquo;&nbsp;I shoot a &ldquo;really?&rdquo; look at Thomas&rsquo;s reflection in the mirror. But he looks so pleased that I can&rsquo;t stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.&nbsp;&ldquo;Do you really think I&rsquo;ll need a water bottle strapped to my waist tomorrow?&rdquo;&nbsp;&ldquo;Absolutely! And your phone! And a small snack.&rdquo; Eyebrow wiggle. &ldquo;It looks cute on you.&rdquo;&nbsp;A huffed laugh escapes me. &ldquo;Thanks. I like the color.&rdquo; [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/h2o_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">&ldquo;Perfect!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />I shoot a &ldquo;really?&rdquo; look at Thomas&rsquo;s reflection in the mirror. But he looks so pleased that I can&rsquo;t stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Do you really think I&rsquo;ll need a water bottle strapped to my waist tomorrow?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Absolutely! And your phone! And a small snack.&rdquo; Eyebrow wiggle. &ldquo;It looks cute on you.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />A huffed laugh escapes me. &ldquo;Thanks. I like the color.&rdquo; That much is true. Turquoise belt with white stripes. It looks sporty and fresh, even around my less than slender waist.<br />&nbsp;<br />Thomas is grinning, now, obviously struggling not to laugh. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll be running for a couple of hours, at least. You&rsquo;ll need hydration.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Couple of&hellip; &ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />He bursts out laughing as I glare at him in the mirror. But this is a conversation we need to have face to face.<br />&nbsp;<br />Make your stern face, Amy! GLOWER!<br />&nbsp;<br />Aaaand all for nothing.<br />&nbsp;<br />My boyfriend is practically howling with laughter. Very unusual for him. He&rsquo;s usually so serious!<br />&nbsp;<br />I don&rsquo;t find this the least bit funny. I cross my arms and wait.<br />&nbsp;<br />Finally, he seems to realize that I&rsquo;m not laughing. I don&rsquo;t appreciate that grin on his face even as his hands are gentle on my shoulders.<br />&nbsp;<br />His blue eyes look into mine.<br />&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll be fine, beautiful. It&rsquo;s going to be a lot of fun.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />Huh? Did he just say&hellip;<br />&nbsp;<br />Now, I&rsquo;m the one with a stupid grin on my face.</font></strong></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Balance]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/balance]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/balance#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2024 20:07:01 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/balance</guid><description><![CDATA[       &ldquo;How&rsquo;s my girlfriend tonight?&rdquo;GIRLFRIEND! I love it.&ldquo;Your girlfriend is completely exhausted! Zumba almost killed me!&rdquo;&ldquo;Zumba?&rdquo;&ldquo;At the rec center. I went with Zoe. Thomas, my arms are noodles, my thighs burn, and I feel like I just did a week&rsquo;s worth of cardio! But it was fun and I needed it.&rdquo;&ldquo;Wow!&rdquo;I can&rsquo;t help but laugh. He sounds as surprised as I was. &ldquo;Enough about me! How&rsquo;s my boyfriend? How&rsquo [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/balance_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">&ldquo;How&rsquo;s my girlfriend tonight?&rdquo;<br /><br />GIRLFRIEND! I love it.<br /><br />&ldquo;Your girlfriend is completely exhausted! Zumba almost killed me!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Zumba?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;At the rec center. I went with Zoe. Thomas, my arms are noodles, my thighs burn, and I feel like I <br />just did a week&rsquo;s worth of cardio! But it was fun and I needed it.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Wow!&rdquo;<br /><br />I can&rsquo;t help but laugh. He sounds as surprised as I was. &ldquo;Enough about me! How&rsquo;s my boyfriend? How&rsquo;s your mom?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Mom&rsquo;s great! She really enjoyed the celebration with my aunt and her family. She didn&rsquo;t even seem tired. She&rsquo;s finally more like her old, energetic self.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m so glad! And you&rsquo;re both still having dinner with me this coming Friday?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;We&rsquo;re looking forward to it! But it&rsquo;s funny that you mentioned cardio.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Why?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;My running club has organized a run at the state park this Saturday. The weather forecast is beautiful and the trails are great. Would you like to go with me? A group of us usually eat together afterwards. If not, you and I can have lunch together. Casual, of course.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Of course.&rdquo;<br /><br />Running club? Zumba? What&rsquo;s happening all of a sudden?<br /><br />&ldquo;But Thomas, I can&rsquo;t keep up with you. Not remotely.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t have to worry about that. Some trails are long, others are shorter. After you meet <br />everyone, if you feel comfortable enough to run with a group at your level, that&rsquo;s one option. But I&rsquo;d be glad to stick with you.&rdquo;<br /><br />How can I want to say heck, yeah, and absolutely not at the same time?<br /><br />&ldquo;Do you need to know now, or can I think about it?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You have until we start running Saturday morning!&rdquo;<br /><br />I do need to work off those chocolate bunnies. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m leaning towards yes, but I&rsquo;ll confirm before then. Would you like to come over?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Now? Didn&rsquo;t you say you&rsquo;re exhausted?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Yes, but don&rsquo;t you miss me?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;See you in five.&rdquo;<br /><br />&#8203;Balance. Way to go, Amy Munro!</font></strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Consequences]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/consequences]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/consequences#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2024 19:54:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/consequences</guid><description><![CDATA[       Ham. Brisket. Mashed Potatoes. Scalloped potatoes. Hot cross buns. Coconut cake. Chocolate bunnies. Chocolate everything&hellip;&ldquo;Hi, Zoe! Happy Easter! How&rsquo;s everyone? Did you have a nice weekend?&rdquo;&ldquo;Amy! Happy Easter to you, too, honey! We had a great holiday. Where&rsquo;ve you been?&rdquo;&ldquo;I spent the holiday with my family at my parents&rsquo; farm.&rdquo;&ldquo;Oh, right! What am I thinking? You told me you&rsquo;d be going. That must&rsquo;ve been nice.&r [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/easter-sweets_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Ham. Brisket. Mashed Potatoes. Scalloped potatoes. Hot cross buns. Coconut cake. Chocolate bunnies. Chocolate everything&hellip;<br /><br />&ldquo;Hi, Zoe! Happy Easter! How&rsquo;s everyone? Did you have a nice weekend?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Amy! Happy Easter to you, too, honey! We had a great holiday. Where&rsquo;ve you been?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I spent the holiday with my family at my parents&rsquo; farm.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, right! What am I thinking? You told me you&rsquo;d be going. That must&rsquo;ve been nice.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;It was! But Zoe, there was so much food!&rdquo;<br /><br />SO MUCH!<br /><br />&ldquo;Uh-oh. Are those new pants a little tight?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Uncomfortably so! I&rsquo;m so mad at myself! Are you working out tonight by chance?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I sure am! I&rsquo;ve started Zumba! It&rsquo;s so much fun!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re kidding!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be a fuddy-duddy! Come try! It&rsquo;s at 8:00, and it&rsquo;s a lot of fun. You&rsquo;ll love it!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Fine. Whatever. I&rsquo;ve got to get this body moving. So, no weights?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You can go early if you want, but I&rsquo;ll be getting there last minute. Just don&rsquo;t overdo it. You don&rsquo;t want to be spent. She works us hard!&rdquo;<br /><br />&#8203;&ldquo;Noted! Thanks, partner! See you tonight!&rdquo;<br /><br />&#8203;Zumba. How hard could it be?</font></strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Holi, March 25, 2024]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/holi-march-25-2024]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/holi-march-25-2024#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2024 03:17:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/holi-march-25-2024</guid><description><![CDATA[       Green, Red, Turquoise, Yellow, Pink&hellip; Paper lanterns, garlands, flowers&hellip; So much color! Samira has gone all out for this party. The Patels' backyard has been transformed!&nbsp;I&rsquo;ve seen a few images flash by on the web or tv, but I never knew what the Hindu holiday Holi, the Festival of Colors, celebrates. My take: the joy and hope of SpringHence, color! Vivid, fun, beautiful color! And I love how almost everyone came wearing white &ndash; just to be splashed with color [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/holi_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">Green, Red, Turquoise, Yellow, Pink&hellip; Paper lanterns, garlands, flowers&hellip; So much color! Samira has gone all out for this party. The Patels' backyard has been transformed!&nbsp;<br /><br />I&rsquo;ve seen a few images flash by on the web or tv, but I never knew what the Hindu holiday Holi, the Festival of Colors, celebrates. <br /><br />My take: the joy and hope of Spring<br /><br />Hence, color! Vivid, fun, beautiful color! And I love how almost everyone came wearing white &ndash; just <br />to be splashed with colored powder or water.<br /><br />No wonder Samira handed me a white t-shirt to change into the moment I got here.<br /><br />What a beautiful party. Great music, smiling adults, excited children&hellip;<br /><br />Colorful, festive food. <br /><br />I think I have a new favorite drink. <br /><br />&ldquo;Samira, this is delicious! What&rsquo;s it called?&rdquo;<br /><br />Samira, looking adorable and happy with pink and turquoise powder on her face and on her long, white, blouse, gives me a big smile. <br /><br />&ldquo;You like it?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I love it! It&rsquo;s yummy!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s called mango lassi.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s in it? I know there&rsquo;s mango and yogurt. But what else?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Sugar, cardamom, saffron&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I can make it at home? If I buy the ingredients, you&rsquo;ll come show me?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Of course!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Amy!&rdquo;<br /><br />To my shock, Carmen shoots me with a water gun! Green! Green water splashes across my white t-shirt!<br /><br />War! Jumping up, I grab my crutches and my own water gun, which has orange water. <br /><br />&ldquo;Just because I have a sprained ankle does NOT mean I can&rsquo;t get even.&rdquo;<br /><br />Grinning, Carmen raises her brows. &ldquo;Oh, I think it does.&rdquo;<br /><br />She gasps, jumps, and turns around. <br /><br />Red and yellow water marks are streaked across her back. Emi, Emile, and Amir run off laughing and shrieking.<br /><br />I take aim. My orange water looks pretty good mixed in. <br /><br />Carmen turns back around and &ndash; surprise! -- Samira shoots her with yellow. I add my orange to the front of her t-shirt. <br /><br />She fires back with her green water. <br /><br />We&rsquo;re all laughing.<br /><br />&#8203;No worries. No thinking. Just color. Laughter. Joy.</font></strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Really?]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/really]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/really#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2024 20:26:32 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/really</guid><description><![CDATA[       DON&rsquo;T FALL!&#8203;Ooomph! There goes the breath right out of me. Ow, ow, ow! My shoulder! My ankle!I&rsquo;m all wet!&ldquo;Amy!&rdquo;Thomas is beside me. The expression on his face&hellip; I almost want to laugh. Almost.My ankle&hellip; I have to blink. You&rsquo;re a big girl, Amy! Do NOT cry!&ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay. You&rsquo;ll be okay. Let me get this bike off of you.&rdquo;&ldquo;My shoelace&hellip;&rdquo;&ldquo;So that&rsquo;s what happened!&rdquo; He looks adorably fierce as [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/really_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">DON&rsquo;T FALL!<br />&#8203;<br />Ooomph! There goes the breath right out of me. Ow, ow, ow! My shoulder! My ankle!<br /><br />I&rsquo;m all wet!<br /><br />&ldquo;Amy!&rdquo;<br /><br />Thomas is beside me. The expression on his face&hellip; I almost want to laugh. Almost.<br /><br />My ankle&hellip; I have to blink. You&rsquo;re a big girl, Amy! Do NOT cry!<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay. You&rsquo;ll be okay. Let me get this bike off of you.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;My shoelace&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;So that&rsquo;s what happened!&rdquo; He looks adorably fierce as he works to free my shoelace from the chain.<br /><br />Finally, he lifts the bike off me.<br /><br />I feel worse somehow, more exposed, and humiliated. I can only imagine how I look, sprawled across the wet grass.<br /><br />He sits down right beside me.<br /><br />&ldquo;Here. Easy does it.&rdquo; Gently, he helps me to a sitting position and lets me lean back against him.<br /><br />&ldquo;What hurts?&rdquo;<br /><br />Well&hellip; Suddenly I don&rsquo;t feel nearly as bad as I did just moments ago. But&hellip;<br /><br />&ldquo;Besides my pride?&rdquo;<br /><br />He kisses &ndash; KISSES &ndash; my temple and nods. &ldquo;Yeah, besides that.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Umm... Everything? But mostly my shoulder and hip and, worst of all&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Your ankle.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;How&rsquo;d you know?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not looking too good.&rdquo;</font></strong></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[One of Life's Embarrassing Moments -- Again!]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/one-of-lifes-embarrassing-moments-again]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/one-of-lifes-embarrassing-moments-again#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2024 14:47:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/youve-got-this-amy-munro/one-of-lifes-embarrassing-moments-again</guid><description><![CDATA[       How long has it been since I&rsquo;ve been on a bike? The cool breeze in my face feels wonderful! And the ride&rsquo;s a lot different from pounding the pavement when I run. It&rsquo;s sweet of Thomas&rsquo;s mom to let me borrow hers, especially since it&rsquo;s a nice, fairly new one. Poor lady. She hardly had a chance to ride it before her hip surgery. But maybe I need to invest in one for myself?Save your pennies, Amy!What&rsquo;s he saying? I can&rsquo;t help but grin at him. He&rsqu [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.anastasiaabboud.com/uploads/1/7/5/5/17551367/falling-off-the-bike_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><strong><font color="#2a2a2a">How long has it been since I&rsquo;ve been on a bike? The cool breeze in my face feels wonderful! And the ride&rsquo;s a lot different from pounding the pavement when I run. It&rsquo;s sweet of Thomas&rsquo;s mom to let me borrow hers, especially since it&rsquo;s a nice, fairly new one. Poor lady. She hardly had a chance to ride it before her hip surgery. But maybe I need to invest in one for myself?<br /><br />Save your pennies, Amy!<br /><br />What&rsquo;s he saying? I can&rsquo;t help but grin at him. He&rsquo;s so handsome in the long-sleeved, blue workout shirt that matches his eyes and his reddish hair shining in the sun. And that smile! But I can&rsquo;t hear a word he&rsquo;s saying.<br /><br />&ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go this way!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;After you!&rdquo;<br /><br />The lake! It looks gorgeous sparkling in the sun. The park trees are leafing out, azaleas are beginning to bloom.&nbsp;<br /><br />Springtime. What's not to love?<br /><br />Cross the street&hellip; From sidewalk to sandy path, a bumpier ride. But who cares? Not me! I know where we&rsquo;re going.<br /><br />Thomas cruises to the grassy bank and stops by our bench in front of the lake, underneath the enormous swamp maple. Yesss! We can sit and chat. Maybe even kiss&hellip;<br /><br />He&rsquo;s grinning at me. Oh, we&rsquo;ll definitely kiss.<br /><br />The grass is wet. But if he&rsquo;s parked his bike there, I guess I can, too.<br /><br />Wait. What? My shoelace&hellip; What&rsquo;s happening? It&rsquo;s tangled in the spokes! Lean the other way, Amy! <br />Don&rsquo;t fall!<br /><br />&#8203;Don&rsquo;t&hellip;</font></strong><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>