Race For Literacy

This morning I ran an 8K with my dad down at Balboa Park. It was great! It rained on us the entire time and we all ran with trash bag ponchos, looking like drowned rats, but it was exciting. I ran faster than I think I ever have in a race. It was almost 5 miles and I finished in 42 mins and 27 seconds. I think that's somewhere around an 8 minute 45 second mile (but I'm terrible at math). That's good for me.

I love running with my dad. There's nobody else with whom I would prefer to run. He always makes me feel like I'm challenging him somehow, but I know that's not true. He's an avid runner and has been for 40+ years. He joked today saying he wins his own race because he's the first gray-haired man with a pony tail to finish the race. So there we were, in the rain, finishing the race. It was a great start to the day.

Last night we had old friends come over, The Kosiks. It was a great time. We got pizza for the kids and sushi for the grown-ups. Maya played with their 3-year-old, Marley. They danced ballet in her room with tutus. It was so sweet for me to see her playing with a little girl her age. She's always with older kids because of Grant and because most of my friends don't have kids her age (and a year is a big difference at this age) she doesn't interact with kids her age. I look forward to preschool for her for that reason. Grant and Baden played swords and fooseball. It was a great night.

It's family day because it's Sunday and Troy's home. So I'm off. But I'm going to try to remember to write on here every so often. Much love.

The First

There have been many firsts in my life. I suppose everything we ever do for the very first time is a first. And here right now is another first. My first blog. I don't know if I'll ever post these for anybody to read. I don't even know if you have to "post" them. Actually, I just got on here looking for a friend's blog (sweetmama3) and ended up starting an account of my own. I didn't even intend to end up here. But here I am. It's another first.


My name is Bryn Faris. I'm married to a very special man and we have two sweet kids, Grant, 5, and Maya, 3. Life is good to us. We live in sunny San Diego just a few miles from the beach. And we have a dog, of course. Don't many of us begin our families with dogs? There was a time when our dog was our baby. Then the real babies were born and poor Eddie became the dog.


I'm a stay-at-home mom on a leave of absence from teaching high school Spanish. I love my job, all of them. Some days I'd rather be doing something else, but wouldn't we all, no matter what we're doing. For the most part, I love my jobs.

My husband is a cpa, so during tax season, which we're in the throws of now, we are trains passing in the night. The kids and I miss him. We get our own schedule going though and it seems to work well for us most days. I say most days, not all of them, and come the end of the week and on Saturday when Troy's at work, nothing seems to work very well. But it's because my tolerance level is lowered everyday and by Saturday I don't have any. I'm lucky though. I have my parents just a few miles away and they are wonderful in every way. And I have the world's greatest friends, too. And come Sunday it's family time and the kids and I can't get enough of that man who I married. The problem is, I also can't wait to get out of the house by myself, knowing that the next day is Monday and it will start all over again. Oh the balance.

So you see, life is good. I like it that way. I guess I'll post this. I have no idea if anybody will ever read it. But here I go! Enjoy!