the internet ate it

I had a post drafted and in a distracted moment, I deleted it. Argh. It wasn’t even a baby picture either. It was like, real words and stuff.

Can I just say that Direct TV is worthless in a storm? It goes out every dang time - just when Nancy whats-her-name is telling me whether or not I need to go to my “safe place”. Go figure.

Steve McNair. What?!?!?!? Seriously, sometimes I just don’t get it. Crazy stuff happening all over the place. It’s so sad, regardless of the circumstances. I am a HUGE Titans fan and he was my fav. I’m not good at doing tribute-type posts and I’m sure there will be plenty of those elsewhere. Suffice it to say that I was shocked and very sad. I’ve been following the coverage on tv since I first heard about it on Twitter.

Hubs has been in Atlanta for the past few days catching up with some college friends. He’s driving around in this mess right now trying to get home. I’d tell him to take cover except like I said, my tv is out. I think I might need to invest in one of those weather radio gadgets.

My dad and brother came up today for a bit. They loaded up a truck fulla rock (don’t ask, we have very desirable rocks here) and then took me to lunch. Yay dad! Thanks! Sam was a show off for her Papa and managed to contain her fit until after they’d left.

Sam is teething. Again. I would like to know whose bright idea it was to have baby teeth come in one or two at a time over the course of many months? Hey, thanks for that. Why can’t they all come in at the same time? Or better just, just be born with ‘em. I mean, really, they’re just gonna fall out anyway and new ones come in. Would save mommies and babies a lot of grief. Is there a suggestion box somewhere for these things?

Here’s something random…went downstairs to the garage today and a shelf had fallen off the wall, including all the stuff on it of course and a big ol’ computer monitor hit the side panel of my car door and I have a purty dent and scratch all down the side. Nice. The contents of the shelf are all over the place; my picture of Humphrey Bogart shattered so there’s glass in the floor, fake flowers, old trophies from high school, you know, all that random stuff you store in a garage.

Tomorrow I’m heading out for a 6:00 am run with my running buddies. I’ve been in a bit of a running slump and am hoping these crazy motivated chicks are gonna help to pull me out of it. I am so looking forward to kicking some asphalt butt tomorrow morning!

Hubs is home. Cooper is going crazy! G’night.

yeah yeah, another one or two

I’ve been a little weird lately (shut up, I can hear you laughing) so all I’ve got right now for ya is a couple more Sam pictures. And if you are on Facebook then you’ve probably aready seen these so you can disregard this post and go take a quiz that will tell you what Smurf you are or become a fan of hugging or some such. Kthxbai.

Wow, I’m being snarky mommy today aren’t I?

Happy 4th!

morning playtime

dreams and vagueness

I had a blogging dream last night. I was going through my day and along the way I was collecting random things that happened and noting them in my head to post as one of my scattered, off-the-cuff ramblings that I tend to do. The only one I can remember was that as I was on my way to somewhere in the morning along a windy coastal cliff road I kept meeting people on bicycles with little carts attached to the bikes with their babies and little kids riding along. I was shocked that these parents would let their kids ride along like that on a busy highway, with cars whizzing by, on a cliffside curvy road, right next to the ocean! I remember thinking “I must blog about this”.

This and some other things have me thinking that perhaps I should take a break from ye olde internets for a while. So we’ll see.

Sometimes it strikes me that some of the things that we think are rock solid, steady, firm, unmovable even by the most violent of tremors can at the same time feel like that even the slightest movement will shatter them and they’ll disintegrate right in front of us, even as we struggle desperately to hold on to them.

Yeah I don’t expect anyone to get this either.

boop ba da boop

The internet is boring me tonight and so I’ve decided to bore you instead. Then you can go to your own blog and write about how boring the internet is. I’m here for you people.

I have a serious problem with unpacking bags from a trip. Sometimes I will return home and continue to live out of my suitcase for one or two weeks. I don’t know why I do this. It drives me crazy and yet…I still do it. I’m a complicated, lazy mess of a woman I tell you.

There is a rogue toad that is living on my porch. I think frogs are gross. They creep me out immensely. I think its because they flail and spastically flop and jump around all jelly-like and squishy. Ugh. They make me gag oh yes they do. If you ever, and I mean ever, scare me by getting a frog/toad anywhere near me I will punch you in both eyes and bust your lip. And we will not be friends again. Ever. You have been warned.

Hooray for short work weeks! I have no plans for the holiday except to chill with baby. Maybe take a little road trip to the west but that is still under heavy consideration and will probably be a last minute decision.

I got up at 4:30 am this morning and ran. I am crazy. And then about 2:00 this afternoon I nearly passed out from tiredness. I’m on my second wind now. But am fading fast. I will not do this again tomorrow. But maybe the next day.

Isn’t it funny how the connotation of these phrases are so vastly different…love ya vs. love you….miss ya vs. miss you…one so much more serious and heavy than the other…I have no idea why this popped into my brain. It’s that whole “ya” vs. “you” thing.

It has turned into a wrestling match every time I need to change Sam’s diaper these days. She has decided that she would prefer it if I would somehow learn how to change her diaper while she is on her belly instead of her back. Um yeah. She’ll immediately flip over, grab the sides of the changing pad and peer over the edge of the changing table as if looking into the abyss. It would be funny if I didn’t have baby poop all over my hand.

I smell like spray tan. I kinda like it.

this is kind of a big deal

Yesterday was The Accountant and my 10 year anniversary. As in we’ve been married for 10 years…hitched…ball and chain…Together with a capital T…till death do we part, etc. Heavy stuff. And just like when I turned 30, I had a slight mental freak out with this anniversary. I mean, TEN YEARS???? What????  Ten year anniversaries are for 40+ year olds right? Not 30-somethings.

Obviously I got married young by some people’s standards. I was 23, he was…um, 27? Wow, I should totally know that I know. We’d been together a bit over 3 years before getting married so when you add that in…ohmagoodness…we’ve been together a LONG time! We met in college. One of his friends was dating my roommate so we started hanging out together, and you know the rest. He was an art major at the time and the art building was across the parking lot from my dorm. Not that I spied on him or anything. Because that would have been creepy.

People are sometimes surprised to hear that we’ve been married this long. I think mostly because we are just now getting a start on the having babies thing. I’m so glad we waited to have Sam though. We were able to do some travelling, get settled in careers and get our feet on the ground financially, and just get used to being married which is harder than some people realize until they jump into it. Marriage is hard. Add kids to the mix (and tax season in our case) and it adds an entirely new dimension of difficulty to being together. 

To celebrate we recruited my mom to come spend the night with Sam while we took off to Nashville and had a lovely stay at The Hermitage Hotel. It was fabulous! I could totally be Eloise. What a lucky girl that kid was huh? We had a bit of a spa day, dinner, date to a comedy show at The Ryman and breakfast at The Pancake Pantry this morning. Lovely lovely lovely.

Anyway I don’t really have any profound advice to impart on being married for this long. I just wanted to say Happy Anniversary to my sweet hubs!!! You totally deserve a medal for putting up with my craziness for the past 10+ years! Love you!

because its 1:00 am, I am old, & this is my blog

for those reasons above, i am going to squint bleary-eyed into a much too bright computer screen and complain for a few minutes.

obligatory disclaimers and qualifiers: yes yes i know some people have real problems. so if you’re so concerned about them, by all means, stop reading this whiney drivel and go read about them or donate money or save the whales or some such. the world is a better place with you in it. also, i love my kid. i totally unconditionally do.

but….I AM TIRED PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tired tired tired tired. oh, and my throat hurts so bad that i am nearly in tears. swallowing is intensely painful and breathing only slightly less so. i am calling a real doctor tomorrow. no more of this walk-in clinic pretend i’m a doctor and i’ll make you feel better crap. but back to the tired. sam goes to bed at 7:45ish tonight. great. then is up at 10ish. then is up again at 12:30ish. here’s the deal. she is rolling over from her back to tummy, getting on her hands and knees and freaking the hell out. like “how did i get here and i can’t figure out how to get back down so i am going to scream my head off and maybe that will help because my mommy is contractually and legally obligated to assist me whenever i do so regardless of the time of day or night?!?!” these kids are sneaky i tell ya.

perhaps in the light of day and after i’ve had my poptart and diet dr. pepper and have choked it down past my swollen tonsils or whatever kind of organ related stuff is literally on fire down there, this will all seem humorous and cutsie. but right now, at 1:00 am it is SO not.

UPDATE: so now it’s afternoon and the scenario above is still not funny. But tonight I may treat myself to a drug induced sleep so there. Heh. Went to the doc today, my regular physician. He looked in my throat and sez “hmmmmm”…then says “this is very odd, you are a strange case”. Isn’t that just what you want to hear from your doctor? He gave me an anti-inflammatory prescription and said to try that, in addition to finishing the zpack. So basically, he has no idea what is wrong with me. Again with the heh.

let’s see…

First the good stuff…Happy Father’s Day!!! We had a nice pre-Father’s Day cookout with family yesterday. Sam was a charmer and showed off her crawling belly-scooting skilz.

The 4th of July is near!!! I love that holiday. Because of the fireworks and food but also because it means a day off of work so that will be an extra super short week for me.

Sam thinks Cooper is the most hilarious thing she has ever seen. She sees him and just grins and babbles. Its the cutest thing. She also loves to feed him Cheerios or whatever she happens to be eating. I can hear her baby brain saying “one for doggie, two for me, one for doggie, two for me”. And I realize that this means she is consuming more dog spit than is probably healthy but I don’t stress over these things.

And the not so good stuff…I am sick. Again. Doc isn’t sure why I’m having all these sore throats. He tested me for strep, again, and for mono. Both negative. Another zpack will be consumed and my toothbrush replaced. I missed book club. Again. I’m the worst book club member in history methinks.

Happy Father’s Day!

picasso?

Or not.

I forgot to mention that Sam (and I) had a great visit from Papa and Grandma on Monday. I was a bit worried it was going to be a screamfest because, well, Sunday kind of was. But Sam must have got all that ornery-ness (is that a word?) out of her system because she was an angel for Papa/Grandma. Will this be a theme I have to look forward to?

checking in

One day I will write something of substance instead of these little updates on my boring life. But for now, that’s what you get. And besides, my mom likes them. Right mom? Right?

It’s hailed like crazy here tonight and funnel clouds seemed to be over the place.  A real “gulley washer”. All is well though. Sam slept through it all. What is the deal with this weather though? Or does it do this every year and we just forget?

I have a 7am presentation tomorrow. Ugh. Trying to prep clothes, lunches, etc ahead of time so I might manage to get there on time and semi-conscious.

Physical therapy went great today. My knees feel good and Mr. Trainer said after my appointment on Friday that I might drop down to once a week instead of twice. This is good news! Last night’s run was the best yet and I can tell that I’m getting stronger and my body isn’t resisting so much. Next 5k is planned for the 4th of July. I’ve been to the gym twice this week and plan on it tomorrow too.

Hubs and I will celebrate our 10 year anniversary next weekend! That makes me feel old. But good. I mean, 10 years??? What? We will be going on a little one night getaway thanks to my mom who is going to babysit for the evening. Is it bad that I’m REALLY looking forward to sleeping in?

Sam’s crib has been recalled and we are supposed to mail the brackets in, take a pic of the model stickers and wait for a voucher for a new crib. In the meantime, I don’t know what Sam is going to do as far as sleeping arrangements…what do you think? Put the mattress on the floor? Have her sleep in the pack ‘n play? I’m not looking forward to it as I’m afraid it will really mess up her sleep routine. And I’m not sure how long it will take to get the voucher. Anyway, I can see this turning into mass chaos.

Auf Wiedersehen.

doo da doo da

you would think i’d learn but i never do. every morning i wish i’d gone to bed earlier the night before and yet, here i sit. it’s past 10 (yeah i’m old, deal) and sam has been asleep for a couple of hours. i’m tired but don’t want to go to bed. i’m also whining right now because i’m tired. i am a complicated bird. pfffffftttt.

why am i shunning capitalization lately? i think it might be laziness. but i do love me some e.e. cummings.

physical therapy today was kinda fun. and kinda sweaty. worked with a trainer instead of my regular therapist. this guy was much more conversational and we talked about running mostly. cool dude. my knees feel pretty dang good lately.

i wanna do something big. i overheard someone at pt say today that they were going to hike the grand canyon to mark their 30th birthday. sweet. someone else’s son i know has ran off to india to become a monk. i do not make this stuff up people. now neither one of those things would be my first choice but you get the idea. something big, something monumental, something memorable, something borderline crazy. do you get tired of hearing me say this? one day y’all are gonna read about this chick who ran off to mongolia or somewheres and pops up every few months in a new location. flat stanley style. there will be pictures. and blog posts.

and now it’s time for some late night popping of the corn.

there is no title for this

some people live in a box. they just do. a mental one but a box nonetheless. get out of it people! there are other ideas, values, thoughts, ways of doing things, perspectives, than what you see from within your cardboard brown walls.

boredom is not an excuse to be stupid. maybe. sometimes you have to be stupid to learn anything but if you already know that you’re being stupid is that learning? or just being stupid for stupid’s sake? oh the questions i can dream up…

Free range kids…helicopter moms…organic baby food…cloth vs. disposable diapers…pro or anti immunizations…Conclusion: a parent can read too much stuff, to the point of confusion. i’m glad i didn’t do this as i’m confused enough without reading myself into it.

throat feels a million times better. z-pak meds work folks. i just like to say that “z-pak, z-pak, z-pak”…sounds like a muppet…anywho, tonight i’ll venture back to the streets for my first walk/run in several days. eek.

in case you didn’t know, tomorrow is friday!!! i am super pumped for the weekend for no particular reason. my fam is coming to visit on monday so that will be awesome.

this morning i went in sam’s room to get her up and she was laying on her tummy sucking on her pacifier just looking through the crib slats. we put her to bed on her back of course but lately the lil’ monkey has ended up caddy-cornered or turned all kinds of crazy in the mornings. oh, and this morning she tried to put a cheerio on her toe. it didn’t fit.

arrivederci!

ow

My throat hurts y’all. Bad. Went to the walk-in clinic today and got a z-pack. Hoping it kicks in soon.

Here’s a lesson for ya…if there are 3 chairs side by side, don’t sit in the middle one because you are more likely to have someone sit down right next to you sooner than if you sat in one of the aisle seats. I’m weird about my personal space and it was soooo violated today. I mean, certain people are free to come go in and out of my personal bubble. You know who you are, family (well only some of them), friends, Shemar Moore… But not random strangers who may be carrying around SARS or the swine flu or who knows what. 

Eh, I got nothin’ tonight.

hello Sunday

Looks like another gorgeous day, as was yesterday. I haven’t been able to enjoy it all that much since I’ve come down with a vicious sore throat that is progressing to a full blown summer cold. Fun times. We get sick a lot more now that we have a kid in daycare. Nice germy place that daycare. So anyway, I’m feeling miserable and ooky this weekend.

I really want to get out of the house and go somewhere, do something, but just haven’t felt like expending the energy it would take to get out of my jammies, tame  my wild hair and go. I think I probably should just for my mental well-being though. I’ve had this trapped feeling the last few days. I guess it’s just because I’m sick (as is hubs) but unlike pre-kid days, I can’t just stay in bed and wallow all day. Sam still needs the same amount of care and attention whether I’m sick or not. 

Griefers, Sam is in her swing right now screaming this high pitched eardrum bursting scream just because. I think I’m going to start doing that at work just because. Ok, screams are now wails. Time to go. Save me.

more spurts from my brain

I’m kinda diggin’ these random short posts. I don’t have to think much and just kinda plant my fingers on the keyboard and what comes out is what you get.

So I just had to look up how to spell “spurt“. I mean, it coulda been “spirt” or ”spert” right? The English language is messed up.  So many options and not many of them make any logical sense! Although I’m not a logical person so this shouldn’t bother me.  I think some random guy a long time ago with too much time on his hands just sat around making up spelling and grammar rules for the heck of it.

Dreams are weird ain’t they? Last night I know I had a bizarre messed up dream but I can’t remember the specifics, I just know it was weird. And it may come to me later who knows. I think my parents were in it though. We were in the gymnasium at my high school. Mopping the floors??? What?

I think I’m getting a sore throat. You know how your throat feels a teeny bit scratchy and just “there” when you swallow? I mean, who notices their throat unless it’s sore right? Is that weird? Yeah ok. Anyway, I am refusing to acknowledge the scratchiness. It does not exist. It is a figment of my imagination.

I feel sorry for boys, guys, males, dudes, you know – the weaker sex. I mean, us wimmins are crazy lunatics ain’t we?!?! I have my reasons for saying this but it’s too complicated to go into. Oh wow, see what I mean??? Crazy I tell you!!!

I want to be on House Hunters International. But I want to pick a new house or flat in a fabulous new location every six months or so. First I’ll go to Paris (France), then maybe Switzerland, then Barcelona, then maybe Amsterdam…I would be so great on that show. I mean really, what horrible dilemmas those poor people face on every episode. Do I pick the flat with the view of the Eiffel Tower or the view of the Seine? Do I choose the villa with the rose garden or the cabin in the Alps? <<tries to beat green eyed monster off with random Lonely Planet guidebook>>

Ciao.

random thoughts of the day…so far

i really need to update my ipod…burned out on maroon 5, pearl jam and nirvana, oh and one random matt nathanson song plus a dash of janet jackson…random much?

they actually are serious about the physical part of physical therapy. next time please don’t wear flip flops you moron. but at least i got a mini-workout in the middle of the day. yoga is gonna be sweet after work today. (that was “yoga”, not “yogurt”)

but speaking of yogurt, sam ate some yesterday! and then oranges today! and some bites of a roll! she opened her mouth to take bites even! and she rolled from tummy to back! it was glorious! angels sang and stuff! so they tell me from day care. but i’m sure it was grand. i miss a lot of the good stuff with this job thing i’ve got goin’.

there are two boxes of goo goo clusters in my office…they are there for a work related reason i swear to you. but….i am in a very desperate state of need…for some chocolate…right now…but i’m not especially fond of goo goos really…so is it worth it?…and i am flat broke and only have like 20 cents…see my dilemma here?…it is a quandry i tell you…i mean, i could walk across the street to the exxon where they take plastic…but would that be pathetic?..yeah…

some people i know are so uptight that i don’t see how they even function. i mean really? have a glass of wine, go skydiving, get laid, take a xanax, something! wow.

can.not.type.anymore.without.a.reeses.cup.

just a few lil’ things

• I was reminded by a post over at Chez Bez’s place how cute I think The Accountant is when he shaves his head and grows his goatee. I’d post a picture but he hates that so I’ll just embarrass him with words only. And maybe “cute” isn’t the right word. More like sexy haut. Ok, so that’s two words. Sue me.
• I really am old, creaky and falling apart as I have been summoned to physical therapy TWICE a week instead of just once. In addition to exercises at home. But I’m still a’truckin’ along with my walking/jogging self. Go me.
• I love sentence fragments. And starting sentences with “and” or “but”. And ending sentences with prepositions. And writing just like I talk y’all. The grammar police hate me. I just think they need to chill. Live a little. Fer cryin’ out loud.
• I met with a trainer today at the gym. Official weight training plan is in place, now to just get my butt there a few times a week to get all buff and supermodel-like. Da beach will be here before you know it. There is a post somewhere in my brain about my gym phobia. Stay tuned.
• I will be attending a land dedication somewhere in the boonies this weekend. I’ve never actually been to a land dedication before and have no earthly (yuk yuk) idea what this entails but I will let you know. It will be new and different and I am all about that.

i had good intentions

but the chips ahoy won.

sometimes, great minds do not think alike

Here is an example of how opposite The Accountant and I can be at times…

Hubs says: Hey, do you wanna take Hand Gun II with me? (This is a class for gun permit holders. And no, I am not going to get into a political debate here about guns so don’t even bother.)

What I hear: Hey, do you wanna go to Canada with me?

What I think after doing a doubletake: Wow, that was completely random. I didn’t know hubs wanted to go to Canada!. What a super cool totally awesome husband I have!!!

What I say: YES!

What Hubs thinks after doing a doubletake: Wow, that was completely random. I didn’t know wifey wanted to take Handgun II! What a super cool totally awesome wife I have!!!

What I say: Ohhhhhh, lets go to Montreal first!

What Hubs does: Realization that a misunderstanding has occurred. Face falls. Knows he must clarify and tell his deaf wife what he really said and that no, he does not in fact, want to go to Canada.

Hubs says: No, I said “do you want to take Handgun II. Not, “do you want to go to Canada”.

What I do: Realization that a misunderstanding has occurred. Face falls. Knows she must clarify and tell her husband that no, she does not in fact, want to take Handgun II.

What I say: Oh. Well dang. No, I don’t want to take Handgun II. Sorry. I just want to go to Montreal.

Both: hysterical laughter.

I think that is what you call NOT being on the same page.

day at the park

We spent the afternoon at the park. Sam loves going there. She’s quite the observer; chilled out and just taking it all in. I call her my Zen Baby. Ask me if I still call her that when she’s 2.

Here’s some pictures from our day…Sam loved the swings and apparently she likes it when The Accountant puts things on her head.

faking it

Today I spontaneously spewed out a long crazy post and then reread it. Um, yeah, soooooo not posting that. It was just a bit too personal or confessional, or cheesy, or something. But then I thought, why am I self-censoring yet again? This is my blog and I can put whatever I want here, right? And then another thought – but your blog is just so “out there” for all to see. Eh, sometimes this blogging/online presence thing is so conflicting for me. Anyway, I decided to do a lot bit of editing and so here we are, a toned down version without all the angsty soul-bearing…

I’m watching the French Open and really wanting to go back to Paris. NBC keeps taunting me with shots of the Champs-Elysees, the Eiffel Tower and charming sidewalk cafes. The combination of the urge to hop a plane to anywhere and the gorgeous weather makes me restless.

Er, ok, so that has nothing to do with this post. I just felt like saying it. Anyway. I think I might be a big faker.

For example, I’ve assumed the identity of grad student, writer, various careers, etc. Maybe its more about trying different things out but not settling on one. Does that make me a quitter? Indecisive? Quirky? Creative? Adventurous? Matter of opinion I suppose. On some level, I guess I’m also pretending to be a mother, or maybe I should say that its more of a “learning as I go” kind of thing. And this is one role that you can’t quit, nor do I want to. But this isn’t about motherhood.

I have a few friends that surround me with positive energy and encouraging words. I try to spend the most time with those people because they are the ones who will tell me to stop my bitching and “just do it”. You want to be  a writer? So write! Run marathons? Lace up your shoes and get out there! Get your graduate degree? Brush off the books! Change careers? Polish up the resume! Get started…do it…don’t just talk about what you want to do or be…go and get it. I love those people because even though I have spurts of inspirational thinking and motivation, it’s not something I’m consistenly good at. I guess this means that I also pretend to be a positive thinker.

But hey, fake it till ya make it right?

just playin’

So I’m playing around with new templates because I’m feeling all jazzy like that.

UPDATE: Wow, I’m being indecisive about this huh?

so i’m a wuss

It would appear that I’m a big whiney baby.

According to the x-rays there is nothing majorly wrong with my knees. Mr. Cutey Sports Medicine Doctor Man said that I probably have “somethin’ somethin’ blah blah blah” (a condition I obviously can’t pronounce, much less spell) and that I need to go to physical therapy to strengthen the somethin’ somethin’ blah blah blah muscles and that should help the pain I’m having when running. So looks like I’ll be going to PT next week. I’m hoping they will just show me the exercises and I can do them at home. Is that how this PT thing works? I have no idea. I’ll go back to Mr. Cutey Sports Medicine Doctor Man in six weeks to see how its going. In the meantime I am free and clear to run if I can handle it.  

And so I’ll hit the road tonight and see what happens.

because i’m tired and ooky

this will be one of those bullet point posts that i know you love so much.

5k on memorial day was super fun. was nearly late b/c i overslept and got lost. made it to registration to get my chip and bib with about 10 minutes before the gun went off. sheesh. won’t do that again. sam did great once again and we walked it due to my knees. our 5k crew is growing. i had a great new walking partner and we had a good pace and conversation going, sis #1 and bug beat her previous time and sis’s #2 and #3 did their first 5k together and were totally awesome. hugs to all my racin’ buds.

speaking of the granny knees, i have an appointment tomorrow morning with a sports medicine doctor who can hopefully help me out. but we shall see.

went to dinner tonight with my dear cousin and her mom who i haven’t seen in ages and ages. she just graduated from high school last week. i remember when she was born for crying out loud. i feel so old. she has grown into a wonderful beautiful smart lovely young woman. she has a doc appt tomorrow and i’m praying it goes well for her.

i’m thinking of changing blog templates again. because i’m getting bored with this one.

i’m off work friday and am thinking i’ll go see that ben stiller night at the museum movie. by myself. because i’ve always wanted to do that. and then maybe a nap. by myself as well.

ugh. i have a headache and am going to bed.

shorts

I love Sesame Street. Even now. My favorite muppet is Grover. And Cookie Monster. I remember when nobody on Sesame Street would see Snuffleupagus except for Big Bird. This drove me batty! Frustrated the daylights outta me for real.

We had a nice rainy day cook out today with some family. Sam was asleep for most of it but Grandpa got her up and had her join the party after lunch. I am discovering that she has to sit and observe new people and case out the situation before she opens up and interacts much.

5K tomorrow morning. Knees are still being ornery. We’ll see what happens but I seriously doubt there will be much running involved. We are going to keep plodding through and either go to the doc, get new shoes or something. I must run dangit!

No work tomorrow. Woohoo! And no work for me Friday either so I’m pumped about a super short week. I’m thinking about going to the movies by myself Friday. Always wanted to do that but never have. And maybe some shopping…

Need to use up an itunes giftcard and update the tunage on the shuffle. For some reason I can’t seem to get around to doing this. Am thinking tonight…

I’m reading The Jane Austen Book Club for ahem, book club. Haven’t gotten too far into it yet. Another thing on my list for tonight. Snuggling under my quilt with a book. And some popcorn.

Ohhhh, Oscar is now super pissed because people keep saying “good morning” to him…this is good stuff people.