Archive for September, 2007

It’s Been Awhile

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

since we had a YouTube link for a laugh.

A friend sent me a link to this, a mom’s day set to the William Tell Overture. Pretty much sums up my days.

eta 10/1: The above link has been pulled, but apparently this funny bit is now available here.  It’s worth the 3 minutes.  Everyone must think so as I have now received it from a number of friends.  It’s making moms laugh.

It’s not a lie if you believe it.

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

We were on a train somewhere in France when I said it. I was desperate. I needed to say something, plead my case, convince him I was fabulous.

The walk to the train station had been long, and it was unseasonably warm for May. I had tipped my suitcase over at least twice, steered it quite obliviously over a few dainty European toes and inadvertently (and oh, so conveniently!) packed my passport at the bottom of it under socks and underwear.

Finally aboard the train, I now had a disagreeable and annoying chunk of hair that refused to stay in its pony tail or behind my ear despite my repeated efforts at securing it. I pushed the rebel hair back. It waited until my hands were otherwise occupied and then defiantly popped down in front of my eye again.

Dammit, I must look like a total moron, I thought. A disorganized, sweaty moron. (more…)

It’s the Final Countdown

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

Nothing like two space travel cliches in one week! 10 days left to the TC Ten Mile.

Yes, I am still running. No, I still don’t like it all that much. And, Holy Crap, I have to run from the Metrodome to the Capitol! More on it all later, but I understand, due to my lack of posting, a few people were wondering whether I’d given up on Running. I haven’t. It’s just that I’m the slowest runner EVIR, and so the training takes up a good chunk of my blogging time.

Kindergarten: Launch of the Second Period

Monday, September 24th, 2007

We stood outside the school, hand-in-sweaty-hand, waiting for the bell to ring. I clutched a folder of multi-colored paperwork. He swayed eagerly from foot to foot with his TMNT backpack hanging light and empty over one shoulder (“the way the big kids carry them.”) We were about to embark on a new adventure – school age, the next era in parenting. But I wasn’t really thinking about all that.

I was thinking about Owen Wilson. (more…)