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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Rain, rain, go away!

It's raining. Again. Still. However you want to look at it, it is raining.

I like warm summer showers that force you to go outside and play in all of the puddles (I wonder where Baba gets his obsession with puddles from?). I don't like this yucky, cold, never ending spring rain. Although, I must admit, the grass is starting to get a little green so that's promising.

But seriously. It can rain at night. When I'm sleeping. I need the sunshine or at least dry cloud-shine during the day/evening so I don't have to run on the treadmill. I strongly dislike running on the treadmill. It is boring. And I feel like a hamster on its wheel.

I wonder if I will ever get to own a hamster. I've always wanted a hamster (among other things) and my mother said when I grew up and lived on my own I could have whatever pet I wanted, but no cousin of a mouse was living in her house.

She lied. Zippy is against the hamster owning idea no matter how much I beg. I'll get Baba involved in my crusade soon. How could he resist, "Hamster, Dadda, please?"

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

And the Dx is....

Massive periosteum hematoma to the left tibia with superficial abrasions.

Sounds so much better than I bruised my shin bone and skinned my knee.

Happy Birthday Little Ditty. She said to herself when she woke up today, "If I was my sister, I would be having a baby in 3 months."

Meaning, I had Baba when I was 23 and 3 months. She is not pregnant nor married. I was both.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Ooh. Mom! Owww!

I really thought I had outgrown the whole skinned knees thing a couple years ago. I thought once you reached 21 it was impossible to skin your knees. I thought I would be tended to Baba's skinned knees, not mine.





I was so wrong.





Despite the fact that my entire weight and the boy's weight (we're talking about 35 of his pounds plus about 145ish of my poundage here) landed on my poor, defenseless shin, I did not swear. Granted there were other people's children around and it isn't my place to teach them some choice words. I am still impressed with my self control.





I was swearing on the inside.





My first thought (next to not throwing up from the pain) was how am I going to run through this. I must have a disease or something. Here I am completely exhausted and injured and I'm thinking about going for a run. But seriously, does anyone else think it looks like I have two knees on the same leg?

After we got back from the park, I cleaned my wound out (there was a lot of swearing on the inside involved in that) and then propped my leg up in a vain attempt to reduce swelling. Baba thought he had an owie too, so he sat next to me on the chair with his little leg propped up, moaning in agony. Monkey see, monkey do.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

A is for Australia, Austin, Abbuwa, Apples, Aunts, Aardvarks, and Anteaters.

The forecast for tomorrow was not so promising, so I ran 9 whole miles today. Despite the fact that I had walked around at the outlet mall (it had been some time since I had been there, I now remember why) and ate pizza for lunch.

About halfway through I got bored. Really bored. I wasn't into my music - I had been listening to it for over an hour and I was running on gravel road - not much excitement there. So I began playing the alphabet game. First time through was a country for every letter, then a city for every letter, then I made up a word for every letter complete with definition and use in a sentence, then something I liked that started for every letter (try to think of something you like that starts with Q - yeah, that's what I thought. Oh crap! I just thought of a good one. Quiet!), and then I had to think of 5 words that started with each letter.

I have probably known my alphabet for 20 or so years now. It is amazing how hard to it is to remember what letter comes after 'K' when you have ran 7 miles and are so tired you probably couldn't remember your address if you needed to.

PS: Why on earthy can no one (Nike, Addias, and Reebok - I'm looking at you here) make a sports bra that keeps the girls from bouncing out of control when you have largish boobs? Why? I don't want to loose an eye while running!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Eh? What did you say, sonny?

I did it. I finally broke down and listened to Zippy's MP3 player while running. I know how bad it is to run while listening to music (FYI: your eardrum is already vibrating from the motion of your exercise, the music causes your eardrum to vibrate even more, thus causing hearling loss), but it is so boring to run for an hour with no music except the random kid yelling or squealing of tires (by the way, why does everyone seem to think my neighborhood is a race track and the speed limit is 93?).

I am justifing in two ways. First of all, my hearing is excellent and if I lose a little hearing ability I may be able to sleep through a certain small child's discussion of riding tractors, trucks, and hiding from pa at 4 am. And second of all, I have the volume set really low. So low, in fact, that with the wind blowing tonight there were times I couldn't hear the music.

Oh no! What if by making myself strain to hear the music I increase my hearing ability? What if I develope sonic ears?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Running

Who would have thought running 7 miles would leave a person so tired? It is hardly 7 PM and I am beyond ready for bed.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Two Foot Tyrant

I have a confession. I love toddlers. If I didn't have to go through the first 12 months or so, I would have about 15 kids. Seriously. I love that Baba's vocabulary multiplies by 4 every day. I love that Baba looks at the world in a fresh way, and I love the he always tries to make me laugh.

This morning, I was awaken by a flashlight in my face and a small child saying, "Up Mom!" First thing on his agenda is find Wili. After that, we have to look outside and oooh and ahh over the trucks and cars going to work.

Then it is time to "eat lunch." It is always time to eat lunch and every meal is lunch. And he always wants "fish" for lunch so I let him have fish for breakfast the other day. Fish is relatively good for you and a fit free morning is good for everyone.

After lunch he wants to "play park" in his "splash boots." But as soon as we go outside he yells, "Brr! Cold" no matter the temperature. He can run at a ridiculously high speed, especially if he is trying to get to his beloved park. Can I make this toddler thing last forever?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Baba!

My baby is 2 today. More tomorrow. I am "borrowing" the neighbor's wireless connection because ours isn't working.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Life

Ahh, Cleveland. Why is it that everyone who lives here hates the city? I love Cleveland. I love the old houses, the fantastic neighborhoods and restaurants, the skyline, the city, the weather, and my friends. Yeah, Cleveland rocks.

I am very jealous of my friend's new apartments. It is the top story of a beautiful old house with built-ins and a sunroom. It is the apartment that I always pictured living in.

We stayed up way to late last night, drink too many cosmos (pre-mixed - after our margie episode no one lets me mix drinks any more), and talked about where we were in our lives compared to where we thought we would/should be and how to reconcile that.

My friend mentioned how I am so different than she is. Most of my friends say that. The truth is, I don't think I am like anyone. I see bits of myself in relatives, but I can't look at myself and say, "I am so much like ..........." because I am like no one. I've always wondered why people want to be my friend. I am very cold until I get to know people, but once I befriend someone, I will do anything they need (including, but not limited to driving to Cleveland to pick someone up because they need help).

Did I picture that I would be living in Minnesota at 25 with a 2 year old son and little to no desire to have more babies? No. I always thought that I would want many children and I would stay home with said children. I don't know if I want to stay home with future children, I just want the option to do so. I certainly didn't picture working for a security company or living out in the country - I like the city.

For the most part, I am very happy with my place in life. I have a wonderful, fantasic, super-terrific husband, a great son whom I love with all my heart, a job I don't hate (huge!), and I am okay with where I am at. Life is so much better than it was a year ago. Note to self: next time I have PPD, take the drugs.