Do you have the time to listen to me whine

I have had a migraine all weekend. Let me tell you, there is nothing like putting in laminate flooring with a migraine.

But, on a happy note, we will be moving in a couple weeks (Memorial Day weekend). I guess that means I need to get some (a lot of) packing done. Just as soon as my head stops pounding and I stop wanting to throw up every time I move.

May day! May day!

I kinda sorta wanna go to BlogHer this summer. Anyone want to go with me?

http://blogher.org/node/15903

Stay awake, don't close your eyes....

I'm beat. Between working 40 to 50 hours a week, getting two boys and myself ready in the morning, running when I get home from work, packing the house to move in a couple weeks, I can hardly keep my eyes open.

I can't wait until next week when my hours change to 8:30 to 6. In theory, I should be able to take a lunch once in a while. That will be nice.

Puddle. Splash!

I love puddles. Baba loves puddles. We had big puddle fun yesterday.

Baba spent the rest of the day running around (inside, of course!) with only his diaper on because his clothes were so wet you could wring them out.

Being two is an adventure. Being the mom of a two year old is an even bigger adventure. I get to be two again! Plus, my neighbors would think I was a wee bit crazy if I was out jumping in the puddles myself, but with Baba I can jump in and they just think that it is great I'm playing with my son.

Some people's children!

My child has mastered the bathroom lock. I have mastered picking the bathroom lock.

Harry Buffalo

Last night my friend and I went to the Harry Buffalo Bar (I kept thinking, buffalo chips on the prairie, mighty tasty and mighty hairy). Zeagan estimated the average age in the bar to be 25 (my age!). We stayed long enough to have a drink and some apps. When we left, she said, "I'm not that age any more."

I said, "I never was that age."

And I really wasn't. I have never really enjoyed sitting in a smokey bar with music so loud it makes my head pound (I did love playing trivia at BWs, however). Sure, I like to have fun, but I prefer a small intimate party rather than a huge gathering of people I only half know. And, the thought of drinking to the point of loss of control in public makes me sick.

But still. I do love Cleveland and being in Cleveland again. I just miss my boys.

Today I go pick up Ziz and Zicah. I'm fairly confident that this is going to work. She didn't change the dynamic of our little house while she was staying with us for the two weeks and I really hope this ends up being a very positive change for her.

Ahhh, TV

My friend in Cleveland has a high definition TV and cable. We have rabbit ears and a handme down TV from my parents. I am watching the Daily Show, which I love! I watched TV last night after everyone went to bed. TV, oh how I have missed you.

Too bad I don't want to pay for cable. I want to do dumber things with my extra money, like pay off student loans.

Thank you, Easter Bunny. Awk. Awk.

Every year, after the Valentine's stuff goes on sale, I start watching for my favorite candy in the whole wide world, Cadbury Eggs, to make their appearance.

I love Cadbury Eggs. I love the chocolate shell and the frosting inside. I always bite off the top and then suck out the frosting. Yum. I hardly care that they are terrible for me - 180 calories and 8 grams of fat, they are just so darn good.

Is it hypocritical that we, I mean the Easter Bunny, bought the boy almost no candy? He got a new Thomas video, some clothes, several cars, and a box of fruit snacks. Its not that we didn't buy any candy, its just that I ate it instead of forcing my child to ingest all of those empty calories. I am a candy martyr.

PS Last night when Zippy and I were pretending to be the Easter Bunya, we were hopping around like bunnies. It was great fun. (I am debating whether or not I should mention when were being bunnies before we started drinking).

PSS Why, Blogger? Why? Why can't I use "!" in my tittle? "Thank you, Easter Bunya. Awk. Awk." just doesn't have the feeling that "Thank you, Easter Bunya! Awk! Awk!" did.

PSSS Easter is supposed to be the celebration of that dude that rose from the dead (like a zombie?), so why do we hunt eggs that a bunny has laid all over our dwelling and eat candy until we are in a sugar coma?

Baldy Ole Boy

I have always loved little boys with short, short hair cuts. There is something so satisfying about rubbing my hand on their bald little heads.




So today, we brought Baba into the local chain hair cutting place and said, "Shave 'em!" A enormous battle ensued, but the clippers won.





And now, "Hair gone!" And Baba has been rubbing his bald little head all day.





Zippy and I have been calling him: Baldy Ole Boy, Uncle Fester, Cue ball, Cancer Patient, etc and trying to adjust to our baby, who was born with massive amounts of dark brown hair, being bald.

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?"

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.

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.

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!

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?

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.

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?

Happy Birthday Baba!

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

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.

Post Number 150

Two storms in just over a week! How unfair is that? Especially considering I am going to be driving to Cleveland this weekend and Zippy is going to be driving to Montana. Keep your fingers, toes, eyes, what have you crossed that they are wrong and we get no snow!

The Whole Family

Back row: Little Ditty, Ziz, Poonch II

Front Row: Poopie la Squirt, Momby, Zippy, and me.

Baby row: Baba, Zicah

Aren't we a cute family? Do you think anyone would suspect that Ziz is my parents adopted daughter and Zicah isn't Zippy and my baby?