>I’m still here … I’ll give you the Cliff Notes version of the past few days.
– Two 10-hour car rides.
– Two visits to Cracker Barrel and Denny’s. *I swear, these places aren’t on my top 10 list, but were awesome places to stop and feed the girls … they brought us hot water for bottles and didn’t care if we spilled 900 cheerios on the floor. Well, since Hubby’s a good tipper, I don’t think they cared.
– A 13.1 mile run for Hubby, who beat his previous time at this race.
– A 8 mile + 2.5 mile run for me. Long story … I was supposed to run 10 miles to train for my half-marathon, but ran out of sidewalk (longer story), so I had to break it up into two runs.
– Lots of 80+ degree weather.
– Two nights away from sweet baby girls in a nice hotel, with a king bed, and fluffy pillows, without sweet baby girls, with a Starbucks in the hotel lobby. This is when I wish we had Grandparents in the same city.
– A wonderful dinner with old and new friends.
– A crazy family dinner with yummy food and lots of laughs.
– Picnic lunches, complete with bubbles for the girls by my parents. I really think this was so my Mom didn’t have to continually pick up food off her floor.
– A tooth for Maddy!
>Oh, I loved this article about the Comic Sans font. It just always seemed to me like this font was the one that came free with your Microsoft Word software … it was just different enough to stand out from Times New Roman and Arial, and it always seemed that it was getting overused.
I think my personal favorite overuse of Comic Sans was one of my former coworkers who used this font as her email signature. If that doesn’t scream unprofessional, then I don’t know what does. I guess dress it up with some blinking pink neon and you’ll be all set.
I have to wear this lovely 24/7, with the exception of baths. Wish I had time to take those long hour long bubble baths now. It basically holds everything “rigid” and “rested” so I won’t continue to hurt my gentle little tendons. Oh, I must have small wrists, because the size small brace was too big, so this one was custom made. You would think I would have had a better selection of colors. I opted for black bands so they wouldn’t show dirt. Nothing says “ewwww” like a sweet-potato stained hand/wrist brace.
On my way to the park for a run this evening, I noticed the following …
A platinum-blond driving a Jag, wearing big ol’ black sunglasses, talking with her fake french-manicured hands, while sporting leopard print fuzzy dice on the rear view mirror. I swear it looked just like Kim from the Real Housewives of Atlanta.
Then, I was coming to a stoplight and I let a guy out in front of me. He waved and I waved back. Wish I would have made him wait after I saw his truck window decal of a nudie girl. Nice. Wonder what his wife thinks. Or his Mom. Do guys think that this will get them a date?
“Ooh, lookie there Martha … that guy has a nudie girl on the back of his truck! Drive faster, I gotta check him out!”
Then on my way into the park, I noticed a sign stating that Registered Sex Offenders were not allowed inside the park. Well, great … because is there a check-in for those registered sex offenders so they will politely be asked to leave? If so, I think I missed it. Just a little creepy, because unless this is just some sort of state law, I bet it means that they have had a problem in the past.
I guess you could say I might be reconsidering my city for a moment! Maybe I should take that Facebook quiz to see where I should be living.
>Is it in bad taste when my doorbell rings at 12 noon to hug the person, kiss them, and dance around like a crazy person? I guess it would be different if I really knew this person, but it’s my cleaning lady who is coming for our first “official” cleaning.
I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. I have days that I feel like I should be able to keep our house as clean as I would like, but in reality … it just isn’t happening.
The fact that instead of scrubbing a toilet or mopping a floor, I can use that time to love on my girls, do a little work, talk to my husband, or actually think about making something for dinner and that makes me insanely happy. There. I said it.
>If you happened to be in my neighborhood this morning, that was me. Yes, I was the one huffin’ and puffin’ behind the orange BOB stroller, pushing nearly 40 pounds of baby + 23 pounds (the weight of the stroller.) There were times that I thought I might lose a lung, but it was OK. I ran about 3.25 miles and did walk most of the hills, but I am feeling like a real woman right now.