Running Commentary

Much Ado about who knows what May 31 2004

Well I feel sort of bad for bombarding Zoot with endless countless emails about my great disappearing blog. I could not for the life of me fix it.
I got read of all my additions no good.
Changed templates
no good.

Then realized that it happened after one certain post.

Deleted it.

All fixed.

Changed my colour scheme…do you like?
After looking at all those templates I think this is more summery.

Anyway…
Thanks Zoot.

SORRY ZOOT!
Ignore my many many annoying emails.

I will let you retain your god like rights on my blog.

Spare Keyboard from Heaven

(why was there a huge space at the top of my blog? I have done nothing to the code and can’t find anything in there to make such a huge space…any suggestions? Is it gone now?)

Found the old IBM keyboard with the red wine stain on the number pad. Odd cause I thought I threw it out.

Turns out that rinsing the keyboard was NOT a great idea. Though it did remove the stickiness quite nicely, it also removed all functionality which was not a desirable effect.

So we found this one in the basement. I forgot how much I love this keyboard. It’s perfectly clicky but soft at the same time. Plus you cannot kill and IBM keyboard. The number pad is still working even after the red wine the I spilled on it nearly two years ago. It’s not pretty but it’s typing!

Today, though not a national holiday in Canada (that was last Monday), my hubby is home from work. You see he is supposed to working WAY up in the air on the steel roof of a century home in a near by town, but it’s thundering and blowing like a bitch today so he decided to stay home and do some work around here (read:nap on the couch). He is however taking the baby for a shot later today, so that’s good cause I hate doing that. I think this is his last one for a while, or maybe that’s at 24 months that he great a break.

OH I do have a story.
Yesterday was glorious. Sunny and warm but not hot or muggy. I decided to take my little family bike riding on the trail that I run. We could go to the look out and check out the river and have a marvelously tranquil day together. Brendan on his little bike, Chris on his, me on mine towing Noah behind in the chariot trailer.
YEAH RIGHT!
Brendan loved that trailer as a tot, he would sit in there literally for hours and let me bike all over Kitchener (the city we used to live in). He would sleep back there, have snacks and drink.
Noah, the anti-Brendan, HATES it. H-A-T-E-S it. His screaming was only interrupted by a continuous stream of “down? down? down? down? down? down? down? down?”
We went 5km maybe..and that took us an hour, since we had an 18month old jogging along the side the bikes. He kept up pretty good too, until we hit that hill. (KIDDING!)
We took turns walking with him and chasing him. Eventually though he got too tired and the bike we were walking got to cumbersome, so chris stuck him in the trailer and peddled as fast as he could back to the truck.
Brendan and I biked slowly behind, SLOWLY because he decided he had to bring home a 6 foot long stick. He loves sticks almost as much as rocks. Most of my clothing are literally stone washed since I find a ton or so in the machine every time I do the wash.

Anyway I took some pics and so did Chris. Enjoy.

May 28 2004

New hair colour. Highlights actually but they took over mywhole head.  

Feelin Snarky A Little Bit

I have this friend, that I met through running of course, she is a Barbie. No seriously she IS! She has products that I can’t figure out what to do with. One day I mentioned that my eyebrows bleach in the sun and disappear by mid summer and that I didn’t like penciling them in cause then they looked you know, penciled in. Immediately she tells me of two products to try. One was clinque and the other one is not available in Canada but she just happens to have an extra one and brings it to me the next time we meet.

Anyway this was originally going to be a post bitching about how she just made me feel like shit for being a stay at home mom and doing nothing all day. But as I was typing all the bitchy parts she emailed me and said this “Get over yourself. I didn’t mean it like that”
And I started laughing so hard..cause I mean really. She’s right.
I am such an asshole sometimes. I would have totally brooded about that all afternoon. And she clears it all up with two short sentences (technically NOT sentences phrases perhaps).
Funny lady.
But really she is barbie. At her office the call her Real Estate Barbie.
Seriously.

Anyway do you think I miss working? I mean everyone else is a bazillion times more stressed about things than I am and more hectic. I think I might be a bit jealous. Sometimes I feel like…HOLY CRAP I need to get a job! I need to make my own money! I need to be productive. Give me that computer…let me fix it! But I cannot imagine leaving little Noah with someone else to raise him 40+ hours a week. I could do something part time but really WHERE in this town will I find something part time that does not include “Do you want fries with that?”. And I, my friends am NOT going there.
NO SIR.

Beside it would interfere with my running career.

Gotta figure something out.

Hmm

Wasn’t Kevin Costner in that? May 27 2004

You would’ve thought so with the length of the Return of The King.
Good movie though. I really enjoyed it. But I kept expecting something to get REALLY creepy and it didn’t happen.

Remember in the first one..Bilbo went all creepy when he wanted the ring back…eyes kind of bugged out? CREEPY! And Also..Kate Blanchet went a little creepy in the woods in that one.

In the second one Gollum and his monologue at one point gave me goosebumps he was so creepy. Wait..was it a monologue? He was talking to his other personality..so maybe it was a dialogue..EITHER way…creeped me out.

In this movie I kept waiting for it..at one point hiding my eyes but it didn’t happen.

Can I just add that Orlando Bloom is beautiful? If I was 12..I would totally cover my walls with him (and Viggo baby). I wish I was 12

I thought I would mention that my children maybe the weirdest kids ever.
When Brendan was small, he would constantly get into my cupboard and come out with a potato. He would carry said spud around the house until he went to bed, at that point I would reclaim it and put it back in the bag. One time we found one in the couch a considerable amount of time later (months?) and it was so shriveled that we couldn’t really identify it. It was named potato by default.
Noah seems just as enamored by ONIONS! Though in his defense he thinks they are balls (his one true love). He sometimes drags a whole net bag through the living room, leaving a trail of paper onion skins behind for the dogs to fight over.
I tried to explain to Noah that they were not balls at all, and were in fact food (ok THAT is his one true love..balls are more of a crush). He looked at me unconvinced and proceeded to take a bite! Admittedly it was small tiny nibble. Enough though, I thought to make my point that it was indeed food.
Uh no.
He looked at me like I had tried to pull the wool over his eyes, spat out the morsel and tossed the onion on the floor.
Ball?
So now my living room is riddled with countless onions (technically I am sure I could count them,..but who wants to), the floors are covered in ground up onion skins and the whole place smells like freshly chopped onions. Which, incidentally smells alot like B.O.

Lovely.

UPDATE on the Nosey Parkers:

Apparently I have done something to offend them, cause she no longer waves and says hello to me over the fence! And he never comes to the fence to admire our new deck. HA!
I am kind of proud of that. Brendan got a bit of a scoop, her littles ones are not allowed to play with Yugio (sp) cards because it would mean that they do not love Jesus.
uh huh.
OK!
religous freaks..clearly