Hi! Its me again! I just wanted to pop in and discuss my addiction to baths. More importantly? My addiction to those cool bathtub products they market to small children. Like bathy fizzies, and bathtime funfetti and stuff no grown woman should admit buying for herself. But I just love it ALL.
I just thought you all should know that about me. If we’re going to spend time together waiting for Pamalama to come home, I thought we should get to know each other.
Hey Guys. Zoot here. Pam sent me an email from her cell phone (she’s hip to new technology like that) saying her INTERNET IS DOWN! I of course responded with a huge long email telling her I might be able to help if MrZoot would help me. She responded something along the lines of “Stupid Woman. This is a cell phone. I can only get short messages.” No. She wasnt that harsh, but she should of been, how stupid was I? Duh. So she obviously wanted me to post for her, but I can’t see websites at work with the word “blog” in the URL, because they get blocked by my firewall. So, MrZoot is actually going to upload this entry for me.
So, in reality, this is MrZoot in for Zoot in for Pam saying that Pamalamadingdong has NO internet access. MrZoot has not problem helping Pamalama out because she helped him out with finding good running shoes. She’s cool like that. But, since she is communicating in short messages I’m not sure why her internet is down. So, I am going to make up a story to go along with it.
Pamalamadingdong has been abducted by aliens and delivered to a habitat on their own planet. All they have is dial-up internet there and the long distance bills are a bitch, so she’s not going to update. She will update as soon as she gets back to Earth.
Thanks, Zoot.
So yesterday Dianna posted about the threat of becoming ill shortly before her marathon. And today? I’m sick!
I’m all stuffy and I’m hating it. A stupid cold. I don’t FEEL all that sick. I’m just chilly and stuffy.
Tomorrow is to be my first post race long run. I’m going no matter what…well not no matter what. But at this point I’m totally thinking of running.
ALTHOUGH this morning when I got up? It was STILL dark out. I don’t mind running in the dark in the evenings. But I HATE the idea of running in the morning darkness. Makes it seem earlier somehow. And colder.
Anyway….
My 8 yr old (who will be nine in Jan) is SO mouthy all of the sudden. I mean he rolls his eyes and says “I GET IT MOM!!” all the cotton-pickin time now.
Now I know that I was a mouthy little so and so at some point. But I don’t think I was 8 when it started.
We aren’t spankers in this house, but I might reverse that decision in favour of a wooden spoon one of these days. And the other one…GAH! He’s a monster. Terrible two in a nut shell. I mean we have a ton of fun with him but he’s SO independent that listening really does fit into his agenda very well.
Yesterday at the park, Chris traumatized the poor kid, he will never get on a swing again I bet.
He put in the baby swings and stood in front of him, pulled the swing up to about his own chest height and let it go.
Noah’s eyes got really big (not unlike a bug) and his face turned bright red…and he held his breath. He held his breath until I got the swing and took him out.
HELLO! He’s 2 and he’s not on the swings all that much.
Perhaps pushing him from the back would’ve been the logical idea since he would’ve seen what was coming. And not pushing him from the front where it might feel a little like free falling to a 2 year old.
DUMBASS.
What does it say about us that my husbands cell phone ringer is the theme to Star Trek The Next Generation (Genitalia as he puts it) and mine it the Peanuts theme?
So I ran.
We ran 5k, it was great for the first say…4k and I completely ran out of steam. We purposely chose a nice flat rail trail route. And I was surpised at how tired I felt when I started running. No pain just fatigue.
At 4k we stopped and chatted (about how fabulous we are) and walked in. It was fine, at least we gotten out there and shook out our legs a bit. We’ll go again on Friday and maybe 12 on Sat…we’ll see.
So afterwards we went for some dinner. There’s a chinese food place right next door so we went there, it’s not our first chicken ball celebration so we know it’s good there.
Well HELLO? Why do you pile MOUNTAINS AND MOUNTAINS of food on one plate so people cannot even take any off without causing an avalanche of fried rice and chop suey? Mine came with an egg roll plopped on top of a mound of chop suey. How am I supposed to eat that? Impossible task.
I ate maybe a third of my meal and the had it packed so Chris could enjoy it later. which he did, about 35 seconds after I walked through the door.
So by 10pm I was famished of course. And could nothing else but eat toaster strudel (blueberry) and curse those Chinese folk down town.
This morning? STARVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m hungry like Paris Hilton will never admit. Hungry like the Olsen twins.
Hungry.
Like Hannibal Lector.
Must eat.
