Running Commentary

October 18 2005

A woman I work with had to fly home to Scotland to visit a dieing brother. So I am working her hours this week. Not around much for blogging. AS IF!
Haven’t run all week either. Think I’ll go tonight.
Dori is about to pop with puppies. I PASSED her on the stairs today. I have never passed a dog on the stairs! It was sad and pathetic. Poor Dori…she’s obscene looking. She looks like one of those wide pigmy goats (without the cloven hoofs and scary eyes).
Time to take Noah to daycare….

I am SUCH a Follower. October 15 2005

I couldn’t resist this one.

Pam Needs:

Pam Needs Sperm Donor-umm got one thanks!

Pam needs to tell Bill that it’s Carl or her-Fucking Carl…I hate him! He’s such a whore!

Pam needs four to six weeks to complete a basket for you-I sense a “basket case” joke coming out of Jon.

Pam needs to do is to add a little extra to her payment each month-And a puppy will be liberated from a life of slavery and endless guarding.

PAM needs TURBULENCE to dissolve in the water.-HELL yeah!

Pam needs something in between.-because my rock and hard place? Are starting to chafe

Pam needs to have fun.-y’think?

Pam Needs Socks-and underwear!

PAM needs to be agitated thoroughly in order for it to dissolve.-Well I will admit that I rarely dissolve without a good agitation first…unless there’s wine…saturation! HA!

Pam needs to learn about crossing the street?-Do you not remember what happened to that chicken?

PAM needs dynamic loading -I won’t even touch that one

Now…while browsing the results for that particular google I came across this couple of lines……I think Pam should
get taller. Pam needs more height. I want to annoy Pam Tell me that doesn’t have Jon written all over it!!! Jon…you have a secret blog all about me don’t you? I am so on to you!

Day care October 13 2005

I just really don’t understand how it is possible to live in the same tiny little town as two of your sisters and your parents…yet still little Noah has to go to day care! It’s really not right! Wasn’t that the point of moving there? To be close to family and the boys can all grow together. Now you’re in Un-named Lake near family and no one will help out! One sister has a little boys one year younger than Noah. SHe has to stay home and take of him anyway! It makes no sense! They are suppose to be the boys aunts…and what do they do? NOTHING? THey don’t go out of their way to spend time with them…they won’t even help out so you can work or run…or even offer to watch them so you can bake a birthday for HER kid? Good lord! Just wait until I get back and she asks me to babysit. “Oh sorry…I’m too busy spending time with pam’s boys! LIKE A NORMAL AUNT!”
Good god!

How badly do I suck.

That’s my title cause I am too tired to think of a better one. (To all the mommies of little babies in blogworld I apologize for the complaining I am about to do about being tired. I know my tired is not match for yours. Yours is in a whole different league of tired…I know….you would sometimes swallow your child whole if only it would allow you 20 more minutes rest.)
I am too tired to even be witty. I was about to delete that line and re-write it, with WIT! But no…too tired.
Noah is successfully enrolled in day care. Much to Feffie’s outrage. She’ll get over it. He seems to love it. His teacher is not the warm and snuggly creature I expected from a day care provider but she seems competent and fun.
I’ve been up since 5am. Chris was supposed to be home yesterday…he’s STILL not home.
So..no running.
I work tomorrow, which will be Noah’s first independent kick at the daycare can. I’m sure he’ll do fine. Though he may have a few mommy moments.
I am so tired. I wouldn’t be sew tired if I had actually had a good sleep the night before last night. Brendan had me up a few times that night…and Noah had to pee 153 times last night. Ugh-a-rooney.
I’m not even whiny (shut up Jon..I’m not) I’m simply JUSt exhausted. I look forward to work for the next two days. I hope the store is dead so I can shop for myself. Heh
I suspect feffie might write a rage full post on the atrocity that is our family NOT babysitting my children…ever., please stay tuned. She’s a little off her nut on this one.

Post Turkey Stupor October 11 2005

So Thanksgiving was fabulous. A huge dinner that kicked my ass. I cooked ALL DAY SUNDAY! I have never been tired from cooking before. But on Sunday I was nearly asleep at the sink (at 8pm!) while trying to clean the last of the dishes!
YIKES!
Yesterday I went for a run. I ran past countless houses emminating the smell of cooking turkey. I HATE TURKEY!
My run was great. It ended at my mom’s house where I had originally stopped for just water but ate too many cookies to run home. hee.
My legs are slightly sore but Chris is home tomorrow so I’ll be out running then too.
Noah goes for his first visit at Daycare tomorrow. Sounds like a nice place…something he will enjoy I suspect.
That’s all for now.