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Of Course It Is January 30 2008

Filed under: Grumbling, Parenting — pamalamadingdong @ 9:17 am

It’s STORMIMG like carazy here.
All the schools are closed all the buses are canceled.
The highway is closed.
It was +5 yesterday all day and into the night. It rained like crazy and then suddenly? Below zero and snow…high winds and LOW windchills (-40 by this afternoon).
FLASH FREEZE.
So…I might have to snowshoe to my interview?
Cause I am GOING, maybe i will be the only one that shows up?

In other unrelated news.
Did you know that when you ground your 12 year old (Happy Birthday Brendan) that it’s totally your fault. And that you are the reason they got in trouble?
EVEN if you offer to let them off their punishment for the day (seeing as it is their birthday afterall) but tomorrow we will resume with our regular scheduled punishment.
THAT is the most horrible thing you can do to a person!
He has NOTHING to do!
MEANEST!
PARENTS!
EVER!

 
 

The Land That Medical Advances Forgot January 16 2008

Filed under: Grumbling — pamalamadingdong @ 12:12 am

Men…you may want to avert your eyes.

Ladies you will totally get me.

I went for my bi- annual “looky-loo” today. This is the first time with my present doctor.

Also the first time with a male doctor in a long time.

Also the first time in this town for a loooooooooong time.

Ladies…it was still STEEL.

STEEL!

As in cold…hard….surgical steel!

When she brought me into the (words smallest) exam room, she told me she was going to “Set up” and then would leave me to undress and later return with the doctor.

She began lining up all the instruments of terror which was odd to begin with because I am used to my (old) Doctor doing it herself.

ANYWAY, the nurse started running the water and I am assuming she’s getting ready to scrub in.

Not so!

She was running the water to make it warm. To warm the SPECULUM (circa: 1967).

!!

And it totally seemed like she had grabbed it out of some random drawer of miscellaneous medical instruments.  Not wrapped in plastic like the ones the REAL Doctors use.

I

was

MORTIFIED.

And let me tell it was only down hill from there.

But you know, it’s done for another 2 years (or is it annually now that I am over *cough cough* 35?) and so hopefully by then he will be dead. And a MUCH younger Doc will feel me up in the name of health.

ugh

 
 

It’s Fathers Day and I’m Gonna Talk About My Period. June 18 2007

Filed under: Grumbling — pamalamadingdong @ 1:10 pm

Ok…so yesterday was father’s day, but I’m still gonna talk about my period.

So there.

So my period started this weekend…all sneaky like.

It totally just showed up out of the blue.

There was no rage, no binge eating, not even sore boobies.

Infact we were on a boat and we had come ashore to seek shelter from the thunderstorm and I used the washroom (ick) and was all “hello there, my purse is at home. oh my.”

And the day after came and with it came FULL ON PMS…on this is probably more accurately MS since it post pre.

Not so much with the binge eating, but seriously? I fucking hated everyone.

Today I am only mildly angry in general, but the cocoa I am snorting seems to be helping.

Sunday was father’s day.

And this year Chris got a baseball bat that he picked out and paid for and also he got the pleasure of playing in 6 baseball games this weekend without me bitching at him (too much).

6.

Six

Baseball games.

Guess what happens when a 41 yr old plays baseball for 3 days straight?

They become utterly useless.

Zombie like even, given the fact they are SO hungry and mal nourished (cause GOD FORBID YOU PACK SOMETHING!) they will in fact happily eat your brain.

It was a busy weekend, but we did manage to spend some family time together which is nothing short of a miracle.

We have Shadow, she peed on my carpet this morning.

I might stir fry her for dinner.

 
 

honestly is ugly April 17 2007

Filed under: Grumbling, Running — pamalamadingdong @ 6:46 pm

Lets be honest. I need to lose weight.

A lot of it.

40lbs has got to go.

I’m fat

&

Out of shape.

And I hate it.

It’s not like I can’t run 5k without dieing, but I can’t run 15k and 5? Is an effort.

And? I am finding it SO HARD to just GO AND FUCKING RUN ALREADY.

Why?

Why is that? I NEED to go, I HAVE to go.

Have I run this week?

NO.

I’ve a few walks here and there, but the always include Noah, and lets face it, it’s not working up a sweat.

I just want to be back in the habit.

Chris comes home and i go out for a run.

I’m so lazy. So so so sooooo lazy.

moo

I hate it.

Enough, already.

Get up.

Go.

 
 

SEND HELP! March 09 2007

Filed under: Grumbling — pamalamadingdong @ 10:32 am

I just made my first cup of tea of the day.

Not only am I out of honey, but I just used the LAST tea bag.

Now I am not a tea bag squeezer, since this lawyer I once worked for told me it will make your tea bitter, I just kind of scoop it out and toss it. Today I just scooped it out and laid it on the cutting board.

AHHH. Which means I can use it to make one more cup. ONE MORE CUP!

all is lost.

ALL IS LOST.

Brendan now has whatever it was that Noah and I had. Except his throat seems a lot more sore. Poor guy. He missed the last two days of school and today is the first day of the march break. Not that fair really. We don’t fair out well for holidays.

one year for the summer holidays they had chickenpox for the first couple of weeks.

We are cursed. I wonder what will happen for Easter? Ebola?

It’s not like we are overly sickly people, I don’t think. We are hardy and healthy. We just seem to get sick around major holidays. Especially Christmas, although this year? We totally made it Boxing Day or maybe it was New Years.

Oh we had such fabulous plans this weekend. We were going to hike down to one of the lakes in our neighbourhood and have a fire…let the kids play on the ice and go sliding. Roast some weinies and drink some hot chocolate. BUT now Chris has to work, I have to work, Brendan is sick and Noah has a birthday party at the swimming pool. We are DOOMED.

I have a feeling this is going to be a LOOOOONG week.

hold me.