Eclipse

Some of you may mistake that title for the movie release.

Nope.

There was an actual eclipse.

Now, I don't know if the smartypantses over at Twilight knew that when they decided to release the movie, but boy howdy, if they did, I've severely underestimated the power of the vampires.

I woke up 4 kids at 5 AM to go outside and see said eclipse. It was only a partial lunar eclipse, but still, in my geeky world, that warrants an early morning wake up call. The kids all lumbered to the lawn, did the appropriate amount of oohing and ahhing, then returned to bed, where they all still lie.

Me, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I donned my hat and shorts, oh, and a shirt, too, and headed out for a run. I ran into the eclipsed moon. Then it faltered behind the western horizon and I ran into the beginnings of a new day. The sun was just peeking over the peaks (that's clever, no?) as I finished up my 5.92 miles. Life is good.

The next lunar eclipse is in December of this year, and it will be a total eclipse (of the heart. You're singing it, aren't you?). If my calculations are correct, the next time there will be two lunar eclipses at the respective solstices will be in 68 years. Okay, I may have cheated on those calculations, but you thought I was smart for a sec, huh? I don't really know what it said, but something about 68 years, and I don't want to miss out, because I'm fairly certain I don't want to be around in 68 years from now.

So for today, I am eclipsed. Happy, sweaty, stinky, and still a little weirded out about the whole movie Eclipse and the actual eclipse coinciding.

Barren

Remember that one time I posted about having more babies? Turns out I don't need to worry about it.

My sisters have taken care of that for me.

Now I am the only biological sister that isn't with child. (Kelli isn't either, as far as I know, but since she isn't technically a sister, she doesn't count. But I count her as a sister, just so you know.)

That's right, Jill is with child, as is Meg.

Meg didn't even tell me. Even when we went to lunch together and I had to drop her off at her Ladytown doctor and I jokingly said I felt like I was dropping her off for an abortion. Even when we were at Lake Mead with her for a week. Even when I told her she shouldn't be holding Gretta in her condition, ha ha. Even when I told her her boobs looked big and her face was breaking out and she was peeing like every 2 minutes instead of every 5.

Do you feel guilty yet, Meg?

Don't.

I love it! I love that I "knew" and she was stubborn enough to keep it a secret until she was ready to tell. I love that I have 2 new family members on the way that I get to spoil and love and adore. I love that even though I am the only barren sister, I'm totally okay with that.

And I love my sisters. All 3 of them.

It's Not You, It's Me

It's June, which means a couple of things around here.

First, it means snow. Covering the lawn, the car, filling up the gutters, and flying through the air in clouds of white. No, we do not live below the equator. No, we do not live in the Arctic Circle.

Mmm, Arctic Circle chocolate brown topper, mmm. Oh, sorry, I was distracted by the idea of ice cream there for a sec.

Snow, yes, snow. Not the cold kind of snow, but the fluffy, cottony, sneeze inducing tree slough that drives me crazy. I do not for the life of me understand why people plant Cottonwood Trees deliberately. People, they shed. They're gross. Yes, I understand they grow like weeds, maybe that should be a clue. Anyway, all the tree snow made me cut my run short this morning, so that really put me in a mood.

Second, it means blog slacking time. You know, I take off every summer because life just gets too crazy to blog every day. Remember that one year I decided to take off for the summer and ended up having to not only blog daily on my own blog, but start a new blog while my mom died of cancer? Yeah, that was a great summer off from blogging. This summer let us all pray to whomever you choose to pray to that I won't ever have to do that again. Ever. Thanks.

So I'll be on and off, you know, when something awesome happens, like when I win the Publishers Clearinghouse $10,000,000 or when I spontaneously lose 50 pounds. You can totally bet I'll blog about those things. But for the most part, lower your expectations of me just this once. It's nothing personal, I promise. I still love you. I do.

I do.

Honor Code

Sean started back to school today. Normally when my kids start school, I do a dance on the table because I'm overjoyed to have my days back to normal.

Today, I didn't really do that. I'm sort of sad to lose my househusband. He's been doing all the wifely duties (well, not all of them, I'm still the only one who can do certain things of that nature), and that has given me a lot of time to run, and work, and read, and just hang out. See, I'm sad.

He did have to do something that he dreads though. He had to shave off his goatee. Well, it's not really a goatee, because I think a true goatee involves connecting chin hair to lip hair, and he cannot for the life of him grow lip hair. So maybe that makes it just a goat. Or maybe just a Tee. Anyway, he told me he was jealous of me. Not because I get to stay home and chill with the kids, but because I get to keep my mustache.

Jerk.

I think he's just jealous.

And for the record, I work dang hard at keeping this puppy at bay. We're talking Nair, hot wax, plucking and lots and lots of praying. It's not my fault that he had to sign the honor code and I didn't. Maybe I'll let it grow out just to spite him.

But It's A Dry Heat

Yesterday was a great day. A day off work (ha ha, every day is a day off work!), the program at the cemetery honoring our fallen troops, seeing all the beautiful flowers at my moms grave, and spending awesome quality time with extended family that I've grown to appreciate more than I ever thought possible over the last few years.

A great day indeed.

But it got a little hot there in the afternoon. Not that I'm complaining, because I would never complain. (sense the sarcasm, mmkay?) I got a little sunburned, which is fine around the front side of the shirt area, but the hump got burned, too. I hate that. Red itchy hump is not pretty, not that regular white zitty hump is any better, but come on.

And the heat has one other crappy side effect. Nose bleeds. Bring them on. I got one last night, Gretta ended up with one at 5 this morning, and I feel another one coming on soon. I'm sure Emma will follow suit, because she's just like me when it comes to that.

I love summer, I'm so glad it's here (sort of here, it's like 2 steps forward, one step back, crazy Utah weather), but I'm not glad to have the side effects of red hump and bleeding orifices.

At least it's a dry heat.