Room Temperature-Ish

I was asked to join a bowling league. A wha??? Yep, apparently people my age (ahem) are in bowling leagues.

So of course I couldn't turn it down. Mostly because I love the cutie pie that asked me, and I was intrigued to see what it was all about. After all, Kathie looked for a preschool schedule for her baby that wouldn't interfere with her league schedule, so I figured it must be fun.

Turns out I'm not a great bowler.



I'm not even that good. I'm mediocre, and that's being generous. My first game I got a 98. Not bad. It just went down hill from there. By the end of the third game, I was tired, my left butt cheek was sore, and my ball kept listing to one side or the other, no matter what I tried to do to correct it. I think my other two games were in the 70's. Great for temps, bad for bowling.

On the plus side, I met some way awesome ladies. I mean, here I come, toting my 2 children and a bag full of crafting supplies to keep them busy, they've never met me, and they let me sit and chit chat with them like we're long lost friends. Good ladies.

Also on the plus side, there was an abundance of spiky hairdo's. Always a good laugh. Not that I don't love the spiky, because I can totally understand personal style, but to see so much of the same 'do in one place was hilarious.

The games were cheap, the shoes cheaper, and the kids were easily satisfied with a drink and some highly nutritious bowling alley grub.

I think I may enjoy this "sport" after all!

Fun For Friday

Not everyone is book smart, so I guess it's good that some people have a skill.


I'm guessing grammar isn't one of his.



Happy Friday!

Moving The Lawn

Sean likes to mow the lawn. He has never been the mower in the family until now. Now that we have a riding lawn mower for him to borrow. Of course, all these years that I've mowed the lawn, I've always done it the hard way. I don't mind giving him this pleasure, of course, because I'm too scared of this behemoth to drive it around all the various lawn obstacles.



But Gretta, she's all in. Every time this thing is fired up, she is out the door, and begging for a ride. She will sit with Sean for an hour and help him move the lawn. That's how she says it. Move the lawn. I think it's darling. If you want to hear something else she says that's darling, ask her to say truck. Yeah, that's a good one.


And here she is. I love that Sean has hearing protection, but not G. Eh, she'll be fine, I'm sure. But the lawn looks great, and Gretta is in a good mood. Can't ask for much more than that, huh?

Shafted

I had posted yesterday about my August marathon. I though I'd start getting comments rolling in about how hilarious I am, and about how much I was missed this summer.

(Enter humble bow here)

I didn't.

Not a one.

I was pretty bummed, to say the least. But then I actually logged on to my blog (which I rarely do, I just rely on emails), and saw that I had 3 comments! Instantly I was jazzed. There may have even been jazz hands involved. It was sort of like an episode of Glee, but less gay, and more lame.

I guess what happened was this. About, oh, two and a half years ago, I posted on my now non-existent blog, that I was moving to Chicago. For some reason for the last couple of weeks, I've been getting tons of random spam comments on that particular post. And let me tell you, they are way spammy. Things like "gay hook ups now available in your area", and "free viagra for your womans pleasure", and lots and lots in some strange code-y language with numbers and characters and such. I mean at first I was interested, because who doesn't want a great gay hook up in their area? By raise of hands? But then I was freaked out.

So I finally just marked those comments as spam, and suddenly every comment that comes to my blog is sent to my spam folder. So not only do I feel like I'm getting the shaft, but it's kind of the shaft to my commenters as well, because their witty banter is getting flushed down the email toilet.

I apologize for any shaftiness that may have been implied by my lack of response. And I take back all the bad things I was thinking about my readers when I thought no one was commenting at all. So sorry.

My August Marathon

I ran a marathon! I bet you didn't even know I was in training for one, huh?

Well, I did it. And my time?

30 days.

Yep, I ran a marathon in August. All of August. 26.2 miles in 30 days. Not too shabby for my first effort, I think.



Here is proof. See, my RunKeeper app (with which I have a love hate relationship) keeps track of all my stats. Month of August comes in at 26.2 miles exactly. So I guess since there's what, like 2 days left of the month, I should just go ahead and take those days off.

Maybe my next marathon will take me less time. Like say, 15 days? I mean that would have me beating my PR by half! I'm an overachiever, what can I say.

Lachanophobia

It seems I've been suffering with this phobia for some time now. And it has actually started to affect my daily life. I guess it's time to do something about it.

But what?

Well, for one, I could just get over it. I could seek therapy, or group counseling, but I doubt that will help.

I could make friends with some vegetarians, but then I would feel like they were being all judgy and whatnot because of my choices.

I could take a vitamin, but I can't swallow those giant horse pills.

So what's a girl with fear of vegetables to do?

I bought myself some liquid multivitamin drink stuff from Sam's Club.

Honestly, I don't usually have a problem eating my veggies. It mostly fruit. I can't remember the last time I ate fruit. It seriously scares me. But lately my restless legs have gotten so bad, that even my medicine isn't touching it, which makes me a very nice person to live with, if you can imagine that.

So after some research, Sean found that low levels of iron and folic acid are sometimes a culprit in restless legs syndrome, and also the lack of fruits and vegetables in the diet. I'm desperate, so I'll try anything. I bought myself some V8 Fusion, you know, the yummy fruity drink that has a full serving of veggies in it too. I really like it! And it makes my poop pretty. I know you wanted to know that.

I'm hoping with the drink, combined with the multivitamin drink, combined with the iron supplement I'll be taking, things will have settled down ( I crack me up). Wish me luck.

Gratuitous

I'm gonna be honest, I had to read that title repeatedly to make sure it was spelled correctly. It is, right?

Well, it's time for the annual Table Dance Of Joy at our house. Yes, folks, I literally get up on the table and do a little happy dance. You may remember it from this post, and this post. This was the first time Sean has been around to see it. He was impressed.

The table dance comes because, like I'm sure you've seen on Facebook and every single blog you read, it's back to school time. I'm just gonna say it, I don't really look at your kids' back to school pictures. I'm sorry, I just don't. And I don't really expect you to look at mine. I'm totally okay with that.

But I do expect you to see the proof that I did indeed do a table dance.


See? Proof. And if you need a verbal witness, ask Sean, he'll tell you. I may have even given him a little shimmy just for kicks.

(Also, note the glitter toes. So awesome. I love mine. And guess what? Yours truly does them now! So give me a ring, or a text or a FB message, and we'll get you hooked up)


And here's Emma. 6th grade. Holy crap. Really? She rode her bike to school today with some friends, and I think she was pretty excited, although she's at that age where it's not cool to get excited anymore, so she tries to keep it inside.

Maggie is obviously missing, since she's doing school at home with me, so I'll do a back to school picture of her tomorrow when she gets her new clothes on.

Back to school also means my fabled return to blogging. Ah, schedule, how I've missed you. I'm hoping to hop right back on the every day blog post thing, so I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seats for that. Stay tuned.