Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Record Slows
I’m fairly certain that Monday morning and again this morning I set record slows for jogging. On Monday I saw that there was a lady ahead of me walking in the same direction as I was around the lake. I decided to look away for a few minutes and then look at her again to see how much distance I had gained on her. So for a few minutes I enjoyed jogging by the ducks and ducklings and avoided the animal excrement’s on the path and sprinklers that water the adjacent lawns and anyone who happens to be on the trail that early in the morning. When I looked up to see where the lady was, she was further ahead than she had been a few minutes earlier. I had to laugh over that one. How pathetic can I get? A lady was walking faster than I was jogging. I gave myself a pep talk explaining that I was slower than usual that morning because it was Monday and I hadn’t jogged since Friday and was still weighed down by dinner the night before and that I would be faster on Wednesday - today. I wasn’t.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Queen for a Day (or a few minutes anyway)
Last night after church at about 9 a group of us went to a friend’s house to play Settlers of Catan. It was the first time I have won the game. I’ve only played about 5 times now, but since some of the people playing are extremely competitive I just wanted to take a moment and let the world know of my victory. WOO HOO ME!!
Since the game didn't end until about midnight I'm rather tired today. I'm also dragging a bit since I haven't had coffee or any caffeine since Sunday. I've been drinking coffee or tea in the mornings regularly since high school. Ten year habits are a bit painful to break.
Since the game didn't end until about midnight I'm rather tired today. I'm also dragging a bit since I haven't had coffee or any caffeine since Sunday. I've been drinking coffee or tea in the mornings regularly since high school. Ten year habits are a bit painful to break.
Friday, June 15, 2007
The Giggling Lawn Mower
A few Fridays ago I decided to test my ability to stay sane and invite three of my nephews to my tiny little house to spend the night. After I got off work my sister and b-i-l dropped them off and the evening began. We started out by climbing my magnolia tree. Tree climbing was never my thing while I was growing up but I can understand their enjoyment and the rush they get from “climbing all the way up there.” My magnolia tree isn’t all that tall, but for 7, 5, and 3 year old boys its great. I guess its also great for roommates who like to talk on the phone while sitting in trees. But that is a different story.
Next the adventure took us to a local elementary school’s playground. I was impressed by the older boys’ ability to do the monkey bars. I’ve never been good at them and when I was growing up I guess I didn’t see the fun in feeling like the skin was going to be ripped off my hands. I guess that maybe that is part of the draw for the boys; they tend to like gross things. So what if the skin is pulled off their hands, that’s cool isn’t it? You can see blood and muscles and stuff.
While we were walking back to my house the youngest was really dawdling. I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to what he was doing because I was trying to keep my eyes on the two older boys who had thought they should run ahead and keep running even after I yelled to them to wait. After a little while, after the two finally stopped, I started watching what the youngest more closely. He was doing this odd thing of trotting about 10 feet, stopping, acting like he was starting a pull cord engine, and they he would trot another few feet all the while making an engine noise. Then it hit me. He was pretending to be a lawn mower. It was hilarious.
The next morning the older two boys woke up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons. After about half an hour I checked on the three year old. I heard an unexpected noise come from him so I leaned down to hear him better. He was giggling in his sleep. A little bit later when he woke up he told me that he was having funny dreams.
Weeks later this still makes me laugh. My nephew the lawn mower giggles in his sleep.
Next the adventure took us to a local elementary school’s playground. I was impressed by the older boys’ ability to do the monkey bars. I’ve never been good at them and when I was growing up I guess I didn’t see the fun in feeling like the skin was going to be ripped off my hands. I guess that maybe that is part of the draw for the boys; they tend to like gross things. So what if the skin is pulled off their hands, that’s cool isn’t it? You can see blood and muscles and stuff.
While we were walking back to my house the youngest was really dawdling. I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to what he was doing because I was trying to keep my eyes on the two older boys who had thought they should run ahead and keep running even after I yelled to them to wait. After a little while, after the two finally stopped, I started watching what the youngest more closely. He was doing this odd thing of trotting about 10 feet, stopping, acting like he was starting a pull cord engine, and they he would trot another few feet all the while making an engine noise. Then it hit me. He was pretending to be a lawn mower. It was hilarious.
The next morning the older two boys woke up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons. After about half an hour I checked on the three year old. I heard an unexpected noise come from him so I leaned down to hear him better. He was giggling in his sleep. A little bit later when he woke up he told me that he was having funny dreams.
Weeks later this still makes me laugh. My nephew the lawn mower giggles in his sleep.
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