Double Digits
Holy Crap. HOLY CRAP. You are not going to believe how far I ran today. I ran 10 freakin’ miles. I spent at least half of a mile debating whether or not running 10 miles was enough to warrant the use of the real f-word instead of “freakin’” – but I decided it wasn’t. 10 freakin’ miles. The couple times I’ve uttered the phrase, “I ran 10 miles,” since this morning, I have actually felt a surge of tears coming on. I think... Read More
Some bitching and whining and then incredibly fast running
I am not in the mood to discuss my blog right now. I can recover the entries from the last few days (I hope) but I can’t recover the comments from wishing NikkiZ Happy Birthday or from our Anniversary and this devastates me. MrZ also woke up this morning with a neck issue that is causing him so much pain he is basically immoble. NikkiZ is also very sick and snotty and grody. I am started to feel like my family will never be 100% ever again. I am so tired and worn out and... Read More
If you can hear me talking, you’re so gay!
LilZ told me last night that there is this new “thing” at school where, if someone puts their hand on your shoulder and you don’t get it off in 7 seconds, it means you’re gay. He said it with as much disgust and irritation as I’ve ever heard in his voice. He’s used to those jokes by now because he happens to have, of all things, a good friend who is also a guy, and evidently in middle school? That totally makes you gay. Kids are idiots. I... Read More
anxiety attack anyone?
Okay. Have you noticed I’m having to moderate comments on my blog now? That your comments aren’t immediately published? Well…that’s because I’m having some MT issues. And last night it got really ugly as LilZ gave me a backrub (yes, I know he’s awesome…) while I had a panic attack fearing a loss of my entire blog. I kept thinking this was MY fault somehow…turns out? Not so much. I figured this out because I tried setting up WordPress... Read More
A gift
A year ago today I had my abdomen sliced open and a baby torn out of it. Not quite the way we had planned it – but the product was what mattered. A healthy baby girl who would make the following year simply amazing. I am not a very good writer and I’ve read so many first year tributes that were amazing, that I’m scared to even try. But – I do have a perspective that is a little different than some. A perspective of an 11-year-old boy who’s dream came... Read More
