Shoe Friday #38

My friend Stacy just bought new running shoes.  She says....

I never treat myself to shoes that I NEED.  This is my first pair of Saucony shoes.  Let's hope I rack up the miles!

Except she just announced she is pregnant.  So I'm not sure how much running she will do, but make sure you say congrats!

Please Excuse The Lack Of Blogging

Oh right, hi.  I have a blog.

Sorry about that mini unintended break.  See, I'm dying.  Not really but I have this sore throat thing going on that makes it feel like I'm dying.   But I'm still working and dealing with the house nonsense but going to bed at 9 pm.  So, I apologize.

But if you follow me on twitter you would know I insulted everyone by saying I don't get the Michael Jackson hoopla.  I blame the cough syrup.

Carry on.  I'll be back.

Mission Completion*

I did it.  I ate.  I slept.  I had the the most non-relaxing massage ever.  Not because it was bad, but because he worked all the kinks out of my back and should be giving the Nobel prize in massagery.  Except I woke up the next morning and it felt like someone jumped on my back.  For hours.

Anyway, it was almost a picture perfect weekend.  And I say almost because Michael continued on his holy reign of preschool terror.  I have no idea what is going on with that child but I swear to you he is trying to kill me.

My brother in law, bless his heart, decided he was going to teach Michael how to ride a bike.  Except that Michael refuses to even sit on a bike.  Or a tricycle for that matter.  But for a couple of a seconds we thought that Michael might actually ride a bike.

 

Except, after being on the bike for 2.2 seconds he decided he couldn't do it.  Unless it was one of the MANY TIMES he was in the time out this weekend.  Then we was DYING to ride his bike.  Until he got out of time out.

But there was about 30 minutes when it was like having the old Michael back.  Snuggling, watching the fireworks on July 3rd.  Yes, for some reason the fireworks were on July 3rd.  I don't know either.

 

No one seemed to mind.

*For those of you without toddlers, that's a Little Einsteins reference. 

Shoe Friday #37 4th of July Edition

Lovely red shoes, for the 4th of July, from Mrs. Chicken.  I love these shoes.  I want these shoes.

One For The Road

I'm firing this off before we get on the road to head for the beach house.  My parent's house, to the person on twitter who said, you have a beach house?  Um, no.

So, I've been doing some thinking.  And I've always said that blogging for me is therapy without the copay and the nosy person who tells me things I don't want to hear.  I've come to realize that perhaps I've overreacted on the whole house thing.  And perhaps I've put all the stress of getting sick and Michael's hand into this.  And I never dealt with those things.  And this is my way of dealing.  By crying and screaming and feeling like the world is coming to an end.

The world is not coming to an end.  It will be fine.  No matter what happens.  If we sell the house.  If we don't.  If we find a new house or have to live with my parents for a few months.  I need to calm down.  I need to eat something.

I knew I had officially lost my mind when I turned to Doug last night and said "I think I am getting to thin."  I have spent my whole life thinking I am fat.  Even at my thinnest.  And he said, "now is it time to eat something?"

Ok, I get it. 

Off to eat crabs and drink beer and smile.  I promise.

Happy 4th.