Waltz In Exile

19 April 2012, 10:14 pm
Filed under: 1/2 Marathon Training, Getting Old Sucks, Working Mom | Tags: , ,

Sorry, too busy running all the time and eating ALL THE CARBS.  Throw in two little league players, one of whom is taking two dance classes (and therefore has two parts in the upcoming recital), and it’s almost not doable. Toss the puppy in the mix, and the boss who’s getting ready for trial, and well, I can barely hold my head up long enough to post this using my iPod.

But I swear I’m still back. Just…T minus 16 days until the race. Then I sorta get my life back.  Or at least a yoga class.


*tu vois ce que j’ai fait la? Je m’amuse toujours 🙂



I want to write, but I don’t have anything resembling a coherent post.  It’s all a jumbled bunch of crazy that I don’t even have time to flesh out into something comprehensible, let alone meaningful. (Which is not to say that I think I usually produce these fantastic universal nuggets of truth. I only mean that, usually, what I write has some meaning TO ME.  And what you’re about to see isn’t even going to be “laundry list” so much as “laundry pile.”  Well, forewarned is forearmed, or so I hear.  Onward!)

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1 December 2010, 12:18 pm
Filed under: Getting Old Sucks, Home/Ohio, Uncategorized | Tags: ,

I’m with del Amitri: I’ve had enough bad news to last a lifetime. The holiday season is upon us and I’m in need of an attitude adjustment. I’m even willing to take the first step myself. Here’s MY contribution: Continue reading


It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything worth writing about.  Some of it, I feel like I don’t have the talent to write about adequately, because it was SO awesome (see: Tous les comtesses; BlogHer ’10; family wedding; ran my first two 5Ks EVER.)  Some of it, I was too tired after living/experiencing/dealing with it to write about (see: Husband gets Master’s degree & turns 40 [aka June]; ran my first two 5Ks EVER.)  Some of it, I’m in too much of a funk to write about (see: Still in Exile; still hate job; still 40.)  Continue reading

7 January 2010, 12:34 am
Filed under: Family, For Fun, Getting Old Sucks | Tags: , , , ,

No, Beej, the IO didn’t devour me. Tried to, but I prevailed.  Pretty much like the holiday season, come to think of it.  Yet I live to tell, so here I am.

This being a new year and a new decade and the year I turn the “new thirty,” I feel like starting fresh.  Of course, I’m about a week late, but there’s that “better…than never” adage for a reason, right?  Anyway, fresh.  I’m going to take the patented Waltz grocerypalooza approach to fresh, and go through the fridges and toss out all the old stuff first.  So this post is pretty much going to be a bunch of tupperware containers full of unidentifiably old leftovers that, if you’re smart, you don’t look at too closely and OH DEAR GOD DON’T OPEN THEM JUST TOSS THEM IN THE GARBAGE CAN.  Okay, a few items won’t be green and fuzzy and stinky and might have been worth saving to make a huge pot of soup or their own post or something but I just confused myself with my own metaphor so maybe it’s time to get started. Continue reading

18 January 2009, 4:59 pm
Filed under: Getting Old Sucks | Tags: ,

So I’ve been thinking. (What’s that you say? Oh, yes, obviously, I have not been writing. To which I reply: you have no idea how hard it is for me to do this thinking thing. Trust me, you don’t want me behind the keyboard and trying to think at the same time. I should come with a warning, like allergy medicine. What? Oh, you can’t tell the difference? Fine. Whatever. I warned you.)

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25 July 2008, 1:19 am
Filed under: Getting Old Sucks | Tags: ,

I am a child of the 80s. (Oh, fine. I am a child of the 70s. But my teen years were in the 80s. My FORMATIVE years, if you will.) And as such, I feel compelled to say: the apocalypse is upon us. Continue reading