Waltz In Exile

12 April 2012, 9:42 am
Filed under: 5Ks, Family, Not at all what I expected, Running/Racing | Tags: , ,
Roundabout 2 years ago, I started a crazy (also, too, VERY LONG [and not remotely complete]) journey: to turn myself into a runner.  It absolutely made no sense. Honestly, it still makes no sense, and I’m training for my 2nd half-marathon.
It’s a complete cliche, but when I turned 40, I did a quick inventory, and thought “THIS? THIS IS IT?”   Middle-aged, stuck in middle America, and so middle-of-the-road average that I barely recognized myself? Continue reading

11 April 2012, 4:26 pm
Filed under: Not at all what I expected, Running/Racing | Tags: ,

I never came back and told y’all how I did in that little (ha, ha, hahaha) race I ran last year, did I?

Well, I finished.* Seriously, that’s the best spin I can put on it. And really, the extent of what I have to say about it.  Oh, wait. I did do a sorta summary of it for my little sister (the REAL runner of the family) (she’s like YOUNG and shit, though, so it’s totally unfair) when I got home. Here — I shall share: Continue reading

29 December 2010, 4:23 pm
Filed under: Exile, Not at all what I expected, Photos | Tags: , , ,

Sorta blah being me these days.  Which is not to say I don’t have an awesome husband, and amazing kids, and the best friends EVER.  I do.  And I know it.  And I try to show how much I appreciate them.

I’m just…yeah.  Still that.  Whatever it is. 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

8 July 2010, 3:16 pm
Filed under: Not at all what I expected | Tags: , ,

Unrelenting stress is not unlike writer’s block.

Has the same damn result, anyway.

15 October 2009, 9:08 pm
Filed under: For Fun, Meme, Not at all what I expected | Tags:

I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About myself, strangely. Small Town, Small Times started it by tagging me with this meme, which I swear I’ve been mentally composing for more than a week. (Seriously. Check the permalink date.) Today, Bejewell got all introspecty, too, (sans tags, but damned if I didn’t feel pressured anyway) making me wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something. Or ask me something. Like “Who the hell ARE you?” (The universe, she’s not exactly delicate.)

According to the meme, I’m supposed to tag seven people, and then share seven personality traits. Of mine, I mean. Not the seven people. Which is too bad, because I would be great at telling you about the people I’m going to tag. Not so much with the telling about myself. So I’m twisting up the meme a bit. 1) I’m saving the tagging for last; and B) because it’s a more natural way for me to think about it, I’m not going to tell you who I think I am (no clue, for starters), I’m going to tell you who I know I’m NOT.   Like the sculptor who carves the statue of the horse by chipping away everything that isn’t horse.* Continue reading


I know, I know: I totally suck. I’m worse than Trannyhead; she’s at least growing another human being and has some excuse. Also, she included hawt seasonal Sumo pictures. I’m not even going to have any cute goat photos to distract you with, because I can’t find my camera.

I’ve neglected my blog. I’ve neglected YOUR blogs. My feed reader shows triple digit “new” posts. And when I tried to catch up a little bit today, the first thing I read was Steph’s great post about connecting with people via teh interwebz and I felt so effing bad I couldn’t continue. Also, fadkog and Auds have posted about thirty gajillion times since the last time I managed and now I’m overwhelmed with how far behind I’ve fallen and can’t write a word. Continue reading