Waltz In Exile

Hebetude (Wordless Wednesday)*
9 May 2012, 3:37 pm
Filed under: Photos, Running/Racing, Uncategorized | Tags: , ,

Remember I said I had pictures that would help explain the start corral hilarity?

Y’all, I cannot EVEN. Continue reading

10 April 2012, 3:21 pm
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It’s been almost a year since I’ve written anything.

I have no idea where/how to start.

I feel like there should be this huge list of “what’s new” that I could put here, yet…no. Nothing really new.

Continue reading

20 January 2011, 2:59 pm
Filed under: 1/2 Marathon Training, Goats, Running/Racing, Uncategorized | Tags: , ,

First item:

1/2 Marathon Training, W1D2*: 30 minutes of cross-training. Did this during my lunch break.  So far, so good.

Other than I want to eat ALL THE FOODS.

Item 2 / Over herd last weekend: Continue reading

11 January 2011, 1:09 am
Filed under: Family, Photos, Uncategorized | Tags: , ,

Yes, I know some of you have seen this already.
Yes, I know it’s unseemly to be so fond of a picture OF MYSELF.

Magically different from how it really was

The Photog was a GENIUS, I tell you

But I don’t normally like pictures of myself.  So, finally having one that I like, I sort of want to paper the world* with it.  And the thing I really like about it, aside from the photog making me look waycrazyprettier than I look in real life?  Is that at the time it was taken, I was actually having EVEN. MORE. FUN. than it looks like I’m having.**

*Apparently my world is damn small, and consists of a Facebook profile, and a blog with 4 readers.

**I KNOW.  The photographer was magical.

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

19 November 2010, 5:35 pm
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I still don’t know what to do.  I’m still broken.  I’m working on it, but I can’t tell how it’s going.  I don’t know if it’s getting better, or if I just care less than I did.

There’s a lot going on.  A LOT lot.   There always was, but this year has felt like Mach3 with my hair on fire.  I’m not the same person (mother, wife, blogger, friend, daughter, employee, sister, woman….) I was when I started writing here. Continue reading

21 August 2010, 7:11 pm
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See, the thing is, I’ve been busy, trying to fix something. Continue reading

Things-I’m-Not Thursday
22 October 2009, 11:06 pm
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Asleep.  Which is ridiculous.  I’m exhausted.  I staggered through the day (okay, the week) and I’m lying here wishing there were something good on TV, or a new Hobb trilogy about Fitz, or a masseuse wandering the ‘hood looking for someone who wants a free massage.  And not sleeping.

I need better sleep habits.  Maybe better habits altogether.  Tips and hints welcome in the comments.  Come on, I know you people are all discipliney and healthy.  Prove it.

23 August 2009, 5:11 pm
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Little girl most definitely has a different drummer.  This morning, she told me that from now on, I need to call her “Specialest Princess of all the World.”

Normally, I’d be annoyed, even if only by her bossiness and abuse of the -est suffix. Continue reading

14 August 2009, 3:34 pm
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I have new office furniture at work. Which necessitated a lot of office rearranging. Which led to the discovery that there is only one place where I can connect my internet, phone and power lines, and it is in the corner farthest away (impossibly so) from where I wanted to put my new desk. The reason I wanted to put my desk in a particular spot is because the “walls” of my office/cube/workspace form 3 sides of a square and I don’t want to sit with my back to the hallway (because apparently I was a gunfighter in a former incarnation and cannot relax or concentrate with my back to an open space) Continue reading