Excuses and Updates

Hello my lovely and neglected readers. I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. It's been a crazy summer. I'm sure many, if not all of you are also busy. I know it's not much of an excuse since you've managed to keep me updated with the goings on in your life. So, we'll leave it at, I just haven't been inspired to post.

But life, in spite of me not posting, has been moving on. LOL.

I've been training like mad for my walk. Plus, making sure I have all my gear. And you may think that making sure you have clothes, shoes, blister kit, socks, sun block, etc isn't that big of a deal. And you would be right. Except for the fact, that I have to walk 20 miles in them. And the last place you want to deal with:

* a shirt that has a rubbed your underarm raw
* sunblock that has caused an allergic reaction
* having to go to the bathroom from something you ate or drank
* any other random thing that can go wrong

is when you're at mile 8 and have a long way to go. So, it's been a form of self discovery for the last few months.

Plus, the other odds and ends you have to organize just to get away for a few days.

I'm hoping that I'll be up to posting more soon. But I thank you all for sticking around. Enjoy your weekend!!!

FINALLY

The Idiots over at BP finally figured out how to stop the leak.

Too bad they were 85 days, 16 hours and 25 minutes late.

WTF?!?!

Why is it that the only time my smoke alarm goes off it's when I'm in bed?!?!?

The time before this one, all of the fucking alarms on our upper floor went off at the same fuckin time!!! WTF?!?!? And of course, it was like 1:30A.M.

Nothing like hearing constant high pitched beeping all over the fucking upstairs.

Needless to say Hubs and I flew out of bed. Sniffing the air like freaks, stupidly flinging all the doors open and, of course, not finding any smoke. Then we have to go to each, individual alarm and reset it. And this wasn't just a push the button and be done with it.

Nope.

We had to remove each and every alarm from the ceiling. Unplug them. And replug them in.

Poor Little One woke up and wasn't too happy.

Finally got everything fixed. No idea what set it off.

Then this morning. Our lovely smoke alarm went off this morning at 5:30am. Which I guess I should be happy about. Since I only had 15 minutes left before I got up. But still. 15 minutes of sleep is a big-fucking-deal in my book!

And I should be thankful that this time it was only two alarms that went off.

Plus, we only needed to push the restart button.

Then after the Hubs and the Little One are off and out of the house. The fucking thing goes off again!!! So, I climb the ladder again. And this time, I smell something.

The IRON.

I love my Husband dearly. And I'm happy he doesn't like to walk around looking like a crumpled mess. But, Sweetie, isn't all that great at keeping the IRON on the proper setting for his clothes.

So, we have this black, tar, cement on the bottom of it. He claims that you can't unplug it (It's an auto shut-off.) or it won't finish cleaning. And that's why it's there.

Whatever.

So, I unplug the iron. Reset the alarm. And hop in the shower.

Get out, and again. The fucker goes off.

WTF?!?!?!?

So, I climbed up the ladder, yet again. And dismantled the fucking thing.

I'm hoping that I'm done with it for a long time. Well, after, I plug the stupid thing back in tonight. Ugh.

Stomach Death Flu

So, I was all set on walking this weekend. And I mean walking.

I was going to walk two loops around Kensington Metropark on Sat. and on Sunday. Four loops. 34 miles.

But alas. No dice.

My Wee One came down with the Stomach Death flu on Thursday night. Puking and pooping up a storm. Poor thing. She was sick all day Friday and her fever finally broke around 4am on Saturday. Needless to say Mommy and Daddy's immune systems were taxed to the limit after that. So lucky us, we ended up with it. Ugh. Damn Bastard virus.

At least the Hubs set up Netflix from the Xbox, before he came down with the illness from hell.

So now here I am, 5 pounds lighter and finally able to move. (I didn't realize how hard puking is on your body. Especially now that I've hit 30. And that I'm not drunk while doing it.) Here's to a new week. I hope we didn't infect anyone else. And I'm hoping to get more walking in. Wish me luck!

Whew

It's been a hot few days.
Lately you can find me:

Walking. Man oh man it sucks walking in this heat. But who knows what the weather will be like in August, so it has to be done.

Drawing. With sidewalk chalk. The Wee One's newest and most favorite thing to do. She will get the chalk bucket and try to open the door to go out to draw. So cute.
Reading. Finally read The Girl who Chased the Moon. Great read. Really. If you haven't read it. Go immediately to your local library or bookstore and pick it up. Now. Go.

For those of you left. I've also been going to all sorts of family affairs. In fact, my Mom and Step-pop threw my Step-bro and I a surprise birthday party. (Our birthday's are 6 weeks apart.) Though it took me like 3 hours into the party to realize that it was, in fact, a surprise birthday party.

Cut me some slack though.
1. My parent's throw a big party at least once a year already. And they told me it was a summer party.
2. They didn't say "Surprise".
3. It was 2 months past my birthday.

Other than that, not much else is happening. Hope you are all staying cool and enjoying your summer.

Catch ya on the flipside.

Disconnected

Lately, I've been feeling a bit ehh. It's sort of a fog I guess. I haven't felt inspired to do much of anything. I obviously haven't been blogging. But even more surprising to me, I've taken a sidestep on my spiritual path. I've done a better job this year celebrating holidays with a ritual and for Litha?!?!? Nothing. I even forgot it was the Solstice until I heard it on the radio on my way to work. Then in the evening I couldn't even bring myself to do anything other than have a Sam Adams Summer Ale. I swear I feel like I'm behind a cloud or veil half the time.

Yesterday, I started to feel a bit more like me. I went grocery shopping, got a butt load of stuff done at work, made homemade lemonade, gave the Wee One a bath, read a bit and hung out with the Hubs watching some Food Network and the History Channel.

I hope this is a turning point for me. Let's hope it was just dregs of vertigo from the cruise.

Vacation....

Back and recuperating.

Details to follow.