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November 30, 2010
5.30: The end!
Back when I was in college, I gave blood regularly. They conveniently parked a bus right outside my building at 8 week intervals, removing all good excuses not to give. Plus, I was always looking for another way to lose weight. I figured making blood had to burn some calories, right?
Some of my friends had their own stupid reasons for giving blood. A big rush on the first post-leech smoke. A cheap night of drinking. A big rush and instant buzz within minutes of exiting the bus.
Some of my friends were lushier than others.
Other than quicker highs, I never really felt any effects. I walked off the bus and never gave my lack of blood another thought.
Nowadays, I give blood and spend the rest of the day getting lightheaded when I stand up. I'm desperate for a nap. It throws me off running for at least a week or two, if not more.
Getting old sucks.
Yes! I survived another year of NaBloPoMo! And it wasn't even too much of a hardship. See you next year!
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November 29, 2010
5.29: Almost....there...
I sort of thought that when the Thanksgiving rush was over, I'd have a few weeks to breathe before the Christmas freak-out began.
Boy, was I wrong.
Turns out, all that stuff I put off while I was prepping for guests, and all that stuff I put off because we had guests still has to be done. You know, presents to buy, a meal to plan, a house to decorate. There's all the stuff that has to be done at the school that I really want to help out with: Holiday parties to plan, gingerbread men to make, the PTA Holiday Shop and a meal to help prepare and set up for the teachers. Then there are a few unanticipated events, namely Katie needing two extra dentist appointments because she has a cavity on each side of her mouth, and a (welcome) visit from my in-laws, and I'm starting to freak out a bit.
Add in our regular schedule, and I'm feeling a little overwhelmed.
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November 28, 2010
5.28: Bookish
I've been a little obsessed for the last couple weeks. In spite of guests, kids out of school and all the cooking and cleaning that go along with a holiday, I've been reading close to a book a day from Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series.
It all started so innocently. I had read a couple of her books, and they were good, fun reads. Then I had a gift card that I need to use up from Border's, and I didn't have anything specific on my, so I ordered a box set of the first three books in the series. By book two, I was hooked. I hit two Half Price Books, snatching up every copy I found in the series, knowing I'd get to them soon, but book five was elusive. I grumbled and complained and practically threw my credit card at the cashier in my haste to pay full price for my missing link.
I made it to book nine before I had another gap in my collection. I'm currently twitching and irritated while I wait for it to arrive in the mail, having struck out at the full price bookstore today. While I was at it, I found discounted versions of the last three books I'm missing, and threw those in my cart, too.
Now I just have to find something to keep me occupied for the next 3-7 days while I wait for the postman to knock on my door.
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November 27, 2010
5.27: Relief
My mom is still here (although she's staying in her travel trailer out front. We're classy like that.) but the rest of our guests took off this morning. I'll be sleeping in my own bed tonight, where only a small percentage of Owen's rantings will carry down. Rex's snoring will seem like a treat after listening to Owen yell about someone folding his blanket (who has nightmares about folded blankets?)
We also get out bathroom back full-time, which may not be a big deal to a lot of people, but I have a serious bathroom preference, and I don't like having to share. And I almost killed myself getting up in the middle of the night to pee last night.
And won't you feel better when NaBloPoMo is over and I (mostly) stop writing about my bathroom habits?
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November 26, 2010
5.26: Is it over? It feels over
Well. Thanksgiving went well. The food was good, the company was excellent, the Aggies won and Dallas lost.
I'm filled with an abundance of thanks, I really am. But I'm ready to get back to normal. Back to my own bed, and being able to yell at my kids without worrying about what everyone thinks. Back to running (I'm really feeling the need now) and reading without guilt and letting the kids trash the house.
I'm thankful for food and family and abundance, and I'm thankful that in another day it will all go back to normal.
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November 25, 2010
5.25: Happy Thanksgiving!
I'm off to cook a meal, stuff myself silly, and watch some football with that which I'm most thankful for: my family.
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November 24, 2010
WiW: Week 35
Weight: 145.8
Waist: 30
Hips: 37.5
Thigh: 23.5
I guess the upside of the last week is that I actually got three workouts in, two runs and a Shred. The downside is that with guests coming in and Thanksgiving, there likely won't be more for a while, and I'm sure I'm going to eat back everything I burned off.
C'est la vie!
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5.24: Clean house edition
I spent the day cleaning and cooking and shoving all my junk into my office so I can shut the door on it. Now I have family here, and I'd rather spend time with them than with my computer. I don't even have a picture for ya.
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November 23, 2010
5.23: Maybe they'll name it after me
When does having multiple colds stop being bad luck and start being a syndrome? I'm on #3, and I'm starting to feel like the universe is gunning for me. Seriously, we have a kid with strep in the house, and that skips me and I get something completely new, instead.
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November 22, 2010
5.22: Huh. They really are listening.
We spent a fair part of last week with piles of crap all over the living room. The piles of crap were things we planned to donate to whichever charity it is that will drive past my house and pick them up. The reason they were there for a week is because, well, I like to put things off.
Donating things is sort of a mixed bag around here. I'm a huge fan of getting the most use of of perfectly good stuff, as long as I can bear to rip it from my occasionally overly-sentimental arms. I hate waste, I hate throwing away things that have use, be they clothes or plastic panty hose eggs, and I love tax deductions. The feeling of giving to people in need isn't so bad either, although it's a little distant when you just set a box out on your front porch and it magically disappears to god-knows-where.
In any case, I try to impress on my kids that we're giving things to people who may not have much. Toys go to children who don't have an entire room dedicated to gluttony. The clothes that no longer fit and are useless to us will be well loved by a smaller child. And while I think they get that, it doesn't keep them from occasionally tearing up when a well-loved Tinkerbell shirt moves down the line. (Katie still sometimes speaks with longing for an old stinky, ratty pair of sandals we threw out. She's a hoarder in training, that one.)
Owen watched and questioned me a lot over those days. He tends to ask me the same questions over and over again, and I'm never sure if he's just fucking with me, or if he needs the extra explanations to help him understand. I still wasn't really sure where he stood a couple days later, until he stuck a toy in the spot by the door where the pile had sat until the day came to set it outside. I was trying to tell him to put the toy back in the bin behind the couch, he was trying to explain that it was a baby toy, and it needed to go a baby who would play with it.
How could I argue with that?
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November 21, 2010
5.21: Dullard
I've managed to avoid wordless picture posts for the most part, but today I'm truly out of words. In the last two days I've done nothing but watch tv and read a book, with one brief break to take Jamie to the doctor to get diagnosed with strep.
So I leave you with this cute but poor picture of Owen, showing his street side.
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November 20, 2010
5.20: Why is being healthy so painful?
I was supposed to go out of town this weekend. Since I knew I wouldn't be getting a run in, and I figured I'd have lots of days to recover, I did the Shred on Friday afternoon.
I've been meaning to start up again for a while, but I always have an excuse. It's a running day. I forgot to do it while Owen was napping. I had something more important going on. I didn't want to get sweaty. I was sick.
I finally got fed up with myself and my excuses and did it.
And now I remember why I was putting it off.
Doing the Shred was bad enough. Apparently I have absolutely ZERO upper body strength. And my legs? The ones that I thought would be strong from running? I guess running uses absolutely none of the same muscles as the Shred, because they didn't do a damn bit of good.
Oh, my, am I sore. I can barely make it up the stairs, and down is even worse. My chest and shoulders protest any but the tiniest movements. Even my abs, which are usually fairly resilient and I would have thought to be moderately strong from running, are sore.
Being sore while out of town would have been a bit embarrassing, sure, but we do a lot of sitting around with Rex's family, so it wouldn't have been too taxing. Instead, I'm home, with a huge list of things that need cleaning before family starts coming into town Monday night. Frankly, I'm just not sure I'm going to be able to scrub the shower and Swiffer the kitchen in this condition.
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November 19, 2010
5.19: Plagued
Owen has had a nasty cold all week. Aside from being a little more mercurial, a few incidents of nighttime fussiness and a horrible cough, he hasn't been too much affected. I sort of feel like this was a best case illness scenario.
A less ideal scenario is unfolding with Jamie. We're supposed to visit family this weekend in Houston, a non-Christmas Christmas visit. Unfortunately, Jamie came from home today looking wilted and complaining of a sore throat. The Man took her temperature before he drugged her, and naturally she had escalated to a fever.
Frankly, it's a miracle we're ever all healthy a the same time. I mean, I have three children, two of whom attend a germ-laden public school. And then there's me, who used to be a fairly healthy person, but now I have three children, two of whom attend a germ-laden public school. And then there's whatever The Man brings home from work, which usually leaves him unaffected but takes me down. I send them cakes and banana bread, they send me back The Plague.
Now we're left with a dilemma: Cancel our trip altogether, or divide and conquer?
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November 18, 2010
5.18: Baby it's cold outside
And I was out there running. Up until a year or so ago, if you had told me I would be running several miles at a time, I would have laughed in your face. If you told me I would be running when it was 45 degrees outside, I would have just walked away, because obviously you don't know me at all.
I'm honestly not sure if I'm more proud of the fact that I went running tonight, or that I voluntarily went outside in these temperatures.
That said, I think I might be asking for a treadmill for Christmas.
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November 17, 2010
5.17: Free Day
I always swore we wouldn't over schedule our kids.
What I didn't count on was my kids over scheduling me.
Long ago, we decided that each kid would be allowed two activities. If they wanted to try something new, that was fine, but they would have to choose which of their current activities they would have to drop. Of course at the time we made this rule, we only had two kids, only one of whom was in any activities at all.
A combination of luck and parental domination has left us with two kids participating in the same activities at the exact same times each week. Sure, we spend a LOT of hours at the gym each week, but it could be a lot worse.
In the last year or two, the kids and I have added another rule about activities: We need at least one weekday without a scheduled activity. It was something I did sort of instinctually. The kids let me know I was on the right track when we shuffled schedules around and Jamie demanded a day of free play in so many words.
And so we have Wednesdays: A day to catch up on homework, do a chore or two, play with friends (if we can find any that aren't busy with their own activities,) eat a relaxed dinner at a normal time, do a little nothing and still get to bed at a decent time.
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WiW: Week 34
Weight: 145.2
Waist: 31
Hips: 37.5
Thigh: 23
One run since last week. I guess it's better than none, but really.
Monday, it was cold AND rainy. Cold I could deal with, but I'm not getting wet when it's 50 degrees out. Full disclosure: I didn't want to run and was glad it rained.
Tuesday, I had a headache. Now, I've had a headache every day for the last week and a half or so, but low level. I took some Tylenol to try to knock it out before I had to run, but the act of putting my hair in a ponytail almost knocked me on my ass.
Tonight it's so windy that I think if I ran into the wind I could go for 20 minutes and never leave our front walk.
I think it's time for a treadmill.
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November 16, 2010
5.16: Halfway!
I'm going to make this short and not-so-sweet. I've had a low level headache for the last week and a half, and apparently it picked tonight to kick it up a notch or three. It's already taken down my run and now it's sucking out my entire vocabulary.
So Yay! Halfway!
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November 15, 2010
5.15: DVR
It's become difficult to remember a time before we had a DVR.
What I do remember is how shocked and awed we were that we had ever manage to live without one.
Suddenly it didn't matter when shows were on, and it didn't matter if two of the shows we wanted to see were on at the same time. We could watch three shows in the time it used to take to watch two, with the exception of Dancing with the Stars, which could be watched in easily half the time.
It's taken years for the dark side to show itself.
Instead of watching a few well-loved shows a week, plus catching a bunch of other take-it-or-leave it shows that we didn't have the luxury of getting deeply involved with, we now record 10-15 shows a week, all of which we feel obligated to watch. And that's after a few of our favorites got cancelled or lost in the writer's strike shuffle (or just started sucking.) Just to keep up, we're watching 2+ hours each evening of must-see tv.
All these shows are eating up my blogging time, my photo managing time and our *ahem* couple time.
There was a time I wondered how we ever managed to live without our DVR.
Now I'm not sure we can stand to live with one.
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November 14, 2010
5.14: Day of Rest
Ahh, today was one of those lovely days where we had nothing scheduled, no homework and few required chores.
Unscheduled, unhurried play was had, pj's were worn until they had to be removed to go out for a lunch that someone else cooked, books were read, football was watched and naps were had by (nearly) all.
And now that the kids are in bed, I'm going to go back to doing what *I* want to do.
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November 13, 2010
5.13: Team spirit
I've never really been much of a fan of professional sports. Sure I snicker a little when the Cowboys lose, and I might dance a particularly mean little dance when the Redskins are the ones who hand them their walking boots. But I feel no particular sadness or shame when the Skins have a losing season (or 10.)
College sports are a little different. Particularly when I was in school and attending most of the games, I felt the spirit and rode the highs and lows with my team. Since I graduated, though, I've done little more than follow the scores. I love to hear about a win, I'm disappointed with a loss, but I rarely sit and watch a game. I'm no fair weather fan, but there are times I'm barely worthy of the title "fan" at all.
The last couple weeks, though, I've not only watched my Aggies play, I've felt the strain of trying to will my team into a better position, the elation when we score, anger when the refs make yet another call against us. Why, I've almost raised my voice at the tv!
I'm not sure why I'm suddenly emotional over sports my children aren't even participating in, but I'm kind of enjoying the rush.
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November 12, 2010
5.12: Motivation
I have no idea what to write about tonight. No motivation to put words to screen.
Yesterday, I found all sorts of things to reorganize and sort and discard. I was interrupted by the needs to feed my kids and entertain the boy. Today, when I finally had the time to get back to it, I had lost my motivation and just sat there staring at all the stuff.
I have two big boxes of stuff to donate to a charity that will go to the trouble of picking it up at my front door. I need to sort through it all and itemize it and it's been waiting for months for me to get motivated to do it.
I have three years worth of photo books to pick pictures for, a year's worth of updates to our family website to sort, and more photos to sort and tag just to catch up. And yet I spend my "free" time while Owen naps doing puzzles online, catching up on blogs and making sure the DVR doesn't overflow. No motivation.
I have tons of possible crafts, thousands of square feet of house that are never all clean at the same time, technology that I would like to get caught up with and exercises to perform to keep gravity, bad genes and my love of chocolate at bay. And I have no excuses for the lack of motivation I feel, even towards things I enjoy.
How can I get it back?
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November 11, 2010
5.11: The girl's got options
Me: So do you like L?
K: Yeah, but he chases me.
Me: Do you think he chases you because he likes you?
K: No. He says he's going to marry me. But I'm going to marry C. Or maybe L.W. (Here she looked quite...coy.)
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November 10, 2010
5.10: PMS
Not me. Owen.
All day he's bounced between perfectly happy and the-world-is-out-to-get-me whiney. I didn't know it was possible for two year old BOYS to be hormonal.
I tried food, he took a nap, we went for a walk to watch a bulldozer push dirt.
Sob. Smile! Tantrum. Maniacal giggling.
This isn't a new condition for the kids that live here. Jamie comes home from school happy as a clam and within 10 minutes is chewing my head off like I stole her cookie. Katie will run off to school in the morning, excited for a new day and five minutes later her face crumples and there are silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Sometimes all it takes is a big hug to put her right back on the happy track.
In Owen's case, I assume his mercurial moods are a symptom of being two, but the girls are too young to really be at the mercy of hormones, drugs or teenage pressures. Some swings can be chalked up to transitions or hunger or tiredness, but try as I might, there are some days when I just can't find an excuse for them.
And those are the days that I pray that they're blowing it all out of their systems early, and puberty will be a breeze.
Right?
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WiW: Week 33
Weight: 147.0
Waist: 31
Hips: 37.5
Thigh: 23.5
I'm ashamed to even write this week.
I haven't run at all since the last update, and I'm not starting back up tonight. I went to all the trouble of buying cold weather clothes to run in, and then managed to get ANOTHER cold before I could wear them.
I'm starting to measure bigger, the scale is telling me I'm gaining, and I'm sure I'll barely be able to pant out two miles when I get back to it.
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November 9, 2010
5.9: Already running out of words
So I'll use some of Owen's.
I jotted a few Owenisms down a while ago, and never managed to copy them to something with a date attached. I'm sad to say, I haven't heard any of these words or phrases recently enough to remember.
"Hippopostomus," as in But not the Hippopostomus by Sandra Boynton.
"Armdildo," from the same piece of literature.
In the course of normal conversation, Owen was regularly throwing out bits that he must have gotten from his sisters, since the word "crap" doesn't appear in any of them. Proof that no one ever listens to me.
They aren't particularly funny in a tween, but rather hilarious from a two year old.
"Holy moly!"
"Not fair!"
"Oh, maaan!"
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November 8, 2010
5.8: Money suck
Something happened to me today.
It happened in Walmart, which really, is as good a place as any for an amnesic, out of body experience.
Here's the thing.
I went into the store to return some stuff, and an indeterminate amount of time later, I found myself out in the parking lot, pushing a cart containing $80 worth who knows what to my van.
Worse, of the three things on my list, they didn't have the biggest, most expensive item.
I don't know if they pipe some sinister kind of gas through the air ducts, or if there was something freaky in those free cookies Owen and I got from the bakery.
What I do know is that I don't think I can afford to go back.
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November 7, 2010
5.7: The Spice House
Do your kids eat new foods?
We live in a small town, but one that's growing like crazy. It seems like every month or so, a new restaurant opens. Most of them have been pretty benign: A Golden Chick, Country Burger, a host of fast food joints. But this month, a place with a little more ethnicity turned on its lights. An Indian place.
Don't get me wrong, I love American food and generic Americanized ethnic foods. But while I'm not particularly adventurous, I do like to try new things. So while I was nervous to dive into an entire restaurant of unexperienced flavors, I was also excited to try something new.
Naturally, I dragged the whole family along.
Pretty much the only thing on the whole buffet that was familiar to us was the plain rice and the naan bread, so I can't begin to describe how proud I am that my girls tasted a little bit of everything that we put on their plates. And even though there wasn't much that they liked (apparently, we went on the one day of the week that they serve foods from the spicier region of India) they were still willing to to dip their spoons into an odd looking dessert, which they actually loved.
For my part, I liked some of the flavors, although the level of heat on most of the dishes was too high for me. I'd like to go back on a day that they serve the less spicy dishes, although there was at least one dish on the buffet that I could make a meal of. And the two mango desserts I tried? Delicious, particularly the warm one.
Score one for variety!
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November 6, 2010
5.6: The Halloween picture
This was the only time all day that Owen actually wore his costume. After that, he was just a boy in boots begging for candy.
Otherwise, it was pretty much the perfect Halloween evening. Trick or Treating was completed for just the right amount of time from everyone's perspective, candy was consumed, kids were scared and the children went to bed at a reasonable time with minimal effort.
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November 5, 2010
5.5: Sick (and tired)
Three and a half weeks ago, I caught a cold.
It was the Energizer Bunny of colds, going on and on, as if completely unaware that colds are supposed to last only 7-10 days. Finally, at the beginning of this week, nearly three weeks in, it had faded to just a lingering (if annoying) cough.
This morning, I woke up stuffy. Throughout the day, my head has filled up until I feel like someone stuck a balloon up my nose and has been slowly inflating it all day.
I was really looking forward to not being sick. I was less looking forward to keeping up my running schedule, but even so, I had prepared myself to run in the cold tonight. I bought fitted running pants, for god's sake.
Just 6-9 more days, right?
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November 4, 2010
5.4: The I'm pooped edition
It's 9:00 and I just remembered that NaBloPoMo exists. I guess I'm not in the habit yet, huh?
I spent well over two hours today buying one of everything Target sells. Then Owen and I came home, had lunch and spent the next 6 hours at the school, passing out the items ordered for our fall fundraiser. A few years ago, all that wouldn't have phased me. Now I'm old, and I'm pooped.
Speaking of pooped, and being old and decrepitate, I have a question. When do you go to the doctor for a nagging pain? I mean, if it's a sharp pain, or a daily-life altering pain, then you go. And if it's a twinge that you barely notice, and it goes away after a week or so, you don't. But what it it's an irritation that makes you wince but doesn't keep you from your normal activities? And it's been that way for at least a few weeks, at least so long that you don't really remember when it started? And you can't really describe it, or really explain when or why it hurts or eases?
When you do cross over from hypochondriac and into a legitimate patient?
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November 3, 2010
WiW: Week 32
Weight: 145.6
Waist: 30
Hips: 37.5
Thigh: 23
The good news is, I finally got back to running after over a week and a half off for this stupid cold. And even though I had given myself permission to walk a minute or so in the middle of that first run, I didn't need to.
The bad news is that I only did 20 minutes on my second run back, when I had hoped to push it up a notch. I was going to start the training for a half at the end of January next week, but I'm not even up to where I should be to start the training, much less ready to do 4 miles. The hip pain that was mostly just an annoyance didn't get better with the time off, it actually seems to be worse. And instead of easing up as I get warm, it gets worse. I'm not sure if it's muscle pain, something damaged, or just being an old lady.
Also? It's cold out there! I need some better cold weather gear and a lot more resolve. It's easier to complete the run in the cold, but sooo much harder to get started!
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5.3: My whole day is a run-on
So I'm standing at the stove, eating apple crisp right out of the pan when I realize I need to get dinner started in the the crock pot. So I head to the laundry room to get the maple syrup out of the second fridge and automatically turn toward my laptop on the bar. I click refresh, remember I'm supposed to be starting dinner and head back to the laundry room, where I notice that the load I put in the washer a few hours ago is ready to be moved. But before I can move the wet stuff into the dryer, I have to take the dry load out. Then I move the wet stuff and turn out the light when I realize I haven't gotten the maple syrup yet. So I get the syrup, think "hey, this would be fun to write down" so I stop at the laptop and start typing.
Who wants to bet when I finish writing I forget the syrup on the bar and go back to eating apple crisp and completely forget about dinner until 30 minutes before we're supposed to eat?
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November 2, 2010
5.2: The best case for an iPhone
This post almost didn't happen tonight. Around 7, before the girls and I got home from gymnastics, the power went out. Around 8, the UPS's that should have allowed us to get on the internet on the laptops and wireless connection (which wasn't working, don't know why) gave out. At least the obnoxious beeping finally shut off. Rex put the kids to bed and then...
And then, what? No tv (and no DVR! Oh, noes!), no internet, no lights, no sound, no fridge or microwave or heat.
All right, well I scrounged around and found a couple lights and we can read. I really wanted to finish my book anyway, so I guess this isn't so bad. It's not like I had anything important to do tonight. Ah, shit. NaBloPoMo. Ok, I'll just pump out a quick Halloween post and then I can read.
Wait wait wait. Go back.
No internet?!?!
The laptop? No, no WiFi.
What about the iPod? Oh, wait, that requires WiFi.
Our phones? No, they're just phones.
Well, hell, it's day 2 and I'm already getting knocked out. Guess I'll read for a while and pray I the power comes on/I don't fall asleep before midnight.
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November 1, 2010
NaBloPoMo 5.1: And so it begins. Again.
I was going to post about Halloween tonight, but then I realized I could write a whole post about doing NaBloPoMo for the 5th year running. Considering my posting frequency over the last few months (damn you, facebook!) I figure I need to drag my topics out as much as possible.
So, yeah. Fifth year! Go me! You'd think, with as little as I've written lately, that I would just blow this month off. Instead, I've actually been looking forward to having an obligation to put words on, uh, screen. It's not that I don't have things to say, and it's not that I don't technically have time, I've just been to lazy to type when I could be staring blankly at the tv in the evenings. All the running in the past seven months has really cut into my useless-schlub-on-the-couch time. With any luck, the horror that is daily November posting will jump-start a writing habit that will carry me through the next year.
In any case, I like a challenge, and this still seems like a worthy one.
Write on!
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