Thursday, June 27, 2013

So, roadtrips. Super fun, right?

I've just eaten my weight in skittles and we've only been in the car for a couple of hours. 

My sister in law is a runner. This weekend she's running a race called The Western States 100. 

It's 100 miles long. 

Some people are just show offs.

(I'm totally kidding. Both my sister in law and my brother are amazing. I can't even imagine having mental and physical strength they have.)

Anywho, my brother (the beard comber) and I (and my 14 year old son) are driving up to Lake Tahoe to offer support. 

I imagine this involves standing by the road yelling "good job!" over and over, however I've been told there's more to it. Stuff like handing her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and using scalpels to remove blistered skin from her feet. I totally plan to say "good job!" to the person who uses the scalpel, because cutting someone you love with a knife, while they're awake, takes almost as much guts as choosing to run 100 miles.

This morning my sister in law sent me a text saying they had just been to visit a memorial to The Donner Party. At first I thought it was kind of a downer tourist attraction, but I suppose if you are about to use your feet to go 100 miles, maybe a tribute to some people who tried to walk across the country is sort of appropriate. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

I got up early and read the news for you. Here are today's highlights. You're welcome.

Oh, hi.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Wow! Posting two days in a row, what the heck?"

I'll tell you what the heck. I woke up at 3:30 this morning and could not go back to sleep. I tried. Really really tried. Until about 4:45 when tiny bits of morning starting showing up around the edges of the blinds, then I knew it was hopeless. Once the sun is up there's no chance I'm going back to sleep. I'd like to, sure. But my body/brain just doesn't work like that.

So now I'm up.

And I've read ALL of the news the Internet has to offer. And then some. And watched a video of a giant snake opening a door, thus ensuring I may never sleep again. THANKS A LOT INTERNET!!!

Here's a timely article about how not getting enough sleep can RUIN you. 

And an analysis of the ever intriguing Bob Benson. I'm still hoping there's more to this mystery than just the complete creation of a new life from thin air, especially since that's ALREADY BEEN DONE MAD MEN! Any guesses?

There are about 10 million stories about Kim & Kanye and their new baby, but I'm not linking to those. I refuse. My standards are low, but they do exist.

You guys! The Dogington Post!! News about dogs!! I think this is real, as in not supposed to be funny.

Ok, that's it. Gotta go make hay or donuts or some dumb early to rise saying.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

We have lots going on, but none of it is very exciting.

This is going to be quick because I am oh so busy. Good busy, but still, ugh, soo soooo busy. Really, I'm writing this morning for my own record and so my mother knows we're still alive. The rest of you may be bored to tears, I won't be offended if you back away quietly looking for excitement elsewhere.

Swim team has started for Ivy. I think this is my favorite year ever. We struck a deal that she would go to practice but she didn't have to attend any of the meets and I have to say it's a win-win. She swims laps for an hour every morning and we don't have to sit in the heat dripping with sweat once a week to watch a one minute race.

Eli is volunteering at the pool as a jr. lifeguard, which he LOVES. He comes home everyday with stories of little scamps who break the rules and ignore his whistle. I just laugh and think to myself, "Karma. It bites."

Nate finally got his drivers license a couple of weeks ago (it's a long story whose main character is a boy named Stubborn). He's reached that lovely post graduation stage of omniscience I have enjoyed so much with each of our children. When he's not working at the water park, he's just hanging out reminding us over and over that he's 18 now and we "don't need to tell him EVERYTHING!".

Last night, desperate for something to watch on TV, I started watching the West Wing from the beginning. I missed it the first time around. Don't tell me how it ends. I like surprises.

That's it. I'll try to get myself in some kind of I Love Lucy mess soon so I have something good to write about.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Not quite The Electric Company, but close

Last night I was trying to study for my psychology test and I thought, to myself...."there should be something like Sesame Street for adults where Roger Sterling sings songs about neurotransmitters."  Because, seriously, that would be soooo helpful.

Then, because I never get distracted, I went to youtube and searched for neurotransmitter songs, and lo, there were songs a plenty about the brain.

Behold the power of youtube ~

The internet is an amazing informative time sucking machine.

Monday, June 3, 2013

I have delicate sensibilities.

I'm like that girl from the story with the princess and the pea. You know, the princess. I need my sleeping conditions to be just so.

Several years ago my husband and I found "sheets of a higher thread count" and became sleep snobs. I'm really not one of those people who's all about luxury. Most of the time I think stuff like that is silly, but soft sheets......ahhhh.  The first time we bought really nice sheets I was in awe of the fact that there were was something out there with the smoothness of satin without the shiny bachelor pad side effects. (It takes so very little to impress me.) Since then we've been loyal 300 count or above club members, but sheets, especially for king sized beds are expensive. I'm not that picky about matchiness, I just need them to be soft, so I try to find them on sale.

A few weeks ago there was a set on clearance at Target and I bought them, even though I couldn't find the thread count anywhere on the package. I figured they were from the Nate Burkus line, and a friend of Oprah's must also be a friend of soft sheets. Right? Sadly y'all, it is not so. I put them on for the first time yesterday and last night when I slid into my bed I felt like I was sliding into sandpaper. A super fine grit, mind you, but sandpaper nonetheless.

I hate to take them back, I don't have the package and they've been washed already, but I know I'm not going to use them, unless there's some kind of sheet emergency, which I really don't foresee. Besides I'd feel like a dope. Or Lovey Howell. "I'm so sorry, but these sheets are not nearly smooth enough for my nocturnal needs. Please return them to the manufacturer with my regards." 

I guess I'm stuck with them, but I want you all to know, I'm not happy about it.

What's that thing people say........first world problems? Yeh. That's me.