I managed by some small miracle to drag my behind out of bed this morning at 4:45 after a few short hours of sleep...ok 5.5 hours to be exact. I met my friend and we went for a 4 mile run before work, kids, school took over our attention. As we neared the end of our run I said goodbye to my friend and she headed towards her house, I changed course to head towards mine. Five minutes down the road I saw a couple of figures, what looked like dogs. I suddenly became very worried because they were not behind a fence and there were no owners around...and I have had dogs chase me when I run, not pleasant. As I approached I quickly realized that they were not dogs at all but rather deer! I have never seen deer in our city and really do consider ourselves to live in the "city". I was pleasantly surprised and not sure how to handle the situation. Growing up in Canada we have "beware of deer" and "beware of moose" signs along many major highways and roads. I know of the damage they can do to cars for example but what about humans? These deer were only 2 feet away from me, it was quite a treat.
OHHHH DEAR!... This weekend I am going to Oregon to run in a 195 mile relay race. Our team theme is "running time machine" and we are supposed to dress up in 80's retro fashion. I ordered a pair of hot pink leopard printed biking shorts online. Only when I got them they were not as long as biking shorts but more like hot pants! Eeek! I asked Hubby if I could get away with wearing them to which he replied "I think so especially if you wear a long-ish shirt". Hmmmm....that didn't leave me feeling too confident. I must say that on my relay team I am the 2nd oldest and am older than most of my teammates by over a decade! Not to mention that my teammates don't have kids let alone four! Something special happens to your body as you age and particularly after you have kids. Let's just say that everything tends to migrate south! I decided that I should take a run (in the dark of course, don't want to scare people) before my relay to see if the hot pink leopard print hot pants had any redeeming qualities. I put them on this morning and as I bent down to tie my shoes I distinctly heard my inner voice scream at me "OHHHH DEAR, YOU JUST CAN'T PULL THOSE OFF". So off they came and me and my bruised ego donned a fluorescent yellow pair instead. And am I the only one that constantly has one side of my shorts that rides up or do I have one butt cheek bigger than the other? Guess I should have Hubby answer that question for me after I've healed from the last diplomatic zinger.
Oh dear!...yesterday S-dog was upstairs and I called him downstairs so that Biel could concentrate on his homework (S-dog was distracting him). S-dog thought I wanted him to come downstairs and do homework so he called back "Mom I already done my homework" in an exasperated tone (as if 3 year olds even have homework!). I told him that I simply needed him to come downstairs...he replied "Alright! Silly dummy!..." and started stomping down the stairs. I was so shocked to be spoken to in this fashion I literally gasped. Hubby heard my gasp and said "was he talking to you?", I affirmed his fear and Hubby flew up the stairs to reprimand and rebuke. Less than 5 minutes later I had a tear stained little S-dog at my side apologizing amidst sobs of regret and demanding validating hugs. I am grateful for a husband that defends me and teaches our boys how to honor their mother...but they are definitely still in training!
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