If you have ever wondered what that guy who pretends to be a statue does when it’s raining… the answer is, he hangs out under an awning and plays words with friends. Tag name: creepy_statue1982
Funniest email I’ve received all day, from Netflix. Yes, Netflix, Lassie arrived safe and sound. A day later than I was expecting, but thanks for checking.
The librarians at the branch library near our house keep renewing the Darth Vader chapter book that Jack picked out one day. At night when I was reading to him, he would get bored after about half a page, but for some unknown reason, I would secretly consider reading the rest of the book on my own time. But I didn’t, and when it was time to return the library books, I gathered it up along with everything else. So I was surprised to see it in the basement 5 minutes later, in Jack’s secret hideout. I thought to myself, I need to do something with that book right this instant or it will end up getting lost. Long story short, I keep trying to just pay the library for the damn thing and they keep renewing it and telling me to keep looking. I have looked everywhere.
While this has been going on, I have been reading a book about Mary Magdalene. It isn’t really my style, it reads more like a lecture, with a lot of the authors voice piping in with “I’ll address that in the next chapter” type of comments. And I don’t read a lot of scholarly biblical studies (or any) so there were a lot of concepts that I really sort of glossed over. But the premise of the book was really fascinating, and it presented another way of looking at a lot of Jesus’ teachings that made a lot more sense to me then the way they seem to be presented by mainstream Christianity. It really made sense, except for all the parts that didn’t make any sense at all. When I wasn’t reading it, I would think I should just return it and read something easier, and more my style. But when I was reading it, I couldn’t stop. Soon I was close to the end, and I decided to finish it. Sadly, at some point in time over our trip to Breckenridge, Dave’s* coffee was spilled all over it. I took it into the library to see what to do about it, since the coffee is just sort of on the edge of the pages, and I knew there were a ton of people on the wait list to read this after me. Long story short, I now own it. And I still have yet to settle the score on the Darth Vader book!
I was going to offer it up as the prize for the comment contest, but then I realized I am trying to encourage, rather than discourage comments. Maybe it will be a consolation prize. Who knows!
Have you ever had to buy a library book?
* I don’t blame Dave for the spilled coffee, I just had to mention that it was his coffee because I never put down my coffee until the mug is empty. Camping and library books do not mix, and I told the librarian that for my next vacation I was going to Amazon. She looked impressed until I added the “dot com. I’ll go to amazon.com and buy a book first so I don’t ruin another library book.”)
It has to be really really hot for me to swim, and as you might be able to tell from Luke’s picture here, it was only 85. I need about 110 to get in the Eldorado Springs Pool, because the water isn’t very warm, and you freeze when you get out into the dry air. But I took some cool pictures from my spot on the side.
Did I get that awful song in your head? Sorry. It just came to me when I started thinking about how the boys are back in town. (Towwo-ahoawn.) And now I am going to use it as an excuse not to write anything else because I can’t get that song out of my head.
Dave did the firecracker 50 yesterday, which is a 50 mile mountain bike race in Breckenridge. As I was telling my friend Laura today, marathon bike races like that are extremely exhausting. It involves a lot of preparation, training, planning, logistics, and then all the hard work on the day of the race. For example, this race was two 25 mile laps, and I had to walk back and forth from our home base to the mid-point/finish line at least 5 or 6 times. Sometimes with Jack and Lucy, sometimes with just Jack, sometimes by myself. Our home base was the van, which was parked in the driveway of an awesome rental our friends had for the weekend, and it couldn’t have been more convenient, but still. It took a lot of out me.
Dave finished in an impressive 5 hours and 31 minutes, and said the race was a lot more technically challenging than the Bailey Hundo, but that he had a good time. His pre-race breakfast of champions (bowl of oatmeal, and 4 donuts) worked like a charm again, but his electrolyte supplement (bag of salted peanuts) didn’t work out that well. He did a shot of Wild Turkey at the Wild Turkey aid station, and was extremely excited to see Luke working at aid station towards the end, handing out Cokes.
I used to get sort of caught up in the excitement of the various races that Dave does and start to think that I might like to do something like that. But then I was sitting with my friend Tami between Dave’s first and second lap, and we were reading magazines, and watching the kids play in the hot tub, and that seemed like a lot more fun. Also fun? Shopping for jewelry at one of the race vendor stands with my friend Laura. I did go for a ride the day before with the ladies, and that was fun too, although it would be more fun if I was in better shape. And if my adorable biking skirt wasn’t so tight. So I made a multi-step training plan.
1.) Buy a bigger biking skirt
2.) Enjoy biking more, thus, bike more
3.) Possibly fit back into smaller skirt.
4.) Put feet up and read more magazines.
So I get to shop, and train for my post ride magazine reading. Sounds perfect.
That word was on my mind a few weeks ago when I was composing a blog title about my latest injury. We spent the weekend in a cabin, and the boys and I were Dave’s support crew for the Bailey Hundo, a 100 mile mountain bike race. After the race, Dave ate, and hydrated, and we all headed back to the cabin for quiet time, and then we hit the playground. For reason’s unknown to me at this time (dummening relapse, perhaps?) I raced Luke around a building, in heels, while carrying Jack on my hip. Long story short I lost my balance and tore my glute. So Mr. 100-mile-bike-racer-fathers-day-celebrator was treated to a great deal of whining (I need ice! Water! I need to hydrate! I thought we were going out to dinner?! I need a butt massage! Wait, no I don’t! The PAIN, my God, THE PAIN!) instead of plan A. Plan A was all about Dave.
And why Netherland? Well, because prior to my injury, I was reading a stack of magazines from the cabin and in Family Circle, I read a list of summer reads. One person recommended Netherland, because President Obama had just read it. How does he have time to read? And why Netherland? With his job, he should be reading Bossypants. Netherland was too angsty and full of ennui. I just had to look up both those words, and I was right about what they meant! On the Boulder Book Store page it says, “Fascinating…. A wonderful book.” —President Obama, interviewed by Jon Meacham in Newsweek (May 25, 2009 issue) Just how old was that Family Circle Magazine anyway? And those are some pretty boring adjectives, no offense President Obama.
When I got my new iphone, my favorite thing about it was my new system of electronic lists. Instead of reading a book recommendation in a magazine, and trying to remember the book, or folding the corner of the page down, or writing it in my planner, or ordering it immediately from the library, only to have 10 books arrive the same day, I add it to my iphone book list. Simple. Simple, but I can still screw it up. I may have already blogged about this, and the importance of spelling the title correctly. I still can’t believe I would have read a review of The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence and then chosen to read it. I think I also need to start adding in the name of the person who recommended it. Then I can thank or shun them later as appropriate. And, I’d like to avoid the sinking feeling I get when I start wondering if I am reading a book recommended by Yoko Ono on O magazine.
Care to be thanked or shunned? Leave a summer book recommendation in the comments
Jack yelled “I WANT TO BE IN CHARGE OF THE CAKE!” during a fit yesterday. I took a moment to savor the fact that I have reached the stage of my life where I am in charge of the cake. It’s a good place to be. Except when 3 year olds are freaking out about it. But even then, life is good.
I shared the story with a co-worker and he reminded me of this gem, The God of Cake.
Dave’s birthday cake was The Strawberry Margarita Cake from Kim and Jakes. It was either incredibly moist, or slightly undercooked. (Dave votes for undercooked and he let me eat the last piece, so…) The jury is still out, but didn’t concern ourselves with details. It was very pretty, a little too bitter for me the first day, but it tasted better as the days went on. Odd that it lasted so many days, I guess.
Lest you think my beach pictures paint a less than rosy picture due to my hipstamatic filter (Laura), I give you the above, undoctored photo. The sea was angry that day, my friends, etc.
But here is some exciting news! I was planning to get back into blogging this month in honor of the Fourth Annual July Commenting month. And what better way to generate comments, than to post everyday? And the NaBloPoMo theme for July is “swim”. Day 1, done. And the prize for the best title to yesterday’s picture is that I will work the winner into a short story that I post one day this month. Then I will submit that post to Blogher and possibly get featured there, and paid $50, and become famous.
Perfect storm people, perfect storm.
Details:
Comment on yesterday’s post with a title for the picture. If you win, I’ll dedicate my horror movie style short story/post to you. (Winner chosen not at all randomly by me.)
July Commenting Month: For every comment during the month of July, you get one entry in the comment contest. The name is drawn out of a hat, by Luke. Past winners have won a book store gift certificate, a coffee mug, and chocolate. I usually buy the prize on my vacation, so it is still TBD.
Welcome to July!