The reason I breathe is you

Tired…irritable. Mama of small children, who are no longer sick. And don’t understand that ‘please be quieter’ is not really a request today.

Daze like these, where I try to remember that it is the small things, that are important.

um, go fish.

Like games of Go Fish.

not very secretive

And more importantly that it is how you handle the small things, that they will remember.

Which is why we just sliced all the thanksgiving cards open with a knife after someone helpfully licked them all shut, before we signed them…or maybe we just mailed them blank….

*Hit me baby one more time:cover by Travis (I particularly like the laughing on this track)

Internet Junkie

luigi Our internet is down. I repeat our internet is do wn. Which is why I had to (had to) drag my twenty month old into town to the only (the only!) coffeeshop in town that has wireless. Yeah we have three Starbucks here (THREE) and not one of them have wireless how is that possible?? I don’t drink coffee so it doesn’t really bother me however, I am an internet junkie so not having wireless at home DOES BOTHER ME!!

So anyway my poor child forced to suffer through mama’s blog surfing and email checking. The problem? apparently the router died sometime Tuesday when I was trying to print out notes. Of course it did. Scott went ahead and ordered a new router which could be here tomorrow or next year. Whichever. I’m cool.

What have I been doing with all this down time? Well crafting, visiting with friends and watching too much of the first season of LOST. Way too much. I’m having nightmares too much.

Here is my latest project for my Quilting Gift Exchange. This year we made placemats. It’s due at the end of the month ….

partridge in a pear tree

and look! I already have one done!! Get nuts. (It’s a partridge in a pear tree!)

Stop, my stomach. I want to get off

While Mr. Moo seems to have made a comeback, three out of four adults surrounding him are down for the count. I was up all night on the verge of vomit….and Grandpa spent th e morning watch the little Mister as Grandma, Daddy and Mama tried to sleep it off.

Uh half Marathon one week away and can barely stand in the kitchen long enough to make some peanut butter crackers for Mr. Moo (who is thankfully eating again) the smell of which send me running for a basin. Grumble, grumble, grumble.

Training log, week of: March 27-April 2nd 2005
Monday – 3.5miles
Tuesday- 3.5 walk
Wednesday -sick
Thursday- sick
Friday -3.5 mile run
Saturday-stetch and strength
Sunday-riding the stomach bile roller coaster

total for week=10.5

Help.