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threadwalkerMy brain is full to the brim.
1. The things they say... and here "they" = kids and hubby. While entering the cemetary, F says, "Wow. We could never live here. Zombie central!"
Super N gets excited because he and his 8yr old cohorts play zombies vs humans at school and he's very interested in the whole "defeating zombies" thing. So he pipes up with, "Yeah, it's totally zombie central!"
I glare at F while saying, "Super N! If you say anything about zombies again after we get out of this car, I will blame(!) your father!"
F, "uh, yeah. Hey Super N, no more zombie talk, okay?" while giving me the "who? me?" look.
2. The day of the service was Miss E's actual birthday. I had this plan to lie to her about the date of her birthday. I was foiled by Miss E, who already knew. So at the reception she piped up with, "I'm 6 today. Are we going to celebrate my birthday and have cake?" The older great auntie who planned the service looked horrified. Miss E walked away with a pocket full of cash from all the relatives who suddenly felt like they ought to have known about it and were feeling bad. I tried to stop them, too. No way was I okay with Miss E turning pirate and guilting these people out of their bridge toll, but everyone was insistent and snuck it to her when I turned my back. That was weird for me.
And for the record, we are having cake tonight with a gift and a kiddie party next Saturday with a pack of kids. Plus Miss E didn't seem scarred or damaged by the fact that the great grandma she was named after had a funeral on Miss E's birthday, so it's all win.
3. Our drive to and from Clackamas, just outside of Portlandm was our longest road trip with the kids. For the record, it was 11+ hrs each way with the kids in the car during which they were awake almost the entire time. And for the record, they were amazingly good. I only considered giving them away a few times.
4. Oregon is beautiful. I couldn't seem to pick out a single mountain peak or valley for my dream home - I want it all.
5. I ran for an hour on Friday (in Clackamas, OR). It was 50F out and my breath steamed. Talk about a derrent to getting out of bed! I only had a t-shirt and shorts - no running pants. But the trick is to stop thinking, just do it. It hurt at first, but after the joints and feet got warmed and lubbed which takes about 10 minutes, it felt great. Nice long rolling hills and my i-shuffle w/ AC/DC, aerosmith, van halen, etc. I had no wrist watch so the girl in the lobby at Days Inn was keeping my time for me. It didn't feel like an hour, so hawt dam! I think I've got my groove back.
6. Funerals suck. There is such a thing as too little time with loved ones and too much time with the rest. I failed my "Stepford" wife roll at the end of the day. It was about 5pm and we were starting to talk about leaving. The wives wanted to know if I wanted to make up a plate of food for my husband for later that night. I delivered a smile and said, "No thank you. If he wants food later tonight, he can walk in here on his own feet and prepare it with his own hands." Everyone froze and I just kept smiling. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut... And I'd been doing so well up to that moment at blending in. Shite! Oh well. They are never going to see me again so I don't really care.
7. Trying to finish my gambeseon so I can go to a (private, non-SCA) practice on Wednesday. And started a 12th night outfit I was going to make YEARS ago when Trish and Thorfinn were stepping down. (The winter theme one). I love using my own stash.
8. I cover for my boss next week. Yay! I own it - I love to be in charge.
9. Ran into someone from my past at Crown. That person was central to a bad chapter in my life and an example of how being silent can be just as hurtful as speaking out. I am THRILLED that I had my big-gurl pants on without even checking for them. Go me. (See, I can be an adult!)
1. The things they say... and here "they" = kids and hubby. While entering the cemetary, F says, "Wow. We could never live here. Zombie central!"
Super N gets excited because he and his 8yr old cohorts play zombies vs humans at school and he's very interested in the whole "defeating zombies" thing. So he pipes up with, "Yeah, it's totally zombie central!"
I glare at F while saying, "Super N! If you say anything about zombies again after we get out of this car, I will blame(!) your father!"
F, "uh, yeah. Hey Super N, no more zombie talk, okay?" while giving me the "who? me?" look.
2. The day of the service was Miss E's actual birthday. I had this plan to lie to her about the date of her birthday. I was foiled by Miss E, who already knew. So at the reception she piped up with, "I'm 6 today. Are we going to celebrate my birthday and have cake?" The older great auntie who planned the service looked horrified. Miss E walked away with a pocket full of cash from all the relatives who suddenly felt like they ought to have known about it and were feeling bad. I tried to stop them, too. No way was I okay with Miss E turning pirate and guilting these people out of their bridge toll, but everyone was insistent and snuck it to her when I turned my back. That was weird for me.
And for the record, we are having cake tonight with a gift and a kiddie party next Saturday with a pack of kids. Plus Miss E didn't seem scarred or damaged by the fact that the great grandma she was named after had a funeral on Miss E's birthday, so it's all win.
3. Our drive to and from Clackamas, just outside of Portlandm was our longest road trip with the kids. For the record, it was 11+ hrs each way with the kids in the car during which they were awake almost the entire time. And for the record, they were amazingly good. I only considered giving them away a few times.
4. Oregon is beautiful. I couldn't seem to pick out a single mountain peak or valley for my dream home - I want it all.
5. I ran for an hour on Friday (in Clackamas, OR). It was 50F out and my breath steamed. Talk about a derrent to getting out of bed! I only had a t-shirt and shorts - no running pants. But the trick is to stop thinking, just do it. It hurt at first, but after the joints and feet got warmed and lubbed which takes about 10 minutes, it felt great. Nice long rolling hills and my i-shuffle w/ AC/DC, aerosmith, van halen, etc. I had no wrist watch so the girl in the lobby at Days Inn was keeping my time for me. It didn't feel like an hour, so hawt dam! I think I've got my groove back.
6. Funerals suck. There is such a thing as too little time with loved ones and too much time with the rest. I failed my "Stepford" wife roll at the end of the day. It was about 5pm and we were starting to talk about leaving. The wives wanted to know if I wanted to make up a plate of food for my husband for later that night. I delivered a smile and said, "No thank you. If he wants food later tonight, he can walk in here on his own feet and prepare it with his own hands." Everyone froze and I just kept smiling. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut... And I'd been doing so well up to that moment at blending in. Shite! Oh well. They are never going to see me again so I don't really care.
7. Trying to finish my gambeseon so I can go to a (private, non-SCA) practice on Wednesday. And started a 12th night outfit I was going to make YEARS ago when Trish and Thorfinn were stepping down. (The winter theme one). I love using my own stash.
8. I cover for my boss next week. Yay! I own it - I love to be in charge.
9. Ran into someone from my past at Crown. That person was central to a bad chapter in my life and an example of how being silent can be just as hurtful as speaking out. I am THRILLED that I had my big-gurl pants on without even checking for them. Go me. (See, I can be an adult!)
