Tisk-tisk

I received the following message from the library yesterday:

*** FIRST NOTICE ***

Autobiography of a face / 04 AUG 2005

I am just giddy with naughtiness!

Dear sweet and trusted friend

Erik,
Happy 35th Birthday my friend! My it be the best so far.

That’s exactly right little grasshopper

Choices

I signed-up to have my name placed in a lottery in the hopes of running the TC 10 mile run. And, I got in.

A year ago, my best friend and I were going to run this same race together. I was just coming off my third pregnancy and thought it would be a good way to get back into shape. She just wanted to do it. So, how fun to do it together.

However, a month or so later, my friend decided not to run the race. Instead, she chose to take up mountain biking and train for a vigorous forty mile bike race. That choice, along with a string of many others after it, altered our lives forever.

As I train for this race, I wonder…if she ran that race with me, instead of biking, would things be different? Would we still be friends? Would she still be married? Would everything that happened over the past year and a half happen anyway, just on a different timeline with different catalysts?

It is amazing the choices we make, the situations we put ourselves in, the things we say without even really thinking about them.

I wonder…knowing what she knows now, would she choose differently next time?

You’ll find out soon enough young Jedi

But mom…why does that underwear go in your butt?

The Blair Witch Project II

Breaking the rules

If you know me, you know I am the ultimate “rule girl”. I don’t like breaking the rules. Walking across the street when it says DON’T WALK, that’s out. Walking into a neighbor’s new construction project when no one is there, just to “check it out”, is totally out.

I like playing by the rules. I’m comfortable that way.

But, the damn public library has forced me to go against all that feels comfortable to me. And honestly, if this is the start of my downfall, the whole internet will know who is to blame. THE LIBRARY.

I am reading Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy and I went online to renew it. The two weeks I had it checked-out just has not been enough time. Once online, I was told that I can’t check it out again because there is a waiting list.

After my rage subsided, I set the book on the counter top to take back to the library in the morning. I realized I may never finish the book. I am not going to get back on the waiting list, I have already waited. I am not going to buy it, I’m almost done. I will just take it back and try to picture my own ending.

When I awoke in the morning I had a realization. I can keep the book. I can keep it past the due date and finish it. Yes, I said PAST THE DUE DATE. I know, it gives me the chills too, so against the rules.

I may have to pay 30 cents to those bastards, but I will keep it past what my little white ticket says I can, and I will feel good about it!

Rorschach

The kids and I often look at the clouds and tell each other what we think we see in them, a horse, a dragon, an ice cream cone. For the last two days PJ has been telling me what her poop looks like.
Day 1: a big finger
Day 2: a club

Hmmm, what long straight object is in store for tomorrow?

Mmmmm

As I was hang’n out in the front yard, watching the kids on the slip n’ slid, my neighbors came over with their two kids, their bathing suits and a few rum and Frescas.

Now, I typically don’t drink rum and I don’t think I have ever drunk a Fresca, but SWEET SANTA ON A SLEIGH RIDE, I’ll haves me another!

Just in case you too needed clarification…

Hairshirt: A garment of rough cloth made from goats’ hair and worn in the form of a shirt or as a girdle around the loins, by way of mortification and penance. To find out more than you ever wanted to know about the hairshirt, click here.

PJ’s Princess tap-taps:

Little gold shoes that make PJ feel good inside and put almost every outfit she owns right over the top.