The flags are flying high for me

Hi, my name is Mary.
I’m a birthday -aholic.
Today I am celebrating my 37th birthday.

And loving every second of the adoration.

The little BIG victories

On our first family visit to meet my dad’s new oncologist back in March, everyone was nervous to find out exactly what he was going to be facing in the upcoming months. With a PSA of 2700 and a bone scan that made most of his bones look like they could break at any moment, it felt dyer.

Four months, several hormone and bone strengthening treatments later, his PSA level is back in the normal range at a whopping 3.9. His oncologist almost fell out of her chair with excitement.

If you know my dad at all, you know he is a man of great faith. He also is and a man of great humor. And back on that first day with the oncologist, when the air in the doctors office was so heavy it was hard to breath, he looked at all of us and said, “I look IT in the face everyday and I say…FUCK YOU DEATH!”

And with that said, all we could do was laugh.

A stitch in summer time

As of late, I find myself with no time to blog. No time to string together a story. No time to sit and just think.

It’s ok. The things that make my life busy are what they are. They are my choice. Not that I wouldn’t like to scrape out a little more time, but it’s just not there.

The newest addition to the mayhem…my kids are ALL here. All of them. And this week, the week before CT starts summer school, it feels more important to run wild, eat crunch dipped ice cream cones, stay at the pool way too long and stay up way to late.

My hope is for us to find a great summer rhythm. Some sort of beat that works for us all. That helps us work together and enjoy the beauty of each other and the short lived but most delicious weather this time of year has to offer.

Welcome summer, we’ve been waiting for you.

Happy 69th Mom!

Steele Blue

So here’s the deal

That three year old I own, he’s trouble. So much trouble in fact that I might sell him to the gypsies. The one drawback…since he has brown eyes he won’t fetch as much as the blue eyed ones, but I guess that’s ok.

This child has complete disregard for what you say to him. Completely follows his own path whenever and to wherever he damn well pleases. Hits when he is dissed. Sings waaaay too loudly at the table while dinning. Wears long pants and his favorite long sleeved red shirt that he refers to as “my red shirt with something on it” (that “something” is buttons) in 80 degree weather. And then to top it off, he has started calling people Mr. Pots when he is angry because he has been told (and listened once) he can’t call people Stinky Pot Pies anymore.

The ax is dropping little one you best hang on to your hat and then fall in line.

First, first

My goal: 1 hour, 20 minutes
My actual time: 1 hour, 16 minutes and 35 seconds

And a first place medal in my age group to boot.

1st triathlon of the season

Today kicks off the first race of the season for me. I’ve done many of the things the experts tell you not to: re-fit your bike the day before a race, introduce new foods the day of the race and wear new clothing that you have never worn before (in my case a wet suit for the 68 degree water).

I’m either extremely stupid, just don’t care or will kick some serious ass. I’ll let you know how it all pans out.

Famous among a handful

Dack is kicking off a new men’s weblog called Magnificent Bastard in a few days.

Does that guy in the photo look at all familiar to you?

Sunning turtle