Rediscovering A Useless Skill I Didn't Know I Still Had

Liv was inconsolable this afternoon, so upset because she hasn't yet learned to do a cartwheel at the ripe old age of 4. I assured her that most 4 year olds can't do this (and secretly hoped I was right about this). Still, we trekked to the backyard for a lesson. The only problem: how do you explain how to do a cartwheel when there is no one around that can do one? So, I tried and tried to explain, tried to hold her while I explained, tried to just make her body move through the motions. Nothing, not even close. So, finally, I sucked up my pride and tucked in my shirt to demonstrate that even I can't do a cartwheel. Haven't even tried in probably 15 years. Skip, Hop, Over, Land on my feet. OH MY GOD! I can still do a cartwheel! Who would've thought? So, of course, after that, I had to cover the yard in cartwheels. Standing-still-slow cartwheels, running-fast cartwheels, jump-up-in-the-air-before-crashing into a clumsy cartwheel. Fun, Fun Saturday afternoon silliness. It wasn't pretty but it was awesomely awesome. Next weekend...Roundoffs...

How A Friday Becomes Much Better Than A Thursday

Start with a good night sleep and a day of no headache. Be convinced and happy to run 2 miles in a light rain. Get next week's errands done in advance. Catch up on mindless TV. Find out your husband is coming home for the weekend when you were thinking he'd be gone until next Friday night. Have a icy Pepsi with lunch and look forward to dinner out and an evening playing poker. The perfect weekend streak looks like it may be on its way to continuing...Thank you, thank you, thank you. That is what I needed.

Google Is My New Best Friend

Dear Google,
I love you. I want to marry you and have your babies. Thank you for making my day a tiny bit better. Because of your expertise (and a lot of experimentation on my part) my computer is now working beautifully. And that means a lot.

Not Exactly The Kind Of Day I Had Hoped For

Warning: The following is an irrational rant. You may want to cover your eyes until the ride comes to a full and complete stop.

What a stupid, stupid day so far. It's been a long time since I've been frustrated almost to the point of tears. But, today, it was a very close call. I somehow held it together and didn't throw things or break anything or even raise my voice above a normal level. So, now I have this huge weight sitting on my chest struggling to jump off and go crazy while I'm pretending that I'm not the "Crazy Lady." It's gotta get better by evening, right? So what if my computer is so screwy that I can't do important things like banking or watch "Dirty, Sexy Money." So what if the first words out of my daughter's mouth when I picked her up from school were "You're making me very angry." So what if I've had a migraine for 3 days in a row. So what if I'm tired of playing this role I've been thrust into for the past 10 months. I realize I ask for too much. It's not going to stop me from asking.

Biggest Disappointment Of The Morning

I just realized it's Wednesday, not Thursday like I'd thought. Although it's an endless week, I really had hoped I was a bit farther along in the endlessness of it all. Surely, tomorrow will really be Thursday, right? Right?

And, in other news, I can't get that Old Navy song outta my head. I don't know if it's because the air is a little crisp this morning or if it's because the chick that sings it is coming to town tonight but I just can't shake it...

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.

Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

'Cause I love the way you call me baby.

And you take me the way I am.

Finally, I Have Finished What I Started

This evening I happily closed the cover on Les Miserables for the last time. I was given two copies of this book by two separate people who told me that it was the greatest book of all time. Well, after 1463 endless pages, I can tell you that it was the most boring book I've ever read. The story, which I enjoyed, could have fit into 200 pages. The history and rhetoric? Mind numbing. It could drive a person insane (or at least to drink). Thank God it's over.

Remind Me Of The Definition Of Insanity One More Time

I thought today might be the day. For about 5 seconds this morning I actually thought that 11:11 might be returning to me. Perhaps my sincerity (or at least my persistence) had finally been enough to win it back again. But, alas, that small 5-second-bubble was burst soon enough and then, crushingly, I remembered that I never completed a pilgrimage to the clock yesterday at the right time.

Speaking Of Procrastination

I'm slowly realizing how far behind I've let myself fall in the past couple of months. Blaming the lazy days of summer is no longer an excuse; time to get back on track. Here's where I want to complain about my lack of help but I'll suck it up and get on with it :)

Another Almost Perfectly Perfect Weekend

One more and I'm going to call it a streak. Is it the endless margaritas? The beautiful weather? The return of good timing? Maybe I shouldn't question, just enjoy.