Use the Force
It's late.
And by late I mean early.
I'm not sleeping.
And I've taken my sleeping medicine.
*sigh*
Anyway...we played outside in the snow for a bit today...like an actual family with actual play time...
I sensed a great disturbance in the force.
And then....whishoo *or what it sounds like when lightsabres are activated*
Ginny Grace was given an 'Icesabre' by her Jedi master Obi-Mama, and protected us all from the 'dark side' or what passed for the darkside in our backyard...to tell the truth there wasn't a lot of 'dark side' back there. Maybe a couple of ill-tempered squirrels and a chipmunk with a poor disposition...but that's about all the evil that can be conjured up back there.
Anyway, she protected us. She thrust her Icesabre about the air like a fine young padawan learner. I was so proud of the way she grasped that Icesabre firmly in her hands and wouldn't let it go...until we realized her mitts were stuck to it and she couldn't let it go if she had wanted to...
But that's not the point!!
I forgot what was...
Couple of shout outs-
to Ange a big congratulations for reaching her 75 mile goal for the month. Actually when I last checked she was a half a mile OVER her goal...of course that last half mile was probably on her face after she collapsed on the treadmill and got stuck there...but she's a real trooper that one.
to Sarah who is in the home stretch of baby number two...all our toes and fingers are crossed for a good landing for the wee new bit.
I feel sheepish saying this after one tough chick ran 75 miles in a month and another is about to give birth...but damn I be tired.
goodnight
And by late I mean early.
I'm not sleeping.
And I've taken my sleeping medicine.
*sigh*
Anyway...we played outside in the snow for a bit today...like an actual family with actual play time...
I sensed a great disturbance in the force.
And then....whishoo *or what it sounds like when lightsabres are activated*
Ginny Grace was given an 'Icesabre' by her Jedi master Obi-Mama, and protected us all from the 'dark side' or what passed for the darkside in our backyard...to tell the truth there wasn't a lot of 'dark side' back there. Maybe a couple of ill-tempered squirrels and a chipmunk with a poor disposition...but that's about all the evil that can be conjured up back there.
Anyway, she protected us. She thrust her Icesabre about the air like a fine young padawan learner. I was so proud of the way she grasped that Icesabre firmly in her hands and wouldn't let it go...until we realized her mitts were stuck to it and she couldn't let it go if she had wanted to...
But that's not the point!!
I forgot what was...
Couple of shout outs-
to Ange a big congratulations for reaching her 75 mile goal for the month. Actually when I last checked she was a half a mile OVER her goal...of course that last half mile was probably on her face after she collapsed on the treadmill and got stuck there...but she's a real trooper that one.
to Sarah who is in the home stretch of baby number two...all our toes and fingers are crossed for a good landing for the wee new bit.
I feel sheepish saying this after one tough chick ran 75 miles in a month and another is about to give birth...but damn I be tired.
goodnight
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4 Comments:
I'm also blog fairying with a mouth stuffed with gauze.
Not related to the treadmill episode.
*Totally hilarious, this post is.
GG just REFUSES to take a bad picture.
I hope you got some sleep. I'd share MY meds with you, but I don't want the mounties to get me while I swim across the river to hand deliver.
well of course...
and I wouldn't want you to swim with a numb mouth filled with gauze..it would weigh you down
Regardless of others's fitness regimes and gestational statuses, you are allowed to feel tired. Raising a padawan learner is no easy task.
What really hacks me? Your squirrels and chipmonks are showing any signs of life at all! Ours are hibernating so far out of reach that the Big Kitty (as opposed to the new, smaller kitty) ate the flippin' parakeet this weekend. I'm not kidding. Woke up to a dismantled birdcage and a forlorn sprinkling of feathers on the livingroom floor.
As soon as GG flies solo, I'm requisitioning an Icesaber enema for Big Kitty. He's earned it.
What really hacks me? Your squirrels and chipmonks are showing any signs of life at all!
Just remember these are CANADIAN squirrels and therefore likely unionized and they get away with everything....just try getting a hold of their shop foremunk...it's impossible...he's always on acorn breaks...
sad thing is you know he's just all mobbed up and sooner or later the backyard's gonna be filled with made munks and squirrels, kickin' over flowers and giving you the look like 'what are you gonna do you fat fuck'...
cuz mob squirrels are brought in from Jersey.
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