   
We all need a major coup now and then, right? I am buoyed by the fact that I survived my mile plus walk uphill in the sun yesterday (Only thought I was going to have a complete cardiac episode all of the way there. The way back was OK = uphill sucks) and have decided that I must have a bicycle. Not an exercycle, a real bike. The problem is I have this amazing fear of falling (why I could never do a bike seat for my babies) and have to have a bike that is short enough for me. I have to be able to stop and put one foot down on the ground rather than that thing that short people have to do where they hop the bike and just start pedaling. I must mount the damned thing properly. That does NOT mean I need a little pink and lavender Huffy bike with "Pastel Princess" on the side and streamers coming from the glittery hand grips, you wise asses. It just means I have to pick carefully. While I was walking, I further investigated the old graveyard up the road. The graves are from gold rush times and are really ancient, outlined by rocks and little fences and such. Some of the stones you can barely read. They're all pretty far apart for the most part and the area is really wonderful. Just across from the graveyard and down the way, there are two spooky abandoned shacks. Since the graveyard is a 15 minute walk from here, I'm thinking we'll have our graveyard crawl there this year (full moon before Halloween). I'll have everyone bring a flashlight and we'll walk down there just before dusk, visit the dead for a while, then go exploring and walk back in the dark. Luvvvvv it!
As I said, the walk back was much better, but Dylan had started complaining about 10 minutes out the door on the way there ("I'm tired! I need to rest! I'm hot! My legs hurt!"), so he was fussy until we saw our mailbox. I came home feeling winded, but good and today, I have had very, very little pain. That's definitely reassuring. Still have to work out for today. Thank the lord for exercise balls. Also, Eric got an inner tube repair kit and I think he has effective repaired my exercise ball so I don't have to reinflate it all the time. Plus, Carolyn sent me some really good exercises to use too, so I'm good to go (I think).
I want one. Oh yes. I want one. *sob* That has nothing to do with the fact that Eric wants a giraffe. A giraffe, mind you, is not a piece of exercise equipment (that I know of), but a long necked animal that wanders around munching your trees. He has been on about getting a giraffe since we moved here. Our development rules are specific about no livestock, but Eric doesn't think they'll check and will never know. It's really not very forward thinking as I don't think that giraffes will like the evergreen buffet up here and likely won't be into the cold winters. Since we're talking about Eric here, there's a very damned good chance that within a year, I will not have a gazelle and I will be trying to figure out how to housebreak a fucking giraffe. Eric's latest passion is gold panning. He found out that people are still pulling a good bit of gold from the streams and creeks up here and so he's been excited about panning and wants to build a sluice. The wonderful part is that while he's doing that, he takes the kids down there as well to screw around, so I get quiet time. Ahhhh.
I did nothing yesterday except make pulled bbq chicken sandwiches for dinner and walk my ass to the school and back. Today, I have to make up for it by cleaning. Since it's after 1pm, I should likely get a hitch in my gitalong and create some affirmative action. Working out, cleaning house and prepping for a nice night. It's almost 1:30 now, so I'm giving myself 3 hours to have this place to perfection. Dinner is a mystery. Hmmm. What sounds good? I'm off to clean and bounce on my exercise ball. See you soon! Meanwhile, here are some fun thoughts:
I don't do
drugs.
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Sorry
for the wretched load time on this webset, but it was too lovely not to share.
Being on dial up that won't creep over 28.8kps except in certain sunspot boosted
moments makes one very aware of things like load times. Lord, I do miss my
cable modem. When I called the local computer store ("Bliss Computers")
about changing settings on my computer or whatever might help, the guy said,
"You're in Grizzly Flats and you're getting 28.8! That's amazing!"
Evidently, 28.8 is positively blistering speed for this area. I did find
something interesting, which is peoplepc.com. I am keeping Earthlink not
just because I am locked into a centuries long contract with them, but because I
don't want to change my e-mail address AGAIN. PeoplePC has an accelerator
that blows Earthlink away! People PC has a way of caching web pages not on
your computer in the temporary internet files, but on their servers, so that the
only thing that reloads are changes to the web pages and updates. This
lets you cruise pretty well when you're surfing. Of course, my uploading
and downloading time is still terrible, but at least something moves faster.
It's also only $10.95 a month. Good stuff!
I
got these from e-bay for $3 plus a little postage. I'm going on a trip on
July 8th to the GH Fan Weekend and Nancy Lee Grahn (one of the actresses on GH)
is having an event where you are supposed to dress up in 1950's wear. I'd
die before I'd wear a poodle skirt, but I think I can manage penny loafers (they
were cheaper than saddle shoes and more practical to wear afterwards), bobby
socks, scarf in my hair and pedal pushers. I need black flats anyway.
I only have sandals. So that's my major coup for this week.
Oh!
I forgot to tell you about Nathan assessment! His teacher/principal is
wonderful. She asked him to sit down and write his name and he whipped it
right out there. After that, it was number identification, sorting and
block stacking. He was wonderful, very relaxed and so smart. He
chatted away and I was glad to see he wasn't a social dingbat since we don't
interact with other people all that much. He didn't even hesitate to start
talking her leg off, but he has his dad's personality and there isn't a soul
that Eric can't pull into engaging conversation. At one point, she asked
him how many sides a triangle had, etc, and he popped out the answers in nothing
flat, but when she asked him how many sides a circle had, I thought his head was
going to explode. "But it's round!" Another time (I was sitting
across the room from them in a corner with a giant glass of water), I heard an
ominous rumbling from across the room and Nathan announced, "I farted!"
She smiled and said, "Do you say excuse me?" He fired back, "Nope, I just
say 'I farted.'" When he left to go outside and play with Dylan on the
playground, she said, "That kid is going to be a kick in the pants. I
can't wait to have him in class." She and the other teacher who was there
told me that every Friday through the summer, starting next Friday, the 11th,
the volunteer fire department here in Grizzly Flats has a giant party called
"Hamburger Night." You pay $3 for a dinner, there are live bands and bake
sales and pretty much if you live in Grizzly Flats and don't go, you suck and
are ostracized. Hamburgers?? I'm so there.
What
I WANT more than anything is a gazelle. My daughter-in-law, Sandra, has
one and she says it's the bomb. They have a special now where you can try
one for $14.95 for 60 days, free shipping, but yikes! The damned thing is
over $400 when you DO buy it! Also, if you ship it back, I think you have
to pay the $35 return postage. Sandra got hers at Wal-mart and said it was
a lot cheaper. It's supposed almost no leg impact. Joe says you
can't even feel it working until you get off of it and try to walk again.
I've
had a stupid headache for about 4 days now that is driving me crazy ("Maybe it's
a tumah."). It's low grade, tensionish, but nothing is kicking it. I've
tried motrin, excedrin and tylenol with no luck. Even though it's not a
blazing migraine, it's still wearing me down and making me bitchy with the kids
because honey, they are just so frickin loud. It's like razor blades on my
soul.
