Rumpelstiltskin

I'm not sure why I look forward to Friday. It's not like the weekend is any different. In fact, it's often more busy and exhausting. But I guess it's a different busy. What I've got on tap for this weekend: girls night for a friend who is having a baby, a 6 mile run, a baptism, soccer games...I'm sure Aaron will want to go see the puppies. (And I have to admit, they are stink'n cute. But they'll eventually be dogs that will destroy my house and yard. Swine dogs.) These are all fun things, yes? Yes. So it should be a good weekend.

My current frustration: I'm running like a mad dog right now to get ready for Bolder Boulder (Tuesday, alone, I ran 7 miles) and I'm not losing any weight. Sure, I ate my weight in cookies once this week but the rest of the time, I've been a saint. I know there's the argument that I'm building muscle. But I don't want to be ripped, I want to be a gazelle. (or a puma. pumas are sweet.) I feel like a contestant on the Biggest Loser who busts butt all week and gets a 1 on the scale. Or in my case, a zero. Doesn't my body know the pools open at the end of May? And that I'll be living in a swim suit?

You cuss'n with me?

We are officially getting a dog. The money has been laid down. German (huge hyper) short hair. The puppies are only 4 weeks right now, so we have about a month to get doggie-proofed. Let the record show, the dog will not live in the house. And the basement or garage is adequate for the winter.

I give it two days before I start cussing it.
I give Aaron a week. (He loves animals more than me and this is his dog.)

If you think we'll cuss about the dog sooner or later than what I just bet, enter your bet in the comments. Person who gets closest to the actual cussing will win something fabulous (like a scoop of dog barf..I kid, I kid...it'll be better).

It's nuts I know. The kids will love it. But I do not want to scoop poop. uuuuugghhghhghgh. dogs.

McLovin, just McLovin

I have a byline. I'm writing a weekly roundup for the Northern Colorado Writers blog. It isn't much but some of the big blogs link to it. This first one could have been better but I got the gig on Tuesday. So not bad for a two day turnaround. I'm really excited about this because it will be great for my querying bio and it gives agents a direct link showing them I know the biz. woo hoo.

It's a twister

Today, I took Ava and Morgan to the park. It was a beautiful day (compared to the rainy blustery days we've had this week). After an hour, I took the kids home and we settled into a snack...and then it came. A big black cloud. I thought it was just a rainstorm until I heard the sirens. I didn't mistake them for a car alarm this time. So before scrambling down to the basement, I decided to investigate what had the fireman's panties in a bunch. Then the hail started. There was hail last year when the tornado touched down. I was a bit more concerned. I opened the garage door and took a peek. I never really understood "green" clouds until today. The low black storm clouds had huge patches of slime green daring to start something. Then the hail came down hard and fast. And then sideways from the wind. That's when I closed the garage door and bunkered down in the basement with the girls. Nothing touched down, but it was freaky. More freaky than the actual tornado from last year. This thing just looked bigger and nastier. Who knew Colorado was so prone to tornadoes? I guess knowing is half the battle.

Mmmm, they're so moist

Today has been a cookie binge day. My kids are wearing me thin. Almost translucent. Sweet Ava, who is now 4, is making everyone over tired. She doesn't sleep and the sun coming up at 5a doesn't help. They've all been fighting like rabid banshees. I can't take it anymore.

My life is officially crazy right now. I have too many balls in the air (none are goals...just life). And it shows because sweet little bryn lost her first tooth yesterday and the lazy tooth fairy forgot. Thankfully, the fairy has a horrible track record with Lauren so Bryn didn't shed a tear. And tonight we're cool. But I had to set an alarm. Dirtbag mom, that's what I am.

Thank goodness for May. Almost all the kids extras end in May: dance, art, soccer. It will be nice to have a summer of george. Although Lauren will still take guitar. She is jamming by the way. She started in Jan and just finished the first book. Her teacher is amazed. Piano practice soothes me like a rusty cheese grater, but guitar practice hasn't been bad. I think it's because I love guitar. And I love seeing her progress.

Other May fabulosity: Weekend trip with the Birch girls in SF. I need to get out of town. And the Bolder Boulder is at the end of the month. 6 juicy miles.

There's a bunch of us that run every saturday at the res. We did a 5 mile last saturday and it didn't kill me. I'm hoping this week will be even easier.

and thus concludes my thoughts. end scene.

it's my turn to stay at home and plot the death of Dora the Explorer

While my mom was here, we had a few nights together just the two of us since Aaron was out of town. And it was really fun to hang out and chat. My mom loves girly movies. She's seen everything Kate Hudson and JLo have been in and admits it without shame. So when we decided to watch a movie it became glaringly noticeable that I own zero girly movies. My Shakespeares were the closest thing. All we own is comedy/action/kung fu/and an occasional drama. So I thought (knowing my Mom will visit again) I should pick up a few girly flicks. Here's the rub: I don't know which girly flicks are the best. If anyone has an opinion, please pipe up with your favorite girly show.

Please keep in mind that I discriminate against JLO, Kate Hudson, Reese Witherspoon, and the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice. So if your favorite girly show includes any of the previously mentioned, please accept my deepest sympathies for your lack of judgement.

knuckle bump

to Soccer Moms--literal soccer moms. This is my first official year dragging kids to soccer practice and games and I have to say: I hate it. Three times a week plus two games every Saturday (which are never back to back) equals love for my kids. And then I think about my neighbors that have 3 kids in soccer; the two older boys are in competitive soccer which runs them all over the Denver Metro. I'm glad my girls aren't loving it. Don't get me wrong they love to kick and play soccer but they are not aggressive. And both have said they don't want to play next year. I can only hope. We'll just have to stick to soccer camps. Short and sweet.

friday sidebar: top ten movie trailer spoofs . My favorite is office space.