*Disclaimer. The clock time in that Mile 12 photo is the actual race time. Not my time. Subtract 45 minutes for my time. Because I started the race in corral F. And we had to wait for A-E to go first. Clearly they were slow.
At 9:30 a.m. yesterday morning I reflected upon my day. I had already run 13.1 miles.
“Why?” inquired a concerned cousin. “Were you in grave danger?”
August is drawing to a close. Summer is fading into the sunset as the dark arrives earlier with every coming night. So with the last vestiges of hot summer nights, I decided to go for a run.
About six months ago, I was momentarily overcome by insanity and decided to sign up for the Disney Half Marathon. It’s Sunday. Continue reading
The boys are learning to swim. They’ve been water babies since their first dunking in the NICU tub (which was the size of a legal pad of paper). Destroy has recently taken to attempting the breaststroke in the bathtub (when not soaking everything and everyone in his hurricane path). Legend has it, Search turned down popsicles in Summer School in favor of water play.
So naturally, being mother of the year, Safety First!
Our budding little Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte got signed up for swim lessons. Continue reading
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there are men on base.
~Dave Barry (on the perils of motherhood.)
The muppets have been learning the concept of t-ball over the past several weeks. Or, more accurately, taking a primary-colored plastic bat larger than the small children wielding it, and gently tapping the foam ball from atop its primary-colored perch. Continue reading
The real explanation behind professional athletes is not necessarily innate or inherent talent. It is the ability not to kill themselves as toddlers. Continue reading
So the boys have Hand, Mouth and Foot Disease (HMFD). Yay.
(Not to be confused with hoof-and-mouth disease – which afflicts well, animals with hooves.) I have been assured that HMFD is a common childhood virus of the coxsackievirus genre (capable of taking out an entire preschool class in a single afternoon).
HMFD. Making cherubic toddlers look like acned teenagers.
Aside from a severely cranky night-owl creating an up-all-night Zombie Dad, by this afternoon both boys were showing signs of going stir crazy in quarantine. It was a gorgeous spring day. The whole family could probably use some fresh air. Continue reading
There are certain actions not tolerated in our household (or at school, hence a prior plethora of incident reports). Bad behavior leads to a stint in the penalty box. Time. Out.
“You do that, you go to the box.
Two minutes, by yourself and you feel shame.
And then you get free.”
– Slap Shot Continue reading
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(I don’t typically post press releases. But this company is near and dear to my heart; it’s a family thing. And also, I wrote it.)
Football fans celebrate the 2012 NFL Draft in style with a variety of licensed outdoor leisure products.
MOORPARK, Calif., April 9, 2012 – Picnic Time, wholesaler and manufacturer of the world’s finest outdoor leisure and entertaining products, today announced that a selection of licensed totes, baskets, coolers, and accessories will be available in the NFL Shop At Draft, the first-ever NFL pop-up store in New York City, launched to celebrate new apparel partnerships and the 2012 NFL draft.
“Baseball is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains. Think about that for a while.”
I thought about that this week. As I sat on the couch, snuggling with the draft picks of the 2030 season. The ballgame was on. The 2012 Major League Baseball season is upon us.
Sometimes there are sights, smells, sounds that take you back – there are memories in those sensory melodies. And the one that never fails to make me smile is the smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of cleats on the concrete, and ultimately the sight as the boys of summer take the field. Continue reading
We’re a baseball family – bleeding Dodger blue and/or enjoying Green Collar baseball. (Different leagues. Don’t judge me.) But one of the muppets little friends had himself a San Jose Sharks hockey party today.
Now taking the ice: No. 2, Jackson Sawyer. Continue reading
