Month: March 2003

For the first time in a long while, Auggie and I were caught in rush hour traffic last Friday. Auggie passed out, which was nice. But I was left to my own devices as far as keeping myself entertained, and the old AM radio, while good for traffic reports, is not the giggle-fest I was hoping for.

So when a sedan crept up beside me, I wasn’t surprised by the round Cardinals-logo bumper sticker. I noticed another bumper sticker beside it that, at a glance, seemed to read, ‘Praise the Lord.’ OK, no big deal. This is the Midwest after all, and that’s actually pretty tame, as far as pro-God and all his wrath bumper stickers go. Upon closer inspection, however, it seems that the bumper sticker actually read ‘Braise the Lord.’

Wha..?

And since it was in this funky yellow calligraphy on a maroon background, for a moment, I thought it might even say, ‘Braise the Cord,’ and for a fleeting instant I wondered it the sedan’s occupants might be some of those disturbing people who eat the umbilical cords of their newborns. Nope, it just said ‘Braise the Lord.’

Again, wha..?

So I take a closer look at the other bumper sticker gracing this particular car, and it says, ‘Scoundrel for hire.’ And then! I notice that the vanity plate reads, ‘LUV PIR8’

I’m totally not kidding. I never saw the guy driving (you just know it was a guy), but I almost wish that I had. How long was his mullet? The mind reels…

When discussing the latest Bear in the Big Blue House video that Auggie has watched, he says, ‘So, that lemur is supposed to be French, right?’

I lost 3 pounds last week. Yee haw! For those of you keeping score, that is 35.4 pounds gone.

I guess that running does help. Who woulda thunk? I mean, 20 minutes of running (much more like jogging in my case) versus 60+ minutes of butt-kicking aerobics with weights, and I lose that kinda weight? I’ll take it…

So, let me get this straight, Mother Nature. It’s snowing outside right now and 28 degrees. By Friday, it’s going to be 60 degrees and sunny. Huh? Once, again, though, I’ll take it.

Some new Auggie words: pee-pee, beep, shoe (did I mention that one already?), sock. And, yes, pee-pee is in reference to his royal maleness. I know it’s more appropriate to use its real name, but I think that little kids who go around saying “penis” and “vagina” are… Well, let’s just say that I’m not quite ready for that.

Last night was another doozy with Senor Wakey-man, but I am committed to deliver unto you, my faithful readers, my inane daily drivel.

It’s so weird, sometimes, when you see someone from your past. It’s especially weird when you see that someone in the mirror.

It seems that I’ve dumped a bit more weight in my face this week, as I am looking more and more like that bright-eyed, ‘watch-me-conquer-the-world’ girl in my senior pictures. Sure, my face is a bit more timeworn now, definitely more hard, but it’s more than a little disturbing how much my hair looks exactly the same.

Sorry for the big ole absence here last week. It was what we would laughingly call a “rough” one. Auggie decided that he wasn’t going to sleep a couple of nights (Tuesday and Thursday, actually), so we were the walking undead most of the week.

We were so tired, in fact, that on Friday night, we joined hands and prayed that he would sleep through the night. I almost wept.

I was so tired that I was nauseous. Now, I can remember some fairly serious bouts of sleep deprivation in college, which more often than not resulted in the dreaded “finals flu” some time afterwards. But I cannot remember ever feeling nauseous as a direct result of exhaustion.

It was not fun.

Something that is fun, though, is that I’ve started running (again). I can’t believe I just wrote that running is fun. What is going on with me? Must still be a little delirious from lack of sleep…

Anyway, I’ve hit a plateau in my weight loss here lately, despite my continued (albeit somewhat relaxed) adherence to the lifestyle program and kicking-butt-ness with my aerobics workouts. But the workouts, even though they are each over an hour in duration, are getting easier. With a couple, I barely break a sweat anymore.

So I need to “take it to the next level” and so forth. ‘Dung Xiao Ping died?!’

I’ve gone out running a couple of times now, and I must admit, it is a lot easier without the extra 30+ pounds I was sporting. The last time I ran seriously was back in 1999, when Tim and I ran a 10K in the spring. After a few weeks of training, I had shin splints, Achilles heel trouble and this weird numbness in my feet. Much of this, I’m sure, can be attributed to the running shoes I was wearing at the time (Reebok DMXs, which are very bad for someone who needs tons of motion control like me).

But they looked so cool.

Anyway, I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I guess now you can expect a lot more blather about my running-related aches and pains, along with my knitting blather and my son-is-so-unbelievably-cute/evil blather.

Super!