Wednesday, June 29, 2011

cleaning out my locker

Today was like the last day of school...
The whole office (closed next week) was buzzing with almost-vacation excitement and the promise of an entire week OFF.

July 2010
Vacation vacation vacation vacation...July, I love you, but you kind of eat up the best part of the summer way too quickly.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sunday Paddle

We talked about riding the big loop at Blue Marsh today...
Perfect weather for it.
We opted for a relaxing paddle down the Brandywine instead.
"Stop having ride-bail remorse," Bill chided.
I know.
He's right.
He's wearing me down (in a good way).
I have never taken a canoe down the Brandywine on a perfect summer Sunday afternoon.
Or ever, actually.
I have also never eaten cider donuts in June.
Needless to say, they are every bit as good.
Weekends like this...yes.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

wide the frig awake

At 3:30am, I finally get out of bed knowing full well there will be no more sleep in my immediate future...
With eight hundred channels to choose from, there are roughly 3 options of something other than weird infomercials to watch at that hour.
Since I've already seen Mommie Dearest 4 thousand times and I can't tolerate home improvement shows anymore, I settle on The Real Housewives of Atlanta.
Dregs of TV at this hour, people...
When that is over, I watch All My Children (my mom's soap).
When that is over, I go upstairs with my book to read in my son's cozy bed, so as to not disturb my peacefully sleeping BF (son is at his dad's for the weekend).
Read for a bit as the sun comes up & finally feel like I can close my eyes and finally...finally doze.
As I lay, drifting, finally, to sleep, I feel something crawling.
Flinging my shirt up, I briefly glimpse a F*CKING SPIDER on MY F*CKING leg near my F*CKING undies...
a tiny little innocuous black spider, fast and wily...and tiny...
but, it's a F*CKING SPIDER. 
Crawling on me IN BED.
for real.
It takes one second to JUMP out of  bed, undress, shake everything, strip the bed, fling the stuffies [stuffed animals, Max calls them stuffies] across the room, ball up the sheets and blanket, heave the mattress up and around, move the entire bed all Hulk-like away from the wall (what, I'm going to leave that bastard spider somewhere in there to crawl on my kid, too?!) and hustle half-naked to the laundry room.
Now the sun is up and the peepers are peeping oh so cheerfully and boy am I wiiiiiide the frig awake.
So, I'm up and decide a cup of tea is in order.
Kettle is on and I am in full-on wake-up mode.
Laundry is churning, dishwasher's is tidy.
Kim is wiiiiiide the frig awake.
Kettle boils at last and I pour the water into my cup and what the FRIG??!
There are weird little glittery crystals floating in my cup by the hundreds.
Rinse a different tea cup, fill it with water.
What the frig? It's the tea kettle...
Kitchenaid items keeps letting me down.
Did you know I can't turn my Kitchenaid oven OFF?
I have to go down to the basement and flip the breaker every time I am finished with the oven.
Don't even get me started on that...not now, please.

So, now it's 6:22 and I am drinking my tea that I made from water that I boiled in a saucepan.
I'm freaking exhausted.
I hate F*CKING spiders.
and that motherf*cking spider is still on the loose.


Thursday, June 23, 2011


Roughly a thousand screaming kids.
Droves and droves and droves of hyped up kids, sweltering in the summer heat, aged six through thirteen.
Tons of mud.
1.5 miles of running/trudging/sloshing through mud mud mud mud.
Seriously, this Junior Mud Run made our cross races look like freaking tiddly winks.
Way to go, son...way to go!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

just making sh*t up

To his younger, not quite as wise (yet) cousin,
"When you're grounded, it means you have to stay in your room and not play with your toys and be totally quiet and just lay in your bed and the only thing you can watch on TV is Care Bears cartoons."

Oh, really?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

on father's day...

Thanks to my dad, I am a strong-willed, hot-tempered music snob with an affinity for all things titanium.
Thanks to my dad, I have expensive taste in shoes/olive oil/bike parts/salt and a strong sense of adventure.   
Thanks to my dad, I have an immature sense of humor and a penchant for taking chances.
My dad is awesome and I do know how lucky I am...believe me.  

Friday, June 17, 2011

What makes this girl happy... making it back to the car safely without getting struck by lightning in a ridiculously fierce downpour.
The woods were odd when we started out...dark and humid and swampy and soupy and kinda gross.
"I can hardly see!" I said.
Approaching the area where I crashed a few (three?) weeks ago, I took a deep breath and charged ahead.
The storm began shortly thereafter.
Hustling through the trees, the rain came steady and quick.
Lightning, thunder, lightning, thunder...
"Just ride!!"

I don't like being in the woods when there is lightning.
Does anyone?
It was a great ride.
Friday rides make this girl happy.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

mapping out the summer

forget-me-nots on the Brandywine

This summer, I have an agenda...a loose agenda, but a plan nonetheless.
This is what I really really really want to do:
  • share my favorite place on the planet (Mohonk Mountain House) with my family
  • paddle down the Brandywine
  • show my dad what the trails at Raystown are all about
  • invite friends over for a barbecue
  • laze on the beach, play Goofy Golf, eat Mack & Manco's, and ride the City Jet in OCNJ (and maybe even buy a tub of Johnson's popcorn...lid off)
  • take Max to NYC even just for a day to check out the dinos and other cool sh*t at the Museum of Natural History
  • picnic at the Laurels
  • take my mom and kid to the snack factory tour at Herr's (yes, seriously)
  • pick raspberries
  • catch some 4th of July fireworks somewhere, anywhere
  • race the Darkhorse 40 again with Bill 
  • enjoy dinner on the back porch every chance we get
This list leaves plenty of room for doing a whole lot of nothing in between little adventures and getaways.
Sounds like a plan, right?
How about you?  

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Tuesday Night

lobster pizza coming right up...
our magical little back yard

what's lobster pizza without a glass of prosecco?
We made pizza tonight.
I love my family.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

big wheels: take two

the most enormous wishies you ever did see

he made the bike right for me 
 Last summer, I procured a friend's gently used 29er for a steal only to let it gather dust in the corner of our garage.
One ride on said bike at Middle Run last year left me unsure about the proverbial Kool-Aid.
Quite simply, I didn't get it (much less enjoy it).
"Is it an acquired taste?" I wondered.
Maybe the Kool-Aid wasn't for me.

A year later, I tried again.
This time with lighter wheels, flat bars, and a little bit of suspension...a little more love, a little more attention to fit.
The verdict?
Now I get it.

All I know is, I haven't had that much fun on two wheels in a long time.

Friday, June 10, 2011

itching to ride

Time to get back on the bike.
The trails are calling me.
Going to take it slow and super easy.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

retreat retreat

Unplugging for a few days for a work retreat...
I am not quite sure what to expect.
I'm required to bring a yoga mat and a sense of humor.
Permission has been granted to enjoy a glass of wine at the end of the day's activities.
No phones, no laptops, no facebook...
No making dinner or packing a snack for school or ironing my uniform or laundry.
The accommodations sound like girl scout camp.
obligatory peaceful flowery nature retreat shot (a bloom stolen from a neighbor's garden, actually)
Oddly, I am pretty stoked.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

this guy

I don't usually go here, but I have to...
How does this guy have the unending energy for me and my six year old son day after day after day after day?
Fourteen months in and he barely bats an eye at all my quirks and faults and hangups.
I mean, it's always something around here, you know?

He treats my son like his own without even trying.
It's never forced and it's always genuine.
How does he just get it like that?

It's been a rough week.
I don't feel like myself.
I feel scrambly and tired and uncomfortable...I've been confused and I'm sure I've been confusing.
We walked past an {ugly} painting of poppies on our way to get coffee yesterday morning.
In my head, I was all, "Poppies!" in the Wicked Witch of the West's voice.
He chuckled.
"What?" I asked.
"Poppies," he mimicked.
I didn't think "Poppies"...I said, "Poppies!" in my best Wicked Witch of the West voice.
Out loud.
I didn't realize I said it out loud.
Freaking concussion.
But, he's right there by my side just like he always is... 
I know...I said I usually don't go here, certainly not in this realm.
But, he doesn't read this anymore anyway.
So, it's okay.

I'm grateful and I am happy and it would be unfair and unfortunate to not say so.    

Friday, June 3, 2011

yeah, that was a no

Not only am I forbidden to race Iron Hill, it also sounds like I'll be off the trails for a little while.
I knew something was really wrong when I resigned myself to sitting this weekend out before the doctor even told me no mountain biking (let alone racing).
When my appointment ended, I was ushered to the waiting area while my doctor arranged for me to see a neurologist later this morning.
what the?
I just want to sleep and maybe have my left eye stop twitching like this and for this awful pressure to ease up.
even just a little.

Conditions were ideal.
Weather was nearly perfect...maybe a little too hot, but I don't complain about heat.
Trails were dry.
Pace was spirited, but nothing brutal.
I was feeling pretty good.
I was feeling confident.

My worst crash was at Sewell 2008 when I broke my hand, but this was a close second.
How bout you?

Thursday, June 2, 2011

4 days later

So, I've decided a concussion feels much like hanging your head upside down for 4 days straight.
An unrelenting, most unpleasant pressure that situates itself mostly on the left side of my head, but doesn't want the rest of my dome to feel left out (thanks, concussion, you've covered it all, way to go)...
yep, that's what it feels like to me.
Luckily, our office was closed Monday and Tuesday, so I only had to plod through the past two days without hurting any patients or embarrassing myself too much.
Man, am I out of sorts.
in a fog.
under a cloud.

I'm sure at my follow-up tomorrow when I ask about racing Sunday, I'll be met with a big fat, "NO."
I love me some Iron Hill Enduro.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

vacation request approved

leaving Heaven's Bench

Please, let's not rush the summer.
I love summertime.
But, there is something magical about Northern Vermont in late September.
I can't wait to go back.