Friday, June 28, 2013

class of 93

Kym Perna 1993 (senior picture...note the halo of frizz and closed-mouth/full-lipped smile due to braces)
My twentieth reunion is approaching (like, this weekend) and I may be just a little bit excited to catch up and reflect on the most awkward/angst-ridden/grueling four years of my life.
I spent most of high school aggravating my parents, making brood-y mix-tapes, pining for the wrong boys, doodling elaborate notes to friends, failing every class except art and English, writing in my journal (undoubtedly about aforementioned boys and the cruel unfairness of the world in general), dying my hair with Manic Panic/Kool-Aid/Sharpies, and waiting for the next Cure/Depeche Mode/REM/New Order album to come out.  
That's what I remember.
Instead of Senior Week, I signed up for a ten day trip to the White Mountains hosted by the quirky/creepy substitute science teacher (Mr.Maerker-Rhymes-With-Worker) and ten other random students...
If that doesn't illustrate my social ineptness, I don't know what does ("Um, so there's this trip to New Hampshire and we're going to climb Mount Washington and no, I'm not really friends with the other kids who are going, but we were friends in middle school and...oh, Senior Week? Um, I can go to the beach any time").
In truth, I was mortified at the prospect of being surrounded by my peers (in a swimsuit?! pale skin, boyish figure, just...no) for a week-long drinking binge in OCMD...I mean, I might have gotten in trouble.
That pretty well sums up who I was twenty years ago and some things haven't changed.
I still doodle elaborate notes to my friends, I still obsessively make mix-tapes playlists, I still write (or blog) nearly every day, and I'd still rather climb a treacherous mountain than spend a drunken week at the beach.
I'm still socially awkward, but I am totally okay with that.
 
I don't, however, spell it K-y-m anymore...that shit was just silly.

Monday, June 24, 2013

DC (two days, one night)






Max taking a pic of Tony Hawk's first skateboard

 
When my son said, "Do you have any idea how much this means to me? Thanks, mom,"  it made the traffic, meltdowns, rain, traffic, two more meltdowns (mine and Bill's), getting lost, tired legs, and headache(s) worth it.
So worth it.

(to be fair, Bill's "meltdown" was pretty lame tame in comparison to mine...I don't know how he keeps it together and I don't know how he puts up with my antics sometimes)...
We really do have fun on these whirlwind overnight excursions and low/loose expectations are the best kind.   

Friday, June 21, 2013

Happy First Day of Summer!

summer 1975 (me and my mom) 

Summer is (officially) upon us.
Max wraps up his last day of camp today...his hair is already blonder, his shoulders are tan from playing in the pool, and there are countless scrapes and bruises on his legs from climbing trees and slaying villains in the front yard.
Strong indicators of a good summer ahead, right?

Thursday, June 20, 2013

back to school? (part one)

Tomorrow my baby is six months.
She takes long, predictable naps now...
This means I need to find something creative/productive/meaningful to do within those (admittedly, luxurious) chunks of time.
Something other than swapping out yet another load of laundry, cleaning up the breakfast dishes, or creeping on FB and blogs.
I am starting to think about what the next few years will bring.
Six months with Maeve feels like the blink of an eye sometimes.
When it's time for her to start school (nursery school? preschool?), I don't want to find myself dazed and scrambling for work...settling for something, getting in a rut.
The longer I am away from putting braces on teeth/bending wires/making conversation with teenagers who want to be anywhere but the orthodontist, the more I realize I don't want to do that ever again.
Although I don't need to construct an immediate "plan", I do need to start fleshing out a loose idea, a rough draft...
What do I want to be when I grow up? (again? this time?) 


    

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

let me just show you...

My baby and my mom...
Max burned his hand badly with a molten pop tart

Looks delightful, right? Truthfully, dinner sucked...but, the company was great.

...and there were swings (this little lady loves swings).

Sadly, I have a strong aversion to my standby fragrance ever since this last pregnancy...new perfume for summer.

Cherries...fourteen dollars worth (oops)
My dad built this dollhouse/bookcase and I finally finished painting it this week. Maeve's room is coming together.
This little guys was staggering across Sunset Hollow Road the morning after a bad storm. Maybe rabid, maybe lost?

This one never sits still anymore...summer vacation has begun and he couldn't be happier.
 
and that is what the past few weeks look like in Instagrams...

Friday, June 14, 2013

"are you running or what??"

2nd Annual Trailblazer 5k at Paradise Farms Camp (trail run)

There was a heartfelt post about this particular run somewhere inside me, but it got lost in the hours following the race when fatigue and real life got in the way (not to mention the complimentary pint of Summer Love at the finish).
I showed up, I ran hard, I didn't stop running when I wanted to walk, and I finished in 35 minutes.


My dad, who has logged countless hours doing trail work at Paradise, was stationed as a marshal at the exact spot I started to feel like my stomach was eating itself...the exact spot I thought, "Wow...we are going to keep going up."
"Are you running or what??" he heckled, cowbell in hand, as I labored past him through a seemingly endless grassy field.
As we looped back around, he told me I was almost done and it was mercifully all downhill from there.
(except for the uphill paved finish, but whatever...)
I managed to stay ahead of the small handful of people I passed and even passed one more runner on the finishing stretch. 
Never mind that I averaged an eleven minute mile or finished in the back of the back...I felt amazing for conquering this tiny little challenge, for seeing it through.
The course was brutally hilly and exactly what I needed to stay interested and engaged.
I can't wait to do another one.
  


I didn't want to get my new shoes muddy so I wore my old sneaks...who am I??

 
 

Monday, June 10, 2013

(almost) summertime

This is my dad, my aunt, my grandmom, and my uncle circa 1956 on the front step of 8 Cedarbrook Road.
I love love love old photos and this is one of my favorites.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

(amateur) runner (part II)


So, my husband took me to the running store he used to manage and I walked out with some new shoes.
Later that afternoon, my dad stopped by with a gift certificate to the same store for some new running gear ("I read your blog," he said).
Awwww.
Later that evening I shared a pint of Ben & Jerry's with my husband while watching the very creepy, very thought-provoking Steven Soderburgh film "Side Effects," but, whatever...weekends are for ice cream.
Anyway.
When I woke up this morning, I didn't feel like riding.
I went for a run instead.
Turns out I am lot slower than I thought I was (I borrowed Bill's Garmin because I was feeling especially masochistic and thought I'd punish myself with some hard data).
I don't care.
I love the way it makes me feel.
I think I should stick with this for a while and see what happens.


oh, the Ben & Jerry's flavor? What a Cluster (peanut butter swirl, peanuts, toffee pieces in vanilla ice cream). Although we are a peanut-free house because of Max's allergy, we make an exception for ice cream once in a great while when he is at his dad's.
 

Thursday, June 6, 2013

(amateur) runner

Never mind the fact that I married a bonafide (former) track star/dyed-in-the-wool runner...
I am an amateur.
While I'm sure his knowledge and expertise on all matters related to running would be invaluable to a rookie like me, I'm too mortified to ask.
That's pretty ridiculous.

Although I have finished a handful of 5ks, completed a challenging 5 mile trail run/race while pregnant, and dabbled in a few off-road duathlons, I don't consider myself a "runner" by any stretch of the imagination.
My "gear" {chortles}consists of two terribly unflattering pair of running-specific shorts (there were three, but I finally trashed the ones with the dry-rotted elastic), a pair of worn-out trail shoes, and a few tanks way past their prime...
When the weather is cold, I turn to my cycling attire to cobble together running clothes (don't worry, I haven't worn a chamois for running...I'm not that bad).
Lately, I've made good use of our BOB stroller and have taken to the streets a few times a week in the name of losing the last of the baby weight.  
Running is convenient because I can do it with my baby...no excuses (other than really inclement weather).
Admittedly, I'd much rather ride in pursuit of getting some fitness back, but I'm lucky to get on my bike once or twice a week lately.
So...
That leaves this amateur runner in need of some new running shoes.
I think I know someone who can help me out with that...

As of today, I am back to my  pre-baby weight (yay!)...having said that, I was probably about 8-10 lbs overweight when I got pregnant.
In addition to running, I've started using the My Fitness Pal app to track calories and exercise.
I'm happy to say that all this effort, little by little, is paying off ...

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

together

Max spends most weekends with his dad.
Some people have even alluded to the fact that I am "lucky to get a break every weekend" whenever our custody arrangement comes up in conversation.
Um, no.
While I am normal and human and certainly need a break from being in mom mode sometimes, I hardly feel lucky to get a "break" from my son every weekend.
When Max started spending two nights in a row with his dad, I was pretty much beside myself with worry the whole time in his absence.
Although I trust his dad, I still get anxious on Fridays when Max leaves and still breathe a deep sigh of relief on Sunday when he returns.
It's been five years and that part hasn't gotten much easier.
I don't anticipate that changing.
Like, ever.
And...I just miss him when he's not here.


Lately, I wonder when Maeve will catch on that her brother has a different dad and that he goes somewhere else most weekends.
I wonder when she will realize that Max calls her daddy "Bill."
This summer will afford us the opportunity to be together more in a way that we haven't really experienced yet as a family.

I'm so grateful to be home with my kids now and nothing makes me happier than seeing Maeve light up whenever her big brother is around.
Summer vacation cannot come soon enough!


 


 



reset, please

May was a shitty month.
Let's have some fun in June, please.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Summer 2013 wish list (as compiled by me & Max over breakfast)

  • Poconos with the whole family (we haven't had a family vacation in three years and we are so overdue)
  • Elmwood Park Zoo to visit the new giraffe habitat
  • Overnight in DC with the kids (museums, National Zoo if it's not ridiculously hot, Pitango gelato, tapas in Georgetown)
  • Camden Adventure Aquarium (need our shark fix)
  • beach day OCNJ (we have not been to the beach since 2010 and that's not okay)...hopefully we can hook up with our cousins while they are down there, too (jumping the waves! boardwalk! funnel cake! sunburn!)
  • camping (probably not until the tail end of the summer unless we can snag a last-minute getaway soon when the weather is perfect)...my parents have yet to camp with our family and it would be awesome if they could join us
What are your plans this summer?