Ok, So I Fell Down The Stairs

It was more of a I-fell-on-the-stairs vs down-the stairs...and this is sorta what it looked like, but less hairy and I don't wear boxers. Todd just wouldn't let me put a picture of my left butt cheek on the internet.
It happened almost 2 weeks ago and I can finally type without wincing. I bruised my wrist tendons and my butt so bad it is STILL dented and severly bruised. I, actually, rival the rollergirls bruise gallery
I need to hold it when I run up stairs, since it hurts when it jiggles, but when I run, it goes numb after the first 3 or 4 blocks, so at least I can still enjoy the scenery around Harriet. Well, only at about 6 am since it's so stanking hot here that is the only time I'm willing to leave the house to run around the lake. Over 100 degrees for DAYS on end...gross!

I have spent the past couple weeks fighting with our wireless internet connection (no, I haven't gotten it working, yet) and dealing with the normal every-day fun of the cube farm. I worked overtime last week...Jack came with and helped and then curled up on the bottom shelf of one of our file carts and played his gameboy. Everyone thought he was SOOOOO cute and he was handsomely paid with 3 ghost shrimp, a new algae eater, and a new African dwarf frog for his fish tank, and the frog promptly died on Thursday. I found him belly up in the bottom of the tank with the one ghost shrimp that didn't disappear licking it's dead leg (Insert frog leg joke here).

I'm off to do the weekly grocery shopping and hoping I don't die of heat stroke in the process. I promise to update more if anything interesting happens, like Ginger wins the weiner dog race we are entering her in.

Oh, you KNOW there will be a whole post for that day!

Thank God It's Monday

Ok, so I didn't wear the hat, but it wouldn't fit under the helmet...

I remember having weekends where I would stay up late, party like an animal out on the town, go out for a 2 Bloody Mary brunch, lay on the beach all day, and do it all over again that night. We wouldn't even go out until 10:30 pm and we stayed out until 3am.

Times, they are a changing...ok, they totally changed.

Friday night, Todd and I watched 40 Year Old Virgin. It was bad. It was really bad. It seemed like it would never end. Probably, like the guy's virginity.
Saturday, I ran around Lake Harriet, dragged myself home, did the grocery list, ran errands, and made it to yoga at 3:45...barely. When I got home, I made dinner...sorta, I reheated stuff. Todd and I then sacked out in the batcave and watched the Aviator. It was...well...ok, I guess. Nothing to write home about. I got in an episode of Sex and the City, which was while Todd was on the computer, and then, I went to bed. I think it was, maybe, 10:30.

My life has become SO LAME!!!

Then, I realized, while I was running around Harriet this morning in the pouring rain (which was actually better than the 88 degree heat with 70% humidity the day before), that we actually had an invitation to go out on Friday and Todd and I both turned it down. Because, no matter how lame our lives seem now, we've done all that we needed to a long time ago and if we spend an entire weekend day cleaning out the fish tank and the laundry room (ugh, that sucked) It's because we can, not because we have to. We have both done our fair share of partying like it's 1999 and now, it's just nice to be able to get a good solid night sleep and pay our bills on time. Lame-O? Yes, very much so, but there's a lot to be said for growing up.

I envy the days, every once in a while, where I didn't need to spend a whole day weeding my garden and the biggest worry in my life was where we were going to go out to that night and if Bryan was going to be there (Oooooo, he was so smokin' hot). I remember getting all dressed up in leather and riding my motorcycle every where I went, hanging out at Bob's Java Hut by day, and First Avenue by night. I was smoking American Spirit cigarettes and drinking gallons of coffee or, if it was late in the eve, Long Island ice teas. Body piercings were still brand new, and I was one of the first people I knew to get my tongue pierced. I had flaming red hair, took martial arts classes, and had an attitude the size of Montana.

Then, came Jack.

Beautiful Bryan died when I was pregnant from a drug overdose. My clubbin' leather was replaced by maternity clothes and an air sick bag I was constantly throwing up in. I couldn't stand the smell of coffee, or cigarettes, or anything else for that matter. The tongue stud came out, because every time I threw up, it still felt like there was something in my mouth. The flaming red hair was chopped and dyed back to my natural color and I was on bed rest for 9 solid months.

I became a respectable mother (almost) and now, 9 years later, I would much rather spend my time at home with my husband on a Friday night, than going out drinking and partying. I'd rather get up and run around the lake than be nursing a killer hangover and eating gnasty fried food. I would certainly rather be cleaning out my son's fish tank and our laundry room than be laying on the beach taking swigs from the hidden flask we always brought...well, wait...maybe not the laundry room part. I almost commited husbandicide on that one...

Todd: Why are we throwing out this frisbee? It's a perfectly good frisbee! Amy: Because we don't play frisbee and we have another perfectly good frisbee in the garage we can not play with already!
Then, I caught him hiding stuff in drawers so I wouldn't pitch it out. He wanted to throw in the towel when the garbage was full.
Amy: WE AREN'T DONE!!! Cleaning the laundry room means we actually FINISH cleaning it out!!!
Todd: The garbage is full and you AREN'T putting and of that crap in the garage!
Amy: So, put it out and see if they take it! It certainly doesn't need to stay down here!
Todd: Why are you throwing out this rug?
Amy: Because, it's too small to fit your body in it.

Ok, so I take back the part about cleaning out the laundry room vs drinking myself into a stupor, but BESIDES that, I am very happy with my life.

Lame-O, yes, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

Happy 4th of July!

As our annual 3rd of July event, Todd, Jack, and I (oh, and the wieners) met up with Cathy and her crew at Lake Normandale for Summer Fete festivities and fireworks. It would have been really awesome had the blonde not been leading the blonde and we ended up in the 8400 ramp instead of the 8500 ramp and ¼ of the fireworks were blocked by the tower. Oops.

It was still fun and we had our very own wiener dog races at the top of the ramp after the fireworks. Ginger always won. She needs to be entered in races, she’s a natural!!!

Me, on the other hand, am not a natural runner and I managed to, barely, make it from my house around Harriet. I was so happy to see 47th Street and turn off the lake, I think I was totally dragging my feet the rest of the way home. I’m lucky I didn’t get run over! I think I will attempt it again this evening, for torture, if nothing else.

On the 4th, we decided it was time to expose Jack to the wonderful world of horse racing. Canterbury was having “Family Day”, so there was pony rides, a petting zoo, face painting, free hot dogs, and my personal favorite, a wiener dog race on the horse track.

Shaggy haired boy. He was admiring a goat. (No, Jack, you can't have one)

Jack's becoming quite the photographer, we are centered AND in focus!

We bet a little, ate a little, laughed at the people there a little (the people watching is almost as good as the state fair). It was fun and we won 10 bucks on our last $2 bet, so Jack got a little horse necklace to remember the day. He thought it was WAY cool.

All in all, it was a nice holiday and we are all looking forward to Friday because:

comes out in all its GLORY!

Woohoo!!!

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