A little bit of this: An insider look… this Jenny on drugs blogging:
Sure… it LOOKS like I’m thinking, but… prolly not so much.
A little bit of that: My son… He’s 9 and I have no idea how I became the mother of a nine year boy. I have been in “baby/toddler/preschooler” mode since he was born and at 4 years old, my daughter Lucy still has me in the thick of battle. But I am finding I really need to shift gears. My son is 9 and is not so much the ultra-dependent little person he once was. NOW, girls are flirting with him. Oy:
… I took my daughter to play practice this afternoon. (GO Kitsap Children’s Musical Theater!!!) Olivia wandered in while I stayed in the car with my 4 year old daughter and 9 year old son. Within minutes I felt as if my hawt little minivan was a bloody carcass being circled by hungry sharks…. No, it was worse! A gaggle of giggling elementary girls circled my van when they discovered my son was safe inside.
You can read the entire expose’ at my Mom on the Spot blog over there at the Kitsap Sun…
A little bit of this: This is what I look like when I get a hankerin’ for a row of cake:
I look like this a lot.
A little bit of that: My leg. You know, one of the two that I need for “running”… My marathon is coming up Sunday. Leggy Leggerson is doing pretty well. A big thanks to my PT over there at the PAC… as of today, the marathon is a GO!
I plan on doing a little Twittering along the route if I don’t die as I see fit… If you are on the Twitter, you can stalk me follow me on Twitter: @jennyonthespot. If you are not on Twitter, can you imagine all the typos excitement you’ll be missing??? Real time coverage of a middle-aged woman’s attempt to complete her first marathon… All my whining and calling for help and whatnot… Chariots of Fire, anyone?
OK. I’m done.
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Seriously with the girls!! My oldest son is now 11, but last summer, we’d go swim at the YMCA, and I swear to you, as soon as he emerged from the locker room, the music would stop, the room would fall into a hush, and all you could hear was the low roar of girls whispering. I’d lost sight of him until I figured out he was in the middle of the gaggle of girls surrounding him over at the 5 foot area. I’m a wreck for so many reasons when it comes to my kids, but it’s absolutely wrecking me to see him as a pre-teen boy!!
I’m glad you’re going to be up for running Sunday after all the practice you’ve been putting in.
Such deep thought…I didn’t know you had it in you. Don’t spend too much brain power, we don’t want to take too much energy from teh leg!
glad your foot is getting better. if your brain would just make a come back it would say, “Girl, you’re crazy for running a marathon. you know that is a lot of miles, right?” Rumor has it – they’re addicting. I am addicted to holding on to those last 5ish pounds of baby weight.
I don’t Twitter yet, but I will be thinking of you at mile 17. That’s when it’s really go time (the leg will be numb by then) and all the reasons you wanted to do this will need to be in the front of your mind. Just think of it as one more of those cold, drizzly days when you did not want to go out there and HOW GREAT it felt after you did. And when you’re done, have a few rows of cake and savor the moment! I wish you Happy Feet!
The leg may be wounded, but the toe nails look just awesome!! Well done!! You know what Fernando says “It’s not how you feel, it’s how you look, and you look mahvahlous!” Will you twitter whilst you marathon? It would slow you down, maybe plant a camera from an antenna mounted on top of your head.. It would have to be a stablized camera or we’re gonna throw up watching “real time with Jenny on the Spot”.
you look like that a lot? does everyone do cool shit to your left?
I’ll be rooting for you…to survive. Because let’s face it, I think you’re nuts. But I don’t want you to die neither.
You entertain me mightily.
You are NOT middle-aged because you’re younger than me and I most definitely NOT. I plan to live to be 100 so I’m not even close.
That’s some serious looking PT you’re getting!
Such cute pictures… and such big thoughts. *blinks in amazement*
*snicker*