tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63279062024-03-23T10:47:21.818-07:00Lively WrithingRandom thought bits and things that tickle my ever-so-ticklish fancyKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-64997601975050565082009-11-01T19:17:00.001-08:002009-11-01T20:43:44.828-08:00So...When do pitchers and catchers report?Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-62709689286990035082009-10-25T09:33:00.001-07:002009-10-25T10:08:13.096-07:00Shaking off the dustSo... the boy has shamed me into coming back here to do some writing, as he's been working on his own blog a little. How could I say no to such a request from my number-one fan? Problem is, I'm really not sure how much public navelgazing I'm in the mood for these days. Obviously, I haven't been in almost a year now. <br /><br />The writing muscles have gone slack, and I've definitely turned inwards. Writing for an audience, even if it's a small and largely happenstance one, takes some effort if there's any hope of not being a complete bore. Gotta use metphors 'n shit. I'm not sure if I have so many metaphors in me these days.<br /><br />But I'll give it a go. November is coming up, and though I failed miserably at daily posts last year... well, I'm always ready to try failing miserably at stuff again.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-74658497149189251302008-11-04T23:14:00.000-08:002008-11-04T23:16:01.776-08:00President ObamaHoly freakin' heck.<br /><br />I'm not sure what more there is to say. Congratulations President Obama and Vice-president Biden. <br /><br />Finally. Finally, it's OVER. And finally it's begun.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-1657440880539284632008-11-03T22:50:00.000-08:002008-11-04T06:55:09.268-08:00Space cadetI'm not sure if it's the time change or the election or just life in general, but today was a VERY strange day. I kept losing focus, catching myself literally staring off into space. People would talk to me, and I'd have to make a real, concerted effort to tune into what they were saying. For someone who prides herself on good communication and listening skills, it was just... weird.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-78011381446768919852008-11-02T15:35:00.001-08:002008-11-02T19:22:22.969-08:00The Time Between the Lightning and the ThunderCruising around my usual online haunts, I see the near-total obsession everyone has with the election... Facebook and IM statii make mention, conversations that normally don't pertain to politics in any way (baseball, parenting, finances) have gone off-topic to all-election all the time. <br /><br />In just over 48 hours we're going to have a pretty good idea if this all works out or once again goes to shit in the final moments. We're heading into the time between the lightning and the thunder. <br /><br />I love that image, as it comes from an (I think still) unreleased song by David Wilcox. The song tells a sad story, that captures perfectly that moment after something major shifts - something that can never go back to what it was before - and the time it takes for it to sink in and become part of a new reality. Hoo boy.<br /><br /><i>The time between the lightning and the thunder,<br />The time to wait before her fate arrives.<br />She looks out at the sky and starts to wonder<br />If a miracle might let it pass her by.<br /><br />The time it takes the pain of it to reach her,<br />The moment that her world is blown apart.<br />The wisdom in the silence there to teach her,<br />His time had been this precious from the start.<br /><br />The bullet changes everything and nothing.<br />Gunshots will echo down the block.<br />This life, this could have been something...<br />The door that he was running for was locked.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />She's in the time between the lightning and the thunder,<br />Before the shock can hit that this is real.<br />The disbelieving spell she's falling under,<br />And the time it takes before her heart can feel.<br /><br />She says:<br />Oh my love...<br />It's all right...<br />I'm right here...<br />You're just asleep now.<br />Oh my love...<br />Here's my coat...<br />You're so cold...<br />Beside the street now.<br /><br />The time it takes to die in some old western<br />Is time enough to tell where gold is hid.<br />Time enough to answer one last question,<br />Pass the map and compass to the kid.<br /><br />But this time there is nothing like that virtue.<br />Just stillness in the heart that used to beat.<br />The darkness that she is falling into<br />Is spreading on the pavement at her feet.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />She's in the time between the lightning and the thunder,<br />Before the shock can hit that this is real.<br />The disbelieving spell she's falling under,<br />And the time it takes before her heart can feel.<br /><br />She says:<br />Oh my love...<br />Here's my coat...<br />You're so cold...<br />Beside the street here.<br />Oh my love...<br />It's all right...<br />I'm right here...<br />You're just asleep here.<br /><br />The time between the lightning and the thunder.<br />The time between the lightning and the thunder.</i>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-81781276465474968852008-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:002008-11-01T12:12:21.977-07:00Here we go againIt's November 1, and because I'm too freakin' lazy to try to write a novel this month with the real writers, I'm vampiring off their group mojo to kick my bloggin' ass back into gear. KBloWriMo 3 begins! <br /><br />For all 3 of you paying attention, yes it should be KBloWriMo4, if you consider that <a href="http://livelywrithing.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy-but-not-that-crazy-yet.html">KBlowWiMo1</a> was back in 1995 (ouch, that was a lot of numbers - I hope I didn't lose anybody). But truth is that I forgot last year until a few days into the month and - completist that I am - I figured it was best to skip entirely. The missed days would always eat at me, I know they would. I obsess like that.<br /><br />Happily, this year I'm presented with tons of potential November content to write about so it shouldn't be too painful (for any of us). Most obviously, Tuesday is the election. I'm... hopeful, though that hope is understandably mixed with a large dollop of terrified. I don't think I'm alone in this mix of feelings. We've been hopeful before and it didn't work out that well - I'm not sure I can survive another day after like last time <shudder>.<br /><br />But there's also plenty going on at work, stuff with friends, family, kids... there's tons navelgazing gold to mine, no doubt. Aren't we all so very lucky?Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-65481624211352332372008-08-18T18:12:00.000-07:002008-08-18T18:48:40.132-07:00Tri tri again...Yesterday was the Seattle 2008 Danskin triathlon. I look back in my archives and can't actually believe that I didn't blog about the 2007 Danskin... the gateway drug to what has become something that I... well.. DO. It wouldn't have seemed that way at the time... in 2007, the day dawned rainy and low 60's. I panicked on the swim (my best event) and took far longer than I should have. The bike course was wet and scary and I went very slowly. The run was my only triumph, and only a triumph because my goal had been to run the entire thing and I actually did, though slowly (running is not something I'm either very good at or enjoy). My triathlete friends and I ended the day very cold and very very wet and wishing that we could have enjoyed our moment in the sun, savouring our accomplishment; instead I came home, bathed until I finally warmed up, and slept. <br /><br />But even given the disappointment of the weather, I was hooked... my friends Shar, Lillian and I signed up that very week for our next triathlon in September. And we've done 2 more since, plus various 5's, 10's, and even a 12K.<br /><br />This year, the Danskin was actually my 2nd event of the tri season, the first was the <a href="http://www.trifreak.com/federal_escape.htm">Federal Escape</a> a few weeks ago. The Danskin though, is in a class all by itself with 4000ish women gathering together, at hugely varying levels of fitness and ability, being all sporty and supportive of one another.<br /><br />The weather ended up being perfect this year; somewhat overcast early on, sun breaking through right towards the end of my run, so it was cool but pleasant. And I have to say - I rocked it. My swim was wonderful, my biking was wonderful (even though my chain came off and a very nice fellow triathlete stopped to help me get it back on), my run was... well. It was slightly better than last year. So let's just call it wonderful as well.<br /><br />I reached my goal - I did better in all the events (even the run!) than I did last year. My overall time was 13 minutes faster; 12 of that came on the bike, BUT, I swam in about the same time as I did last year... and the course was 200 meters longer. I felt great after it was over, and my friends and I got our moment in the sun. It was a most excellent experience.<br /><br />Two more tris to go this season; <a href="http://www.racecenter.com/blackdiamond/">Black Diamond</a> and <a href="http://www.racecenter.com/kirklandtri/">Kirkland</a>. <br /><br />Dudes. I'm a triathlete! :)Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-37910820307483233332008-06-30T19:26:00.000-07:002008-06-30T19:29:01.113-07:00The Summer DayPerfectly true, on this summer day.<br /><br /><br /><b>The Summer Day</b><br />by Mary Oliver<br /><br />Who made the world?<br />Who made the swan, and the black bear?<br />Who made the grasshopper?<br />This grasshopper, I mean—<br />the one who has flung herself out of the grass,<br />the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,<br />who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—<br />who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.<br />Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.<br />Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.<br />I don't know exactly what a prayer is.<br />I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down<br />into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,<br />how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,<br />which is what I have been doing all day.<br />Tell me, what else should I have done?<br />Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?<br />Tell me, what is it you plan to do<br />with your one wild and precious life?<br /><br />"The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver, from The Truro Bear and Other Adventures: Poems and Essays. © Beacon Press, 2008.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-36086015376682219012008-06-29T11:28:00.001-07:002008-06-29T11:29:19.149-07:00...I notice, looking over last several posts, that I'm a fan of the ellipse.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-72856988116549809202008-06-29T09:46:00.001-07:002008-06-29T09:53:18.576-07:00Not Complaining... MuchThe weather, which had brought us the coldest spring in many years (colder than Siberia, we were told), has turned. Yesterday it got into the high 80's, today we'll hit 90.<br /><br />I shouldn't complain. Summer, right? It's supposed to be warm.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I am a wilting flower who only blooms in the 70's.<br /><br />The GOOD thing about the heat, is that it will start getting the lake heated to a tolerable temperature. This afternoon the plan is to take my first swim in preparation for the July 26th tri I've committed to. I will be wetsuited, but 64 degrees is still pretty cold.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-58973073920814204842008-06-26T19:41:00.001-07:002008-06-26T19:44:21.230-07:00Surfacing... again.I'm here! I'm alive! Where the hell did 4 months go?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.windowsmobile.com">This</a> is where I've been for the last few months. I PM'ed a major redesign of the site and worked harder than I have in my ENTIRE life. Harder, actually, than I want to work EVER again. But it's done, and I have my evenings and weekends back again. And it's good.<br /><br />And yes, the irony of working for that particular client is not lost on me. If any of my co-workers (whom I love dearly) find their way here and discover my secret, I can only hope that my dedication prompts them to forgive my inability to forego that which I dearly love. The heart wants what it wants.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-21178358867455592008-03-02T11:16:00.000-08:002008-03-02T11:18:13.960-08:00Be Very Afraid...That's what we're hearing from the Hillary camp. As this terrific video points out - we've heard it all before...<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceN8geCDbFg&rel=1&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceN8geCDbFg&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />(snagged from Betsey at <a href="http://www.mywhimislaw.com/">My Whim Is Law</a>.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-59324792764380481712008-01-28T22:51:00.000-08:002008-01-28T23:06:28.703-08:00Oh what a world it seems we live in...I was <strike>wasting some time</strike> walking down memory lane tonight, listening to old <a href="http://www.mythemes.tv/">tv themes</a> one of which was from ABC's Wide World of Sports. Anyone my age remembers the opening montage... "The thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat." And we remember the image that played along with the agony, a spectacular ski jumping crash, the guy spinning wildly out of control. It's etched, forever, in the mind's eye.<br /><br />So I wondered - whatever happened to the agony of defeat guy? Was he seriously injured? Did he go on to jump again? Is he still alive? Now - and this is where the amazing part comes in - it took me less than 10 seconds to find the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Agony_of_Defeat">answers</a> to ALL of those questions, thanks to google and wikipedia. It's a great story - go read it.<br /><br />But then it struck me how absolutely amazing of a time we live in. When I was a kid, if that question had popped into my head, the answer would have been... "Yeah, hm. I wonder." Short of going to the library and checking the microfiche (do they still have that now?), there would have been no way to find the answer. My kids will never know a time when such a wealth of information is more than a few keystrokes away.<br /><br />Absolutely amazing.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-58630871699039622152007-11-05T21:46:00.000-08:002007-11-06T09:44:35.582-08:00In Loving MemoryOur sweet girl Aggie died today; I was with her when she breathed her last. She went at home, quietly, and I petted her gently the whole time. Her absence leaves a far larger hole than you might believe, considering she was a cat who really didn't cotton much to being touched, or given much attention at all - she spent a lot of time in the basement (hence her nickname "skulky"), or sleeping on our bed. But she was our family, and we loved her, and we miss her. Goodnight little Agammemnon, rest well.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monagrrl/1883253147/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/1883253147_743112b607_m.jpg" width="193" height="240" alt="Little Aggie" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monagrrl/1884030218/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/1884030218_a1bd601522_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Big Aggie" /></a>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-87621157639302842592007-11-04T21:55:00.001-08:002007-11-04T21:58:28.539-08:00And Much Fun Was Had...<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephenspencer/1867317609/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/1867317609_dba7c618ac_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephenspencer/1867317609/">pineapple classic - before the start</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/stephenspencer/">spencerUW</a> </span></div>Well, it didn't rain, we didn't drop our pineapple, and we had a freakin' blast. Our team finished 123rd out of 251 4-person teams overall, and 25th out of 76 female 4-person teams. We all finished at just a sconce over 35minutes. and our combined finish time was 2:20:28.<br /><br />We wore cute t-shirts decorated by kids in the Comet room (with sewn on comet trails of red and gold) and started the race with silly plastic caps (which sadly came off once the sweat started).<br /><br />The obstacles were fun - tires to run through, a balance beam, a couple of walls to climb over and nets to climb under. My personal favorite was throwing the pineapple through a tire on top of a wall. I got it through on the first toss, and my teammate Elizabeth caught it expertly.<br /><br />Thanks tons to everyone who donated (and it's <a href="http://www.active.com/donate/2007pineapple/2007pineappleKSpence">not too late</a>, in case you meant to but didn't get around to it... I can collect 'em through the end of November).<br clear="all" />Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-80780909594581859422007-10-23T13:56:00.000-07:002007-10-23T14:10:46.179-07:00A Pineapple a Day...So, this whole triathlon thing has led to me becoming slightly insane. It apparently wasn't enough to just do the thing and get it over with and return to my previous inactive life... no, for some strange reason, I've continued to train, and have this idea that I want to sign up for a 5K every month between now and next tri season to keep me moderately motivated to continue running through the winter.<br /><br />Much thanks for this goes to my friend Shar who shows up at o'dark thirty a couple of mornings each week (if it isn't raining) to take me running at Green Lake, and who - when I say "are you SURE we should sign up?" peer pressures me past my resistance.<br /><br />Which leads me to the reason for this post. On November 3rd, I am going to participate in a 5K race, along with 3 friends, on a team we're calling "Faster than a speeding Comet roomer" (all of our kids went to the same preschool where the 4-5 year-old room is called the Comet room). It's not your ordinary 5K... there are obstacles that have to be overcome, and we have to do it while carrying - I kid you not - a pineapple. It's called the <a href="http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/all_page.adp?item_id=420821">Pineapple Classic</a>, it's a fund-raiser for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and I am collecting donations on my very own <a href="http://www.active.com/donate/2007pineapple/2007pineappleKSpence">donations</a> page. <br /><br />Come on - if the thought of me running (probably in the rain), climbing over things, and lugging a pineapple around doesn't motivate you to give some money, I'm not sure what would. I will even post a photo after the event, possibly even of me.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-31027510483646961292007-09-14T07:10:00.000-07:002007-09-14T07:12:39.927-07:00Food For Thought<b>Rumi - Guest House</b><br /><br />This being human is a guest house<br />Every morning a new arrival.<br />A joy, a depression, a meanness,<br />some momentary awareness comes<br />as an unexpected visitor.<br />Welcome and entertain them all!<br />Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,<br />who violently sweep your house<br />empty of its furniture,<br />still treat each guest honorably.<br />He may be clearing you out for some new delight.<br />The dark thought, the shame, the malice,<br />meet them at the door laughing,<br />and invite them in.<br />Be grateful for whoever comes,<br />because each has been sent<br />as a guide from beyond.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-89104874484963219072007-09-13T16:20:00.000-07:002007-09-13T16:21:31.117-07:00I'm Not Dead Yet!Though sadly, this place has been for far too long. That's going to change, and soon... there's just too much that's happened in the last couple of months that I need to document, and more stuff coming down the line. And when you're talking to your mom on the phone and says "so are you ever going to write anything in your blog again?" I think it's a sure sign either of the apocalypse or that it is indeed time to update.<br /><br />For today, a triumph. In my morning yoga class (a week-long intensive), I started out in prasarita padottanasana (note: the images are NOT me, but use your imagination, 'mkay?):<br /><br /><img src="http://www.yogajournal.com/media/2963-41.jpg" border="0"><br /><br />and using only my stomach muscles, floated my legs out sideways and up into a headstand:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.yogajournal.com/media/2927-13.jpg"><br /><br />FWOOP. Just like that. Okay, it was slower than "fwoop" seems to indicate, but still. I was so excited I almost fell over, but managed to keep my balance for 20 seconds or so before coming back down in a vaguely graceful manner.<br /><br />So miracles do happen. Like effortless headstands. And me writing here again.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-44128334633529588502007-07-10T14:55:00.000-07:002007-07-10T15:00:45.332-07:00UpdatesCar: Drive shaft failure. Covered by a the sweet 10/100000 VW Powertrain Warranty. Thank GOODNESS.<br /><br />Movie: <i>Ratatouille</i> was AWESOME. Tomorrow we have tickets in hand for <i>Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</i>. <br /><br />Work: Last day today. A few possibilities on the horizon. Looking forward to a laid-back August.<br /><br />Mercury Retrograde: O-ver.<br /><br />Weather: Predicted to be FECKIN HOT. In the 90's! Hello.... Seattle?Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-87518761881296405372007-07-03T20:20:00.000-07:002007-07-10T14:53:37.368-07:00Life is What Happens When You're Busy Making Other PlansIt has been a day of punches, and of me doing my best to roll with them. I mostly succeeded.<br /><br />It took <i>Brother Bear 2</i> to completely undo me.<br /><br />Rewind to this morning, when I was on the receiving end of one of those talks. You know, the ones that start with your manager saying "There's no easy way to say this..." and ends with you beginning to disentangle yourself physically and emotionally from an office that you thought might be one in which you could happily stay for awhile. Into the bag go the lego Harry, Ron, Hermione and Snape, followed by the stuffed peep and Dory ("just keep swimming" indeed!), Kim Possible, and Elastigirl. The family photos and kid artwork will stay up 'til next week, just so it's not COMPLETELY depressing to go in a few more times as I try to be productive and leave some useful words behind.<br /><br />But, even as a few minor waves of panic rolled through at the thought of having to continue the scratch and troll of the freelance life I thought I was leaving behind, behind it was some calm and relief. This one wasn't the right fit. The people were good people, but not necessarily my people, the work was not what had I thought it would be. It wasn't done with malice, but even so the result is the same: back to the search.<br /><br />Still (roll), by the time I arrived home, I had reached some equilibrium and felt emotionally lighter... like summer vacation was truly just around the corner. We had promised the kids we'd go see <i>Ratatouille</i> so after dinner off we went, driving across town to the Majestic Bay Theatre... a bit farther than necessary, but worth it (says my movie theater snob husband) for the better experience. <br /><br />Accelerating from the stop sign we heard and felt the "clunk" and experienced the inability to shift into ANY gear. Traffic was light, we were lucky and got it pulled over and parked on the side of the road without incident... but there was no driving it. It sits, even now, with a note on the dashboard and will sit there until after the holiday passes before we can discover how deeply we'll need to dig to pay for what can't be anything but costly repairs.<br /><br />And still again (roll)... it was a beautiful evening, sunny and breezy. Despite the disappointment, we all took in stride and enjoyed the walk through a nice neighbourhood to the bus stop. The busses arived in good time and we came home to watch the Netflixed selection that just arrived today: Brother Bear 2.<br /><br />Before we settled in, I did a final check on baseball scores. The Mariners had managed to have one of their worst games of the season, losing 17-3 to Kansas City (of all teams!). And my Tigers... a 5-4 extra innings loss to Cleveland. It's a game - I know - but it means a lot to me, and I can't help but add these outcomes to the tally of crap. I voted a few more times to help get Jeremy Bonderman on the All-Star team and triend to remember that the season is a marathon, not a sprint (roll).<br /><br />We started the movie. I was weepy within the first 10 minutes. This isn't actually anything unexpected; it's a rare movie I watch that doesn't, at some point, evoke a welling up of emotion, accompanied by good-natured teasing by my other family members. But by the movie's end, even I had to acknowledge that there was more going on than a reaction to McGrizzly (aka Kenai, voiced this time around by Patrick Dempsey) almost dying but then being reunited with the girl he'd loved since childhood when she decides to become a bear too. <br /><br />Letting out the frustrations and fears of the day? You bet. Some catharsis? Most definitely. Not <i>Where The Red Fern Grows</i>-level complete-body sobbing catharsis, but enough for now. <br /><br />And speaking of now it's time for a good night's slep so I can recharge and get ready for whatever tomorrow brings. It's bound to be better, right? I'm hoping that it will necessitate a LOT less rolling.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-3282923380444846642007-06-18T23:33:00.000-07:002007-06-19T07:23:10.752-07:00Morning GiggleIM ON YUR BLOG<br />FREEKIN OUT YUR READRS<br /><br />***<br /><br />This is what I get for leaving my blog post window open and going to bed before my silly spouse... a reference, of course, to this (for you Sopranos fans):<br /><br /><img src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/799/pauliezqr8.jpg">Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-32056111221453733612007-06-15T08:46:00.000-07:002007-06-15T09:24:04.477-07:00Rites of PassageThis is something that my boy may be embarrassed about me sharing publicly sometime in the future, but hey - I figure I'm setting him up for therapy in myriad ways, so this will be just a drop in the bucket.<br /><br />After a great baseball season, he's now playing for a few more weeks on the all-star team. As the tournaments they're competing in play with hard balls rather than the softcore ones he's used up until now, the coaches recommend that the boys wear "protection" in their nether regions to deflect balls that might take unfortunate bounces.<br /><br />So yesterday, Stephen took boy to the sporting goods store and got him his first ever cup, or as Nathan calls it "the weenie shield." Good times!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-16434883569076980732007-06-12T23:23:00.000-07:002007-06-12T23:27:35.127-07:00I Am LameWhy? Because life ain't so very bad and here I am not writing about it! In fact, life is really pretty good today, as Justin Verlander threw a no-no (the 1st Tiger no-hitter since Jack Morris in 1984). It was a thing of beauty; Sophie and I were home watching the last two innings and I got all verklempt and shaky after the final out was recorded. <br /><br />Other things are good too, like sleep. It's late and I'm tired. But I'll be back.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-77612101721924782622007-05-09T19:16:00.000-07:002007-05-09T19:18:34.865-07:00Today...... has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.<br /><br />Now, off to yoga to hopefully breathe and let some of it go.<br /><br />(Hi.)Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327906.post-73443954165791413812007-04-02T09:47:00.000-07:002007-04-02T10:02:12.294-07:00Opening Day<i>For, lo, the winter is past,<br />The rain is over and gone;<br />The flowers appear on the earth;<br />The time of the singing of birds is come,<br />And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.</i><br /><br />Ah, I love this day. So much hope, all possibilities open. I'm listening to the Tigers pre-game show right now and am trying not to bounce out of my seat with the excitement of it all. Okay, so part of that might be the caffeine high, as I've only had coffee and dark yummy chocolate this morning thus far. I feel a little like Persephone, coming up from the underworld after a long 6 months and finally getting to see the sun and eat something other than pomegranate seeds.<br /><br />This afternoon, we'll get the kids out of school early and make our way to Safeco to see the Mariners play, and hopefully put the Oakland curse of last year behind them.<br /><br />Play ball, y'all!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01967956792274046655noreply@blogger.com0