Wicked Pissah

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Someone went to Boston for the first time and got a hat for the occasion.  First time on a plane.  First time out of Kentucky.  First time meeting family.  First time with the duck boats.

Despite a few massive BMs when going through security, she was a champ during both flights.

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This was a trip to see family, so it involved lots of chaos and yelling (happy yelling, that’s just how this side of the family talks to each other) and food and, of course, beeah and the Pats.

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(At one point Paul actually asked me, “Wait, why is there a Dunkin Donuts on every corner?”)

HH also got to meet her great granny.

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They bonded over not having any teeth.

Now we’re back in Kentucky, it is really dark and really rainy and I am feeling really uninspired (if that isn’t obvious).   ALTHOUGH!  The office advent calendar is out again!  Of course!  Right next to my desk!  Because it’s Advent!  Which means every morning there is a gathering right by the entrance to my cube.

This morning’s gathering turned into a verbal confrontation between a Catholic coworker and another coworker who is the wife of a Baptist minister.  Apparently the Catholic woman stole the Jesus out of the Baptist woman’s nativity scene that she set up by her desk, because Jesus hasn’t been born yet.  This is the ADVENT.  We’re waiting and preparing.

Anyway, the theme for this year’s calendar?

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Angry birds.  I built the green pig.

More energy to follow.

Danger zone

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This sign was posted on the front door of our office…which you reach after you’ve walked across the parking lot covered in a sheet of ice.  “Genius”.

Speaking of danger zones, tomorrow morning first thing we are hopping on a plane with you know who to fly to Boston.

20131127_075722To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement.

Also, fun Thanksgiving fact I just learned from a friend (who happens to be an amazing beer critic/writer/I’m not sure what her official title is), the pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock instead of continuing down to Virginia, their intended destination, because they ran out of beer.   Seems perfectly logical to me.

Have a happy, healthy, warm Thanksgiving.

Squirrels Gone Wild

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A few days ago I was booking it home on the final stretch of a run (Paul was starving and wanted to make something called Meatball Nirvana) when something very large fell from the sky and landed on the sidewalk about a foot in front of me, causing me to scream and throw myself onto a nearby lawn.

When I was in high school we were standing on the deck of the pool one afternoon when a dead seagull fell out of the sky and landed right next to my sister. Honest to god. It was one of the weirder things I’ve ever seen happen in my life.

What almost landed on me during my run was not a seagull.  Obviously.

You know how squirrels make those death-defying leaps between trees 20 feet up and somehow always seem to make it?  Well, this one didn’t.  I have never seen that happen before.  Amazingly, it was fine.  It stood there stunned for a second, looked at me, then turned in a few frantic circles before it scampered back up the tree to probably do exactly the same thing.  Because squirrels are stupid.

I spent the rest of the run wondering if squirrels carry rabies and what would have happened if I were a faster runner and the squirrel had landed on my head.  I’ve had a bird attack my head before while running (true story, ask Paul, he was there) but never a mammal.  The perils of running.

P.S. Picture via here…a website called News for Squirrels.  Really.  How much news can there be.

Bluck Blucka Bluck MUCKA BLUCKA!

Music Mondays! (I just made that up, I think this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything musical on a Monday).  Either way, this song/video is  someone’s current favorite.

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Paul plays it to calm her down.   (You can tell she was angry before, because when she gets upset she pulls her hair/grabs her ears.  She still has one hand on her head gripping her hair, which means she’s still deciding whether or not she’s pissed.)

It is also a song that will be stuck in your head the rest of the day.  You’re welcome.

11.12.13

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Like everywhere else on the east coast, it snowed here last night.  And so of course the cat refused to go outside and peed in the house.  Fantastic.

So long, fall.  You were great while you lasted.

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Twice the fun

IMG_20131106_112028I went for my run a little later than usual this morning, and the crossing guards for the local elementary schools were out.  They guarded me when I was crossing, which I thought was hilarious (because I’m not 3 feet tall) but also made my day.  It’s the little things.

The trees are out in full force.

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And leaves rain down on you.

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Paul is interviewing for residencies right now, and there’s a chance we’ll be back out in CA next year.  I think about that on these runs.  If we do move, I will miss running here this time of year.  A lot.

IMG_20131106_111259Speaking of running in the bluegrass, Margaret just sent me an email and let me know that she has registered…

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…for Run the Bluegrass at the end of March!  Guess that means two races for me this spring.  I AM SO EXCITED!

Get Crazy

Weekends around here.  I mean…

(And yes, I realize the video is objectively not that funny, but obviously I thought it was hilarious.  Weird things happen when you don’t sleep.)

P.S. I promise to lighten up on the baby posts soon.

Happy Monday.

Dark ‘n’ Stormy

IMG_20131031_113953“Watching” the World Series.  

We all hit a pretty big wall about mid-week.  Except for a tiny someone.  Going back to work is taking its toll.

Today is super dark and stormy.  Appropriate for Halloween, right?  Or so you’d think.  Turns out it can be TOO dark and stormy.

Trick or treating has been cancelled tonight.  Seriously. The mayor made the announcement this morning.  I had no idea that mayors had that power to re-assign holidays.  Apparently they do.

I’ve decided to celebrate anyway by spending some quality time in the lactation station freaking myself out.  I have a short run on the docket for after work, but with the storm outside it probably means a treadmill run.  So the odds of that happening are…slim to none.

So on this dark and stormy night  I will probably go home and watch Donnie Darko.  And maybe dress HH up in the 4-sizes-too-big pea pod costume that Marsha got her at the baby consignment store for a dollar.  Because I don’t have enough energy to do much else.

Happy Halloween.

Update: Peapod costume fits!  Trick or treat success.

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Someone just said it looks like Paul is holding a stuffed animal.