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saturday d joined boog and i for no pants pancakes, and then came with me to take boog to my mom's so he wouldn't have to wake up early with us to head out there. so, d met my mom and the extended family of jenny, damon, and the boys. my mom was a volunteer for the ride, and it was funny because we were biking down the road and i see this lady sitting in a lawn chair at one of the intersections, and i am all "aw, look at the nice old lady in the floppy hat" and it ends up being my mom. i got water from her and we continued on.
damon took the kids fishing in the morning.
boog caught a fish. then damon caught the hook through his thumb and had to go to the ER. comedy.
after, mom made us lunch, boog continued to play with the boys, and d and i got back on our bikes and did probably another 5 miles or so, showing d around milan and biking the nature trails because we are freaks.
between that and boog living it up at a cookout with d's family on friday, boog had a pretty whirlwind weekend. of course, because there were People Much More Interesting Than Mommy in the picture, i was pretty much ignored. however, on the ride home boog insisted i hold his hand as he fell asleep in the car.
i might be not as exciting, but when all is said and done, i'm mommy.
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this? BEYOND AWESOME.
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Bushwoman of the apocalpse
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Boog is really good at taking pictures with my blackberry.
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Because you cannot possibly have too many pictures of boog and d.
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but!
a couple nights ago, boog got out of bed all by his freaking self to go potty. and then went back into bed. i am very proud.
tuesday when d and i took boog to fly kites, he had to go potty. i offered to take him, but OH NO, he wanted to use the MENS ROOM because he is a MAN now. fortunately, d is a doll and had no problem taking boog to the potty. d was all YEAH HE NEEDS TO USE THE *MAN'S* ROOM.
boog talks a lot when he is on the potty. boog talks a lot when he's doing pretty much anything. so the story was relayed to me that d had an extended conversation with boog about how much boog loves his mommy. while boog is taking a dump.
only my child.
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on the way home, we're at the crosswalk, light turns green, we go. stupid inbred fucking dumbass bitch of a cuntbag was turning left out of our complex and i notice she wasn't bothering to slow down, so i did, and her fucking car missed boog's tire by a foot. i yell bloody murder at her and flip her off and i know what her car looks like [no i didnt get her fucking license plate so dont fucking ask] and so help me fucking god when i encounter her again she's not gonna like it too much.
most people are, for the most part, selfish unevolved douchebags who do not give a crap about anyone or aything except their own survival. when i encounter individuals that actually exhibit kindness, perseverance, and possibly a little respect, i cherish it like gold.
also limiting myself out in the general public helps.
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Jersey is in!
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...and a squeak toy.
i don't know where its coming from, but it sounds like its looking for a mate.
between that and boog's chicken race game thats been sitting in his toybox for months now untouched but yet will spontaneously play its banjo music on occasion, i am not surprised that i have overcome my fear of anything that lives in the woods.
speaking of, the resident skunk is female. how do i know this? because she is a mom now. last week i was tending the garden and i saw her walk out, but she was walking kinda funny, like parts of her were wandering off on their own. i then noticed she had 4 tails. for the past week she has been wandering out into the yard, and the 3 babies stick to her like wee skunky glue and OMG they are so small and adorable and i would scoop them up and love them if i knew it wouldn't seal my fate of not having any kind of social life for the rest of the summer.
one of the babies was wandering around by itself today but i was too slow in getting a picture.
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Reason number 4563247 why living in the woods is awesome
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Happy 4th!
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My mnom gave me red white and blue lights and some sparkle stars for the holiday. So we hung them on d's house. D is putting the stars in the bush and he named it george herbert walker.
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(8:57:10 AM) RevSphynx: they pass right through?
(8:57:14 AM) workbatty: yeah!
(8:57:18 AM) RevSphynx: woo!
(8:57:18 AM) workbatty: heh i knew youd get it
(8:57:29 AM) workbatty: i was all "holy crap!" literally.
(8:57:31 AM) RevSphynx: I'm your go-to man for ass and poop talk.
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scored a fun bike tonight.
her name is the tl;dr.
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Date: 06/27/2009
Start: 10:30:00
End: 02:30:00
Time Taken: 04:00:00
Total Distance: 66.01 mi.
Burned: 2,573 (kcal)
Pace: 03:37 (avg)
Speed: 16.5 (mi/hr) (avg)
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people are sad.
rage starts when some people say "HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE SAD ABOUT $CELEBRITY_X WHEN $CELEBRITY_Y WAS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT"
which leads to "WHERE WAS YOUR PUBLIC OUTPOURING OF SADNESS WHEN $PREVIOUS_DEAD_CELEBRITY DIED, HUH? WHY ARE YOU NOT VALIDATING MY OWN PERSONAL OPINIONS OF ENTERTAINMENT ICONS"
cue "OMG YOU GUYS. DEATH HAPPENS. GET OVER IT. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXPRESS SADNESS EVER"
and then "YOU CANNOT EXPRESS SADNESS OVER SUCH FRIVOLITIES EVER BECAUSE $CURRENT_WORLD_SOCIAL_ISSUE STILL RAGES ON!!!!"
your turn.
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A day in the park
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Today we had a picnic, played soccer, fed the fish, and rode bikes.
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boog was helpful by clearing out some flowers that crapped out when i was outta town and totally forgot to ask IT jay to water my plants. oops.
spent the evening tending the garden. expanded the trellis for the snap peas, planted round 2 of broccoli and swiss chard, and did damage control on my herb box which suffered the wrath of the clogged gutter above. i really gotta call maintenance about that.
in true tradition, the hummingbird scared the crap outta me last night, which happens every year. i'll be sitting on my patio minding my own business, then i hear this huge buzz and i'm all OMG HUGE FREAKING BUG and i freak and scare the little guy off. at least i now know that he's benefiting from my flowers.
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tangent.
on our drive back from NY, we stopped to eat. he gave me a glimpse into his sense of humor, and consequently a small test on whether or not i'd get him. humor compatibility is pretty important, imo. so he told me the stupidest joke on the face of the earth. i passed with flying colors by laughing uncontrollably for, like, the next hour. srsly, i could not stop. and it has been awesome ever since.
he opens up the car door for me every single time. he made me pull his finger. *that's* love, people.
end tangent.
saturday my intention was to hit 60 miles on the bike, which i probably could have accomplished if i hadn't overlooked that minute detail of the, oh....20 MPH winds coming from the west, yanno, the direction i was headed. that hurt a little. i did, however, manage about 44 miles in under 3 hours - lakewood to lorain and back, pretty much - despite this, still averaging my 15mph that i prefer to do.
saturday evening was listening to the glory of
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thedarksiren at her recital @ CSU. she is sheer brilliance and i well up with emotion when i hear her sing. thank you for letting us be a part of that, dawndawn.i made d cream cheese and strawberry preserve stuffed french toast for fathers day breakfast. his son had some of the leftovers and i guess i scored some cool points there. go me.
did another 20 on the bike and then hit the tanning bed place and no i really dont give a shit what you think about tanning beds :D
boog had had more of his fill of fathers day because when nicole dropped him off he was a screaming mimi and it took me like 3 hours to get him callmed down and to sleep last night. this week will involve a lot of biking and swimming and i gotta figure out something fun to do with him over the weekend.
as an aside: i have not set foot in a bar and gotten hosed in about a month.
d and i are doing 50 miles in the pedal erie [county] metroparks next month. should be fun.
for the first time in...well, since the torrential hormone onslaught of puberty, really - i can honestly say that i am happy and content with the way things are and not typing it as some farce to appease the general public. i am loving that.
ive also been listening to bluegrass all afternoon. its like y'all dont know me anymore.
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someone happened across this on youtube and i completely forgot about it.
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....aaaaaand that's when i deleted my myspace profile.
good riddance.
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more later. i'm dead.
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thank you.
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acted like an asshole in the woods
and not needing rocks
then we left.
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thank you and goodnight.
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List of Authorized Personnel who can call me Mandy and not die a Horrible, Painful, Slow, and also Horrible Death:
updated 06.01.09
- my mom.
- the_macross.
- boss' sister.
NO MORE.
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Yes, boog DOES dress himself. How did you know?
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mommy bike. boog bike. you can see my shoes and biking gloves drying out in the sun on the chair outside. they are still wet. i like using 'boog' as an adjective.
i'm not one to put too much sadness into negative experiences - negative things make you who you are today just as much as the positives. while reading these things invoked the occasional embarassment, disbelief, and internal sayings of "holy shit, did i do that?", i have to say i am really happy about who and where i am now. for example, last night - a friday night - without boog, and there's half a bottle of vodka in my kitchen and has remained untouched for almost a month.
a long time ago, i did that 'anonymous comment' meme and one of the comments that has stuck with me was worded something like 'i miss goth you.' from a purely aesthetic standpoint, i sometimes miss that, too. on a more personal level, however, i realize that 'goth' me was pretty much just a tool of entertainment for the masses, quietly destroying myself for the amusement of The Scene. i do know if i had continued down that path, things would have been way, way worse, and more than likely i'd be dead by now.
my life isn't perfect by any means right now - i'm barely making it financially, and my current living situation is less than optimal, but i am healthier - physically as well as mentally, i have a child that kicks all kinds of ass, and really, i am way better off right now overall.
hell, past me wouldn't even be able to type such an entry. i am glad i have changed.
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post ride. please note the mud on my face and the small river that followed me home.
those of you in northeast ohio can now look out your window and ponder what i just wrote.
yes, i did. but we'll get to that.
tonight's ride ticked off a small list of accomplishments. it wasn't a particularly long ride - 22 miles from my door to cedar point road and back. however, i managed to swallow my intimidation and do strictly road, which if you recall, i dont like to do because i feel that is reserved for the pros. i did it anyway. this is small accomplishment #1.
which leads into small accomplishment #2, where i not only managed to keep up with not one, but *two* pros, but THEY drafted ME. ME. so i kept pace with them for about 5-6 miles, when one of the guys, who was wearing an earbud so he could listen to the tribe game, informed us that they just pulled out the tarps over the field.
this was on mile 9.
the storm hit on mile 10. we're talking solid, wall-o-water deluge that was not very merciful. i have zero problems riding in the rain, although i choose not to do it. i really had two choices - find some shelter and sit it out, which could have possibly lead me to ride in the dark, which i dont like doing at all, or batty up and keep on chugging.
i chose the latter.
there just comes a point where you become just soaked to the bone, plowing through seemingly impassable bodies of water, and you just dont give a crap anymore because you just want to get home. it almost becomes like swimming. i can't see because the water is pouring down my face, and i'm growling. i am growling at the goddamn parkway because it is full of potholes and really, the path is in a better state of repair than the road.
maybe its more like drowning - where you struggle and fight for a while and then the water overtakes you and you become calm and just go with the flow, because really, there's nothing else you can do.
i got drafted AGAIN on the way home. fucker.
the rain let up for a brief moment, but by the time i hit 82, it was in full force again. 82 is a rather traffic heavy highway. fortunately i only had to ride about a mile or so on it. but, that small hill going up to 130th + torrential rain = riding through a goddamn river upstream.
as you would predict, the rain let up just as i put my foot on my front doorstep. small accomplishment #3: i upped my personal record of consecutive miles ridden in the rain by a good 5, leaving me at a whopping *11* this evening.
my hair is still soaked, my clothes are still making drippy noises into the bathtub from my shower curtain rod and i took them off an hour ago, my shoes are waterlogged and in the hallway along with my rather waterlogged bike. i feel fucking awesome.
i made a crapload of oatmeal motherfucking pancakes and nobody's gonna stop me from eating them. this could possibly be considered small accomplishment #4.
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