Friday, August 29, 2008


I was feeling very pleased with myself for completing the NYTimes crossword puzzle on Wednesday. Seriously, I got every clue and you know the puzzles get progressively harder as the week goes on I was feeling smug. I thought, "oh, go ahead, check out rex parker's blog and see how he rated this one. I'm guessing medium..." HA! His rating--EEEEEEEEEASY. I mean it, there were at least that many es in his easy. Serves me right.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Degrees of Separation

I love the interconnectedness of life. Just this summer I met a woman who grew up in Midland, Texas. JKA and I spent a very long thirteen months there when our children were little. It never rained, scorpions fell from the light fixtures and tarantulas the size of my hand littered the streets but I digress. It wasn't terribly odd to meet someone from Midland what was strange was that her brother lives in the same tiny east coast town where I grew up. Stranger still, we were having this conversation on a barge in northern Ontario on the way to collect our sons from a small wilderness camp. At this same camp I met an individual who added a new element to the degrees of separation game we play. You know, the game made famous by Kevin Bacon, where you try to see how many degrees of separation there are between you and say, George Bush(none we met him in an air hangar in Midland). Now there is just one degree of separation between me and the likes of Brad Pitt and George Clooney. Heady stuff that. This is the biggest boost this game has had since my friend Tracy moved here from LA.  She knows almost everyone.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Uh Oh

Yesterday was the first day of school for my kids and they came home bubbling over with stories to tell and work to share. Speaking of bubbles, I have gotten sucked into playing this. It could be a very long school year.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

A Krogering we go

JKA and I have a wonderful new Sunday routine. We  hop our bikes and head to Kroger feeling very virtuous. Even more so as we pack up our reusable Trader Joe's bags and head home loaded down with back to school snacks and dinner makings for the week. With a morning like that we feel no guilt about sitting poolside and enjoying one of the last few days of summer break.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Next Life

In my next life I want to work here.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


Just eighty days left before the Outer Banks Marathon.  I Convinced JKA to come out of retirement and run this with me and he is threatening to hold my hand as we cross the finish line. This is highly unlikely as he refers to running with me as PAIN FREE. As in, I am sooo slow that running with me is a breeze. There is no way that I can listen to that for 13.1 miles. In other running news,  my real running partner( Shoshana) is running the full with her husband. She is training hard and getting much faster and I think she will finish in under five hours (which is my extremely humble pr). I told you I was slow.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Whiter smile

I am sitting here with a whitening tray in my mouth grumbling incoherently at my children. They think it's funny. We spent the morning at Target  gathering an endless supply of back to school items where I was able to grumble at them more coherently. I noticed other mothers doing the same. Ah, the most wonderful day of the year is almost upon us-- school starts Tuesday. Actually, it has been a pretty good summer. Two of the boys went to a wonderful camp in New Hampshire(camp deerwood) where they spent hours water skiing and shooting guns. Things they definitely wouldn't have been doing at home. Our eldest spent the summer in Ontario at another fabulous camp( Wabun ) paddling 750 miles--all the way to the James Bay. He came home with a gleem in his eye, a spring in his step and a real sense of confidence. Things I am happy to see in any sixteen year old boy. We missed them all but they were certainly exposed to activities for which we would have had neither the time nor inclination. Best of all, S got to be an only child for the first time in her little life. I think she liked it.
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