Thursday, February 10, 2011

I don't Run

If you were to ask one of my Wee Ones what Mama does they might say something like

Makes me brush my teeth, Reads books....Seriously lots of books, Drives me places, Makes me vodka smoothies for breakfast.

One thing they would be certain of is that Mama does not run

Maybe if there is a bear chasing her

but seriously,

Mama does not run.

I have learned to embrace that in myself.

I have bad knees and once upon a time I tried to be a runner.

I have lots of friends that are very gifted runners and I wanted to play too.  It's hard to be on the sidelines.

I was however, only given the option of being a really slow runner and using a walker when I am 60 or finding other ways to get my carcass moving that don't involve high impact to my lower extremities.

I opted for a little romance with the elliptical trainer instead.

I am a really awesome cheerleader though. Just ask my friends.  There is the whole upside to being a cheerleader than means you can have the extra glass of wine too, but really it was about the knees.

So anyway I have this friend.

She's pretty awesome.

She's a runner and she's a writer.  If she wasn't so awesome I just might not share my wine with her.

The thing about her writing is that she makes me feel like a runner.

This is no small feat.

Translating the high, the love, the lessons, the freedom and the power that come with a sport like running to those of us who are propulsionally challenged is like dropping me into the middle of a mass in France.  I know when to stand and kneel, the rhythm is the same and I've heard it a thousand times before, but I can't fully understand because they are just not speaking my language.

Kristin is my iphone translator app for running.

Maybe it's because it's not really all about running.

It translates because it isn't about splits and pace but about life and love, parenting and relating.

I could tell you to buy her book because she's my friend and I love her.

I could tell you to buy her book because she is a great writer.

Both are true.

But I will tell you to buy her book because when she uses her gift for words I can feel the wind in my face finding my "running" in other ways and I am reminded that I am everything that I want to be.

And seriously, who doesn't want to feel that way?

Kristin Armstrong

Mile Markers: The 26.2 Most Important Reasons Why Women Run

It comes out on March 1st and you can pre-order it here or at your local indie bookseller


A simple trip to the library

I like books

I like the library

My local library lets you reserve your titles online from any branch in the city.  
Then they email you when your books have arrived so you can pick them up. 

It's like amazon delivering the books to my house, except free.

At least at the time of service.

I just won't think about my property tax bill.

But darn it, aside from Super Son's amazing gift of a Third Grade Teacher


the all important Hero Husband's salary

it is now my favorite allocation of tax dollars.

Forget roads and bridges

Go public libraries!

So the other day I get an email that my books are ready to be picked up

I load up the wee ones and head off to the library.

They can't quite get over the chance to check out as many books as they can get me to read to them.

Oh and they have their own library cards.

I remember my first library card.

I felt like I had just gotten my drivers license, my first checkbook, whatever.  
I had a card, with my name on it...of my very own.

I had arrived.

This is the look that my precious wee ones have when they present their cards for check out.

Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye.

After we are done checking out we head over to the field behind the library.

If you walk far enough through it you pop out in a park. 

Check out as many books as you want,

Mama carries the bag,

we get to go stomping through the fields

and play on the play ground.

Needless to say there wasn't any argument.

Across the field we go. 

The grass was a bit high in places.

Cute little buggers look like criminals.

Set down the cookie and put your hands over your head!

Katydid loved sliding on her own.

Step back Ma I've got this under control.

Super Son opted for a little zen time on the swing

seriously he was saying Ohm the whole time.

Sadly all good things must end

and the sun was setting

and we still had to hike back across the big field

This of course did not stop Miss Thing from declaring herself 

King of the Mountain

To which Super Son declared

I'm the Guardian of the King

an arrangement that apparently pleased the King.

The End.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

It snowed in Austin last Friday

It hardly happens and since we aren't going skiing for Super Son's birthday
this year he was really excited to have a Central Texas version 
of a snowball fight with his sister.

What is a Central Texas snowball fight you ask?

A snowball fight where the snowballs are made from the 1/8 inch of snow that has managed to accumulate on any surface that was both cold enough and stationary to allow it.  

This means cars, mailboxes, picnic tables, streets and the always flat bucket lid 
that someone left in the yard.

It also means that your snowballs are 83% more likely to have some kind of debris in them.

In other out for the flying snowball with a stick poking out of the side.

Oh, and because it was below 80 degrees the district cancelled school for the day.

I kid, it was below 20 degrees.


Much like snowball fights, sledding in Central Texas is a little different too.

We don't generally have a garage full of sleds, snow boots and the other assorted items 
that make a snow day fun.

In Central Texas we have laundry baskets...
that we tie ropes to and drag each other through the snow.

Miss Thing has managed to convince all the boys around her that it is their duty in life to ferry her around regardless of the conditions

Girl has mad skills

Happy snow day everyone!