Okay, Todd hasn't posted yet because he's off getting ready for a trip to Fort Bliss, and I'm really trying not to steal his thunder here, but holy crap, this weekend he ran 26.2 miles in 5 hours and 48 seconds, and if I don't get to tell you all how proud of him I am, my head just might explode.
I'll let him post the pictures and link to his results and describe the gory details of the course, but I just had to let you know - right here, right now - that he's awesome.
If you're interested (and I don't want to know if you aren't), the Washington Post has video of everyone crossing the finish line. To see Todd, go here and skip to 12:45. You'll see him walking on the left side, crossing the line at 5:12.50 (gun time).
Also, here's a picture I snapped just before the start of the race. As the whole crowd was singing the national anthem, two V-22 Ospreys flew overhead and dipped their wings to the crowd.
Saturday we started the hardwood in our hallway. After measuring, re-measuring, then scrapping our measurements and re-drawing all our lines, we finally placed the first two rows. Sunday afternoon, we tore up half of the carpet in the office and glued down three more rows. We now have a strip of hardwood, about 15 inches wide, running through our house. The cats are displeased and refuse to touch the strange new surface. Apparently, they prefer BARE CONCRETE.
Monday I woke up with a painfully swollen knee. Since I'd been kneeling on concrete for two days, it didn't seem that weird, so I went to work not particularly concerned about the egg-sized knot on my knee. But it continued to swell throughout the day and became pretty much unbearably painful to bend. When my pants started feeling like someone was taking a cheese grater to my kneecap, I figured I'd better take a look. Sure enough, it's another case of cellulitis. And it hurts like a mofo.
This is the third time this has happened. I have all kinds of cat scratches and random scrapes and open wounds, and yet, the only time I ever get an infection is from a damn BUG BITE. Mosquitoes and ants are my kryptonite.
Update 3:30 PM:
I went to see my doctor because, while the swelling has gone down and the creepy red lines have receded, the red area on my knee is not shrinking and is, in fact, growing. I am alarmed.
My doctor, however, was not exactly in a listening mood, and attempted to prescribe me over-the-counter hydrocortisone cream to deal with my "bug bite." I, being unaware of any antibiotic properties associated with Cortizone-10, tried again to gently, if slightly desperately, explain that I was not showing her an allergic reaction, I was showing her a skin infection that I really don't want eating my leg. After a few more rounds ("Hahaha, you’re gonna need an epi-pen!" "No, I’m not, but I could sure use some ANTIBIOTICS."), she finally coughed up a prescription for some stronger antibiotics and shoved me out the door. Now granted, it had probably been a long day and I was taking up one of her appointment slots on a moment's notice, but this? This was not my usual pleasant experience with this doctor, and I can't help but feel slightly irritated.
Carpet and baseboard removal commenced last night. Oh dear god in heaven, what have we gotten ourselves into?
"Parents use religion to avoid vaccines"
To sum up the article, because these people think that vaccines might have a teeny tiny un-proven chance of maybe (MAYBE) causing a problem, they believe their children will be much better off with no protection from measles, mumps, chickenpox, diphtheria, or whooping cough. And so they lie to get out of vaccinating their offspring.
Normally, I am not a big fan of protecting people from their own stupidity. For instance, I would love to see helmet laws and seatbelt laws abolished, if only there was a way to ensure that if you're injured while not wearing a helmet or seatbelt, you don't get any of my money to help your dumb ass recover. Protecting the chronically stupid against their will isn't doing the gene pool any favors.
So, if it was just a matter of personal risk, then I'd be happy with letting people opt out (as long as they weren't eligible for my tax dollars if their child does wind up sick or retarded or dead). The way I see it, it's just survival of the fittest. But if the anti-vaccine movement IS a health risk to the public, then, much like smokers, polluters, and drunk drivers, it's not their right to hurt other people's health because of their stupidity. And therefore, a Wiffle bat to the head might not be amiss.
After taking a few weeks off, Operation We’re Effing Crazy has resumed full force. We’ve confirmed our carpet selection for the bedrooms, finalized the order for the kitchen countertops, and we’ll begin installing the hardwood floors in the hallway this weekend. Right now we’re in the middle of trying to pick out a backsplash for the kitchen. The last two nights I’ve dreamed of nothing but tile. Well, tile and squirrels, but the squirrels aren’t relevant to this discussion.
Hokay, here is the kitchen. (That’s a sweet kitchen.) (ROUND!) This was taken this past weekend, so it’s a fair representation of the current state. Note the fabulous, new, WORKING appliances that I carefully resist smooching every time I walk by. Also note the position of the cat. This is her spot, where she relaxes while we cook, and it is located precisely where one steps when turning from the stove to the fridge. The two of us have almost died countless times, and you would think she’d have learned by now.
Here’s a sample of our new countertops. I’m afraid it doesn’t do the granite justice, so you’ll just have to trust me when I tell you it’s going to be gorgeous.
And here’s part of the backsplash we’re considering. This is part of the “accent” area on the wall behind the stove. I am totally, completely in love with the little crackle glass tiles. They don’t look like much here, but again, trust me, they’re awesome. I just don’t know if they’re right for our kitchen.
Oh, and have I mentioned that I’m currently in full-blown panic mode right now? We’re having my sister and her husband for a weekend in November, and holy crap our house is going to be torn completely apart and what if I pick an ugly backsplash and what if the carpet looks awful and dear god in heaven we have to move all that furniture and are we making the right decisions, what if it all goes horribly wrong? Also, why the hell did I dream about squirrels last night?
This Home Depot is for women
Home Depot woos women with a concept store that exudes 'romance'
Apparently, Home Depot is currently "...a male-friendly home-improvement store...It's a warehouse environment, and it's not clean and neat the way women like it."
So, to respond to "long-time criticism that its warehouse environment was simply too rough for many women..." they've created the Home Depot Design Center:
"You won't find any lumber yards, contractor-grade tools or commercial building supplies. What you will find are flower bouquets, well-lit bathroom and kitchen displays, stylish home furnishings and stacks of floral-print storage bins."
Golly, I hope this store catches on, because Heaven knows I just suffer so with these manly stores they have now. Dirt and concrete and lumber? Eww! Power tools? Those are scary! But if we had one of these new stores here in Huntsville, I could just let my husband handle all that man stuff and I could go look at all the pretty things. Tee hee!
(In other words, OH F**K THAT.)
This weekend, I used our brand new convection oven for the very first time.
Happily, the experiment resulted in the best homemade biscuits I've made to date. I'm not sure if it was because of the convection part, or if it was just that we've never had an oven that cooks evenly (or at anything resembling the set temperature), but when I opened the oven to take the biscuits out, ANGELS SANG.
This happens with the new dishwasher too.
At this point, their ultimate fate was unknown.
Light and fluffy, or charcoal briquette?
Only time would tell...
We don't watch much TV, but thanks to Tivo (oh, glorious Tivo, how I love yooooou), we've been able to give some of the new fall shows a shot...with mixed results. Last night we watched the second episode of Bionic Woman, and people, that's a whole hour of my life I can never have back. Granted, I've only seen one episode, but at this point I'm thankful for that. It's just so incredibly, impossibly BAD. It's shallow, poorly thought out, cliché, and I think it may have actually killed brain cells. I'm telling you this so you don't have to suffer too. SAVE YOURSELVES.
On the other hand, I just watched the pilot of Journeyman during lunch and really enjoyed it. It's a clever, intriguing show, and seems to have a lot of promise. And eh, what the hell, we have space on the Tivo.
Right now a coworker of mine is standing in the hallway outside my office, yelling at her husband over the phone. I don't know this girl, because she started not long ago and she's in a different department, but my desire to make nice is waning rapidly. I mean, if she's going have loud domestic squabbles at work, can't she do it in her office with the door closed? Or at least some location NOT within shouting distance, like Alaska? The only reason I haven't said anything to her quite yet is because I'm suddenly unable to formulate a sentence that doesn't begin or end with the words, "you cow."
This weekend, with the support of my beautiful, wonderful, wise-in-the-ways-of-girly-stuff sister, I finally took the plunge and chopped off my hair.
The last time I cut my hair short was my freshman year of high school. The results were disasterous. My hair had been straight most of my life, then all of a sudden, I had this triangle-shaped 'fro, and I had no idea what the hell was going on. Between the braces, the spastic hair, and the glasses, let me just say that those are the pictures my parents saved for blackmail.
Anyway, I've left it long since then and it's only gotten curlier. Lately it's been driving me crazy, so this weekend, with much hand-holding and soothing from my wonderfully patient sister, CHOP CHOP. Nine or so inches went to Locks of Love, and I went from this:
Reactions from people around me have ranged from outright horror to applause. I'm somewhere in the middle - glad that it's gone, but not sure about the mechanics of the new style (especially the way the layers clump at my face). So, if anyone out there is also in possession of a full head of baby-fine, not-so-curly-but-way-more-than-wavy hair, feel free to give me some tips.