Apology

I'm going on vacation tomorrow for a week and will be unplugged.  Before I go, I need to make an apology.  I never really told my parents about this blog, I've always looked at it as a diary of sorts but it kind of took on a life of its own.  I do love to write and I love humor, but it's not cool at someone else's expense.  I try to keep this blog mostly to telling things on myself, but I know that I have crossed the line at points with telling things on my kids and in one instance my parents.

In an effort to be humorous, reading back it comes across as hurtful.  My parents are not crazy, old or inconsiderate.  In fact they are incredibly generous, inspiring, intelligent and amazing people.  If I had been more honest in my post (which has since been removed) I would have delved into why I can't be more like them - why I find myself in reaction to things so much.  

Needless to say, I will be thinking about all of this over the next seven days in great detail.  I need to reexamine for myself what this blog is, what is acceptable and honestly if and how I want to continue it.

I do appreciate the people that check in on a regular basis very much.  It has made me feel much less alone on this journey to 40.

Last, but not least (sniff sniff)

He (9 year old son) made this one for me:

He knows that giraffes are my fav "wild, land mammal" (such classifications are necessary in this household).

And I got 6, count 'em, SIX Os on my "so" for pretty.  Totally worth the saggy boobs.

For Mrs. Snack

Since you liked the one he made for his brother, this is the one he made for himself.  Like a typical Art Director he got so caught up in the design, he forgot to spell (wink wink):

Ruh roh!

My son came home from school super excited because they started to learn how to use Microsoft Word in library today.  After his homework, he asked me if I could help him get on it on our computer so he could "practice".  Here's what he made for his brother:

Hmm...I wonder where he learned about sarcasm and the word "seriously"?

What I am getting for my birthday

Actually, I already got it.

Now we need to name it.  Maybe after a black porn star?  I don't happen to know any by name, but if you do feel free to submit them.  Anonymously of course.  Or not.

I also entered my first triathlon.  It's a little one, part of the Trek Women's Series.  It will be two and an half weeks before my 40th birthday.  Couldn't be more perfect.

What I'm not getting for my birthday

I hope this guy really LOVES  this tattoo, because this is the last puddy tat he will ever see.

Gee thanks interwebs!

Someone got paid to write this.  Not only did someone get paid to write it, but it was one of four highlighted stories on Yahoo today.  If there was ever an argument for why we all should support our local newspapers and journalists, this is it.  I can sum up this amazing 2 page piece of investigative writing prowess in four sentences:

Feet stink because they sweat a lot.  If you don't want your feet to stink, wash them more.  Wear shoes that let air in.  Don't wear the same shoes everyday.

Show me the money Yahoo!