Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...
July 23, 2007
Perfect Happiness; And, For Contrast, More Talk About Running
If you know of any greater pleasure than sitting alone in a quiet house with a pint of Dove "Vanilla with a Chocolate Soul" ice cream, reading blogs and finding pictures of Erin's and Sam's new babies (congratulations, Erin! congratulations, Sam!), knowing that both the new Harry Potter book and the next disc of Angel are standing by for the next nursing session, then don't tell me--my heart can't take it.
My August copy of Jane magazine (which, by the way, I hear is the last: the magazine has gone under) arrived this weekend, and in it was this:
Is that a sign or what? Oh, well, yes, it's literally a sign. But I mean, is it, you know, a chorus-of-angels type sign? Answer: no. But! A neat coincidence.
I am gradually becoming resigned to the idea that we will be trying the running program. I remind you all that I am almost certain to ditch it, possibly the very first week, so if you're looking for a bellwether (that's the lead sheep; also, a good book by Connie Willis) you'd be better off finding someone else. But if you want someone who did the absolute minimum required to pass gym and after every session got a bag each of Doritos and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups to restore precious, precious electrolytes, then join up with me, my friend! And lo, we will pant and curse together! And then partake of delicious restorative substances! And then quit! and hide the receipt for the running shoes! and partake of even more delicious restorative substances, now that our time is not being taken up by that pesky running program!
Speaking of delicious restorative substances, please note that there is NO DIET taking place at this time. I reserve the right to add one later if I start feeling all awesome, but "One horrible torture at a time," that's my philosophy. If I am running, I am also eating pints of Dove ice cream (also if I stop running). The goal right now is only--only--to get the buns off the recliner for a brief session per day. That's IT. Then it's back to the recliner.
I am drinking coffee again! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I was feeling so, so sleepy every day, and finally I got it together enough to get the coffee pot out. (I put it away when I got pregnant. Coffee makes me feel barfy when I'm pregnant, and "being pregnant" already makes me feel as much barfy as I want to feel.) I made some yesterday morning and felt good all day. I drank more this morning (note to self: teach children to make coffee and bring it to me in bed) and feel great again. Yay coffee!