Ewte Talk

So Max is telling me, “You know, Mom, I just love cats.”

“Of course.”

“Because they’re my favorite animal, you know.”

“Certainly they are.”

“And you know Ethan Waple loves cats too, but not as much as me I think.”

“I would expect he wouldn’t.”

“And he doesn’t have any cats, of course, because his dad is allergic to animal fur.”

“Oh?”

“Yea. He’s allergic to lions.”

“Lions?”

“Yea. Lions, but not rhinoceroses.”

“Oh no? Why not rhinoceroses?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Is it because they’re bald?” I ask him.

“Oh, yea. That’s why. They’re bald.”

And, SO, I did it. I finished my first triathlon in nearly twenty years this past weekend in just under three hours (2:57). One mile swim, 25 mile bike, 6.2 mile run. My cheering crew unfortunately never did show because of threatening weather, but when I arrived home they presented me with a spectacular paper trophy with a swimmer, biker, and runner on top. I felt like a champion, and by the look on my boys’ faces at my surprise, I realized I was a champion, triathlon or no.

After recounting my war stories, I jumped in the shower, grabbed something from the front of the fridge, and bolted for an hour long massage, which lasted an hour and forty-five minutes. Awesome. With endorphines doing laps around my brain, my lymphatic system emptied, and feeling a lighter shade of ethereal, I floated over to Barnes and Noble, rested in their cozy chair with a couple of books until kabob time with my guys who were ensconced in front of the World Cup.

IT WAS THE MOST PERFECT DAY!! Thank you thank you God, World, Grandma, Whoever arranges these kinds of days. I love you!

By Monday morning I was a regular old mom again, but sometime this week I’m going to make it over to the grocery store to see if my face has made it onto the Wheaties box yet.

Emily likes Max because he loves cats. Max very much loves Allison, whom he will marry because of her smile. Allison, however, has options here, and is deciding on Husband #1, Max, or Husband #2, David. I have no idea her reasons for either. Now Luke, the one with the fancy stuff in his hair that makes him look like a Gap Kids model even when he’s running at the speed of sound, will get a Jeep someday, the same car as Emily’s mom. Yadu is new and as such isn’t quite discernable, but appears to be of similar ilk to the rest of the boys because Max saw him one day simply walk up to the little legos and sit down and play. This is the hang-out spot for the boys, and this act of Yadu’s bodes well for him. Last, and most important, Marlee’s pet rat has no name yet.

After much hemming and (hee)hawing, though quite unlike a donkey I must say, and more akin to the nervous rat, I have finally launched this ole’ bird. My good friends Dave and Beth have hosted a blog for me for I think two years now, and it remained empty. But here, here I am lights on and oh-fficial.

So. Ok. Well now, that was fun. Thanks for coming y’all. You can get your coats at the coatcheck.

Launch notes:
Bill, Hubby, [as with all of the hairbrained ideas my husband gets himself knee-deep in for me: sculpture installations years ago, house reno, pets] : my loving thanks.

Presently, like a pig rolling in that barnyard cocktail of whathaveyou, me.