Well, it was pointed out to me that it's difficult to stalk me properly if I don't update my blog (at least, that's not what was said, but that was the general message I got. Can someone say 'lost in translation'?)
Here's a little of what's going on:
I'm trying to get back into running. After I ran the Green River marathon last June, I got a little overenthusiastic and tried to go right into training for another one. Of course, I injured my knee, and between that and the winter weather (and Mabel refusing to keep blanket, hat, and gloves on) I've been doing indoor aerobics. But no namby-pamby indoor aerobics can whip me into shape like running does, and I'm finding it a lot harder to switch from aerobics to running than it was to switch from running to aerobics. But I've set my sights on one last running hurrah. Mabel is going on 19 months, and it's about time I thought about having another baby, but first I have some cancer screening tests that need to be run over the next couple of months (a precaution because of my family history), so I've decided--for those two months--to train for another half-marathon. Not a final one, just a final one until after I have the next baby. I have a month before I need to register for the race, so I figure by then I'll have a good idea how training is going, and if I'll be up to racing. Fingers crossed.
Bobby, on the other hand, will not be training for any marathons anytime soon, half or otherwise. He pinched his sciatic nerve nearly two months ago, and despite much time at the chiropractor and physical therapist, it's just not better. The doctor is sending him in for an MRI and then referring him to an orthopedist. Despite this, Bobby applied for, and received, an new position in Boeing. It's a lateral move, not a promotion, but it will beef up his resume. He will be working at the big Renton 737 factory, which is about 2 or 3 miles from where he's working now, so we're not moving or anything. It will mean he won't be able to come home for lunch anymore (as we know, in the Seattle area, 2 miles amounts to 20 more minutes of driving time. How I wish I were kidding.)
Mabel is large and in charge. I don't know if I've been too indulgent (or lazy) in how I've brought her up so far, or if it's just the personality she was endowed with, but she has an authoritative command, and does not like to be questioned or contradicted. She is not talking yet, so her displeasure and frustration are generally expressed with a long yell of AAAAHHHHH! in my face. But she's so fun. She loves the church Nursery (so do I--I've been in there a year now), playing at the park, coloring in her coloring books (and on everything else before we catch her), reading, and bullying us into giving her junk food (i.e. AAAAHHHHH!) Also playing on our bed, as is shown in the above picture.
She can sign quite a few words; some are more helpful than others (you want a cracker? oh, you want a dinosaur! I can't help you.) She is absolutely the cutest little dickens ever, and we're having a ball with her.
And I can't think of anything else. This is the real reason I don't blog much; there's apparently not much to say. I'm tired and should get to bed. My doctor put me on a low dose of an anti-anxiety medication--the latest effort to combat my insomnia. I'll give it some time, but so far I think it's just making me wake up earlier; I don't actually get to sleep any sooner, even though I'm plenty tired (but not sleepy. I can't wind down.) Maybe some people just weren't meant to sleep. Like Chuck Norris. He doesn't sleep. He waits...
And on that note, farewell.
thanks! ;) mrp
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