Our high speed internet is on the fritz at home, so I've not been able to blog this past week.
Since blogging from work is higly frowned upon, I will have to wait until we have things sorted out at home.
Monday, June 2, 2008
First I have to give credit to an old high-school friend, Marci, who recently started her own blog at:
I was so entertained by her updates that I was inspired to give it a try.
And then, those who know me, realize
(1) I'm crap at keeping up with emails
(2) I'm even worse about picking up the phone and calling people
(3) I can't even keep my Facebook up to date
(4) I even tried my hand at scrapbooking (medival form of Facebook for wives over the age of 30) and failed miserably at keeping up with that
....so somehow I convinced myself that I would be *much better* at blogging.
When I told my husband, Terry, about the blog, he said, "You're not going to write about ME, are you?"
Funny that my co-workers asked the same question.
They know me well enough to guess that the answer is YES. What would be the point of having a blog????
Now, about the title of the blog.... I'm sane, really I am, but I find that life with a husband, a 2 year old and a dog can be a little insane sometimes.
Before I started running again, I would stay sane by nursing a large glass of JT Pino Grigio every night (we call it "easy drinkin' wine"), but then decided that I should spend my time doing something a little more productive.
After taking almost 3 years off from running, I decided to start training for a 1/2 Marathon. Again, those who know me well will tell you that I may be prone to the occasional delusion of grandeur.
I've run two 1/2's since and now I'm training for a marathon in September (ScotiaBank) and another in January (DisneyWorld).
I think people (especially Terry) will generally say that I'm much nicer to everyone now that I'm running again (that's a big thing coming from Terry, because he just about the nicest person you'll ever meet). And I find that my running helps me cope with the weird things in life like..
- my son, Finn, having a meltdown because he accidentally flushed his poop, when really he was trying to save it for Daddy to see
- the dog having "worms"... ugh, so disgusting
- my monthly credit card bill
I will mention something funny that was overheard in our house today... Terry said,
"He wanted to play with the thong.....with me.... but I wasn't having anything to do with it."
He was talking about Angus, our dog, finding underwear in the bushes. I had nothing to do with the underwear in the bushes.
So come back every so often to take a look at what's happening in my life... and feel free to comment!