The Burning River Blog: Things We've Been Up To

[I used to (and still do) hate when married people or people in relationships would "we" all over the place. It always seemed as if, when entering a committed relationship, these people lost all sense of self. Joint email accounts would follow (Really?? I have to email both of you now? I can't just talk to my friend? Does said friend's husband *really* need to know that I don't feel like going out tonight because I have a UTI?) Then of course the joint blog written in first person plural. Gross. But today, I will "We." I'm gonna WE all over this here blog. No, there will be no joint email account. No joint blog. When I say "We" I may be talking about me and the Bear, me and the Hubs, me and the beagles, or any combination thereof. We We We We We, all the way home. So there.]

1. Learning how to drink through straws. With big, curly hair. Just like Mama.

2. Breakfasting at Latitude 41. Holy delicious french toast, Batman!

3. Re-learning how to roller skate on my brand new derby skates, and feeling a bit like a superhero when so doing [no photos, yet. It's best I focus entirely on not falling at this point in my derby life].

4. Spending vast, vast amounts of time working out. It is not unusual for me to have a 20+ mile bike day or a 9+ mile run or hike day. I'm leg pressing 180 pounds at a time now, and I'm working like hell on the unassisted pull-ups (though I'm still getting 100 pounds of assistance. Not sure an unassisted pull-up is in the cards this year).

5. Bustin' the sag.

6. Resting between belly flops.

7. Trying on giant running shoes.

8. Sailing and almost getting killed by whatever jerk-face happened to be driving the Good Time III on Wednesday night. Did Hazelwood find himself a job in Cleveland? If so, then please Captain Hazelwood, please try not to smash our sailboat between your giant clunker and the rocks while we try to rescue another sailboat with a poorly-timed motor break-down from crashing into said, rocks. Pretty please? [Again, no photos. I was too busy clinging onto one of Aud's coworkers, a coworker I barely know, and trying not to cry.]

9. Matching our eyes to our camping furniture.

10. Taking long walks around the hood.

11. Screaming for ice cream.

12. Working Hard (R) and Hardly Working (L). Don't get used to this, kid. Your Daddy already has one person sponging off of his retirement fund. He can't have another.