She Runs, She Blogs!

Forgot to mention two of the most adorable children on God's green earth, Munchkin and Little Man, AKA Bethany and Ben, AKA Little B and Little Ben E. Boy. Karen and Bobby's kids--named EXACTLY the same as Mark and Carolyn's kids (the Big ones). I live next door to them when my BFF's kids are Ben and Bethany?? Coincidence? Maybe. But how could all four kids be so adorable??? None of them need to know about the hurlage.

Blog? I Have A Blog?

Of course it takes my much younger, much tech-savvier neighbor Karen R. to inspire me to write here again. Mostly because I just read her blog, on her computer, and not ery (ery, I mean VERY well-see?)due to the ergonomic keyboard. Karen's blog is called, um, Our Crazy Blessed Life, Welcome To It, something like that. If I knew how, I'd link it up. Maybe she'll teach me. OK, so I don't know nuthin' about typing on the HinterNets, but I RAN THE HALF-MARATHON on Saturday WITHOUT STOPPING or THROWING UP. Well, OK, I threw up a tiny bit, in my hands, but it was well after the finish and had nothing to do with the actual race. Maybe. Maybe the blood sugar drop after 17 Accelerade swigs, half a chocolate PowerAde Gu, and that godawful supercharged concoction in my caffeinated coffee at 5 a.m. After 2.5 non-consecutive hours of sleep. Also, it's possible the nausea was from an overdose of race-induced adrenaline, caused by cheering and hand-slapping of fans along 13.1 miles. WHAT A BLAST. Well worth the minor vomit.
So sorry I do not have photographic proof of same.

I Went To Fresno...

And What I Got Was This Really Great State Championship Coaching Certificate. California Cross Country State Championships, that is. Three of my XC kids made it there, and I was mighty proud. I had very little to do with it, considering they are talented runners with state championship experience already, but they did need a coach. Even if just to drive the van all season. Like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman, I'm an excellent driver. (Way to go Matt, Priya and Poppy!)

RAT'S A**

Frankly, my dear, no one gives one about the colors in my house, which I didn't describe anyway, because I got distracted, which reminds me...did I take my meds this morning?? Holy crap! No! Hey! I just remembered. I also have a website called...www.bipolarexpeditions.com, for the mentally ill and those who love them (also for those who don't give a flying flip about them, but should). It doesn't matter much, since I can never locate that website. I have a hard enough time finding this one. Maybe if I took my meds...(I DO, I REALLY DO!)

THAT. D***. BLOGTHING.

I can't even get the FONT size right. I just read that long, windy blather about nothing and it's not blog material! There were no links! No video! No pictures of me having some post-postmodernly ironic fun on the street somewhere! I suck as a blogger!!
No one will comment on this except to say, "You suck! Go back to writing for a newspaper, so the old people can have a chuckle -- God only knows why -- and then let their little birdies crap on your life's work as it lines their cages."

MIFFERTSKRFLFT!

which is Finnish, I think, for @#$&!*?+#!!
Seriously, newspapers. What's wrong with newspapers??

The Missing Link(s)

Oh, for Pete's SAKE! The previous post told you about WWW.OLDHICKORY.ORG. where you could read stuff about my house, the Cumberland. Also what I said about Tuba City and an ancient...DAIRY QUEEN. So I put the link for DQ and OH.org on there, but to no avail. I think I should stick to newspapers. Sigh.