So, remember in my last post several weeks ago, where I made a passing reference to a two-day road trip with my friend and her kids, and promised I would write about it later? Okay, so this is a bit later than I originally intended, but here it is.
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This weekend I flew out to Denver in order to accompany my good friend and her two kids on the 2-day car trip from Colorado back to her family’s lake cabin in Minnesota. That was an experience which deserves a write-up of its own, but will have to wait until another day. My absence, coupled with the fact that Ian worked the overnight shift at his part-time job every day I was gone, meant that the lawn did not get mowed for over a week and a half.* Read the rest of this entry »
This week my daughter told me that she might like to be a writer someday. Considering how last year we struggled to just get her to write a one-page essay for English class, I admit this came as a bit of a shock to me. I mean, I know that she likes drawing and writing but I didn’t know that she’d want to do it as a career. Up until recently, I thought she wanted to be a veterinarian. However, it made me think about Being a Writer.
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We recently bought a carpet shampoo thingee. My husband and son both mocked me resoundingly for wanting to “waste” money on such a frivolous thing, but I countered that it is easy to dismiss a home carpet cleaner as unnecessary when you are not the one who has to clean cat vomit or explosive canine diarrhea out of the carpets while attempting not to add to the mess by vomiting into it yourself.
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This morning my coworker noticed that the toilet in the bathroom near our office was plugged. What follows is the paraphrased conversation that ensued.
Mary (a coworker): Hey Deb, the toilet is clogged and I can’t get it cleared with the plunger. Would you call a plumber please?
Deb (other coworker): Kari, you’re probably good at that. Why don’t you give it a try?
Me: Umm.. Why would I be good at that, specifically?
Deb: Well, you’re good at everything else.
Me: Hard to argue with that logic.
As it turns out, I am good at plunging toilets because I did in fact manage to clear the clog. All those years of having children who don’t flush the toilet has finally paid off apparently.
Recently my husband peer pressured me into doing a triathlon at our local YMCA. I have never done a triathlon before and normally would have balked at the suggestion, but this one was a little different. It was an indoor event, so instead of having a fixed biking and running distance, we were assigned to stationary machines and given a fixed amount of time. This seemed much more manageable, because I would be able to go at my own pace and still finiaj when everyone else did. More importantly, the swim would be indoors in a chemically-treated, weed- and wildlife-free, heated pool. Few things make me squirm quite like the prospect of swimming in a giant, frigid, weedy fish toilet, even if it is only for a few minutes.
WARNING: TMI rating=4 out of 5 stars
I honestly did not intend to share this story with the public because it is so far over the TMI line the only thing that would make it worse would be confessing to a felony or something. But I just had to because there is an important lesson for everyone in this.