How I Spend My Day

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Originally uploaded by smacca.

Here's a picture of the young lady I'm babysitting this summer. It was taken over a month ago, so she's a little older-looking now, but you get the general idea.

And yes, she's eating a leaf.

In't she a cutie?

Bah

I'm kinda bored today. I want to do something, but nothing is presenting itself. It's raining pretty hard, so getting somewhere without a car presents a challenge.

This really is one of the first times I've been bored all summer, though.

Hot Shit

Pardon the profanity, please.

But it's totally worthy it. Chickscum bagged a finish at a time of 14:49:55 at Ironman Coeur d'Alene. Now she's off to Europe, the lucky byotch.

My Mini-Me is a rockstar.

Sick, Just Sick

A reeducation camp for gay teens? Seriously. In whose mind is that a good idea?

"Now, son, I realize that you are at what is for everyone a very difficult, confusing age. What you need is to be told that everything you feel is wrong. That'll make you into a happy, repressed adult. See you in eight weeks."

"Gee, thanks, Mom and Dad. This has in no way, shape, or form affected my self-image or sense of well-being."

I'm not gay, but even I can see how this is just a really, really bad idea.

Breathe in, Breathe out...

It's hot.

My relatively well-insulated Alaskan self is not loving the 95 degree weather. I don't really care for sweating.

Bleh.

So

I'm slacking off, bloggo-publishing-wise. Deal. ;-)

Can't say that anyone's life is all the worse for the lack of info...

Too Much, Methinks

Yesterday was the most obscenely decadent day I've had in a LONG time. Around 4, one of the housemates goes "Hey, we're going for sushi, wanna come?"

I looked at my alternatives (I was elbow-deep in dishwater at the time) and said a big fatty hell yeah.

So I went and had sushi. A lot of sushi. Spent quite a bit of money (at least by my somewhat cheap bastard definition of "a bit"). What the heck, though, I haven't had sushi yet this summer.

THEN evening came. Had a heckuva workout at the Y, then jogged home. Roomies say, "Hey, we're going out for really good Thai appetizers and frou-frou cocktails, wanna come?"

Again, hell f-ing yeah.

So yeah, went out AGAIN, and this time had a whole lot of great appetizers (I'm salivating just thinking about them) and two Mojitos. Ladies and gentlemen, these were the most amazing Mojitos ever. There was a veritable GARDEN of mint leaves in them.

Today I have a tummyache. Gee, I wonder why. There may be such a thing as too much good food.

I've gone and done it

I've become one of those people who talks to other people about teething and diapers and heat rash and onesies.

And I'm just the babysitter/mom's friend.

Sad.

The Limits of Tevas

I've always been of the "I can wear my Teva sandals anywhere, for any amount of time." Well, apparently, a walking marathon is well outside the limits of said Tevas.

They caused some nasty-ass blisters on the pads of my feet... which burst at mile 16. Great fun.

So, anyway, don't leave your walking/running shoes in Alaska if you're going to do a walking marathon, unless that walking marathon is IN Alaska, in which case, you're golden.

Holy Crap

Went to a friend's baby's first birthday party at Pizza Luce in downtown Minneapolis. It's amazing where you can now have kids' birthday parties now that smoking's illegal in public buildings... my feelings on the subject are complex, so I won't get into it...)

There were FIVE babies between the ages of 6 months and a year. Plus one pregnant woman. In a group of about 20 or so. For a good chunk of time, I was the only non-with-child woman there. Freeeeaaaaaky maaaaan. Not bad, necessarily, but freaky. Soon another woman showed up and I had someone to not talk about diapers to. Not that I don't spend a lot of time thinking about Babysitting Baby's diaper, but since she's not mine, I don't feel the need to worry about her diaperswhen I'm not actually in the act of changing them.

Well, anyway, it was fun. Had a few bears (Bell's Oberon, their current Seasonal Beer... not too shabby, but I'm depressed that companies have comparatively light "Seasonal Beers," ,but alas...), chatted with some old friends, met some new people, blah blah blah...

And on a totally separate note... Is there a 12-step program for cutting off the Cinnamon Altoids habit? They are my personal crack cocaine. Seriously, I can't stop. I just got my current tin today and I'm closer to being empty then I'd like to admit.