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April 16, 2007

You know, the weekend was just too short.  On Saturday, it was raining the whole day.  We got a bit of snow up here, but it was mixed with rain, so never really stuck in any kind of significant way.  I delivered the mail, then had to rush downtown for a birthday party for one of the kids in Nathan's class.  It was at Straw Hat, definitely one of my least favorite pizzas (and I'm very forgiving when it comes to pizza).  The minute we got there, Dylan collapsed in tears from an earache, but Straw Hat is right across the parking lot from Albertsons (a grocery store), so I went over and got him some quick acting Tylenol and he was up playing video games in about a half hour. 

After we spent about two hours there (my friend Andrea was there, so I had back up), we took the kids over to the Kid Expo at the El Dorado County Fairgrounds.  Yep, it was still raining like mad and at like at every other fairgrounds, we had to pack about a million miles from where the stuff was actually going on.  Most of the stations were inside, so the show definitely went on.  We had the two little ones, Nathan and Dylan (7 and 9), plus Delena (14) and her friend Allyssa (15).  I think the girls had more fun than the boys.  Eric joined us almost as soon as we got there and was starving, so he paid $8 for a slice of pizza and a hotdog.  There were hundreds of activities and every other one was beading with the same million plastic beads.  The kids got their faces painted, played a few games, discovered flubber (way fun, got the stuff to make it) and went to the petting farm.  I thought "petting farm" sounded dirty whereas "petting zoo" does not, but I think they made their wording choice based on the fact that there were only a few miniature horses, some bunnies and a giant dog there.  Not exactly "zoo" material.  As we went in, Eric did ask if there would be giraffes and was disappointed that they were fresh out.

For those of you who do not know, Eric has a "giraffe thing."  Ever since we moved here, he's been going on about wanting a giraffe.  My friend, Sherry, suggested that we get a wooden, painted giraffe and put it out in the woods, show it to him, tell him we got him a giraffe, but he can't get close to it or he'll scare it away. 

After we closed down the Kids' Expo, we went to Denny's (best iced tea and most mediocre food) and fed people.  Nothing looked good to me, so I just had chicken noodle soup. 

Yesterday was lovely.  Still cool, but no rain and of course, everything smelled all woodsy and nice.  Eric took Delena to see "Godspell" at a local theater production and I honestly don't remember much else that happened.  When he got home, we watched "Running Scared," which was a good enough movie.  I'd seen the beginning before, but only about 20 minutes in.  It had that "Mad Max" amateur quality to it, but the story was good and had some nice twists along the way. 

Now we have "For Your Consideration," which is the new Christopher Guest mockumentary.  I was bummed when he said he wasn't going to make any more because I love the ensemble of Eugene Levy, Catherine O'Hara, Harry Shearer, Jennifer Coolidge, Parker Posey, Michael McKean and Fred Willard.  They were awesome in "Best in Show" and "A Mighty Wind."  Eric isn't interested in it.  The genre doesn't interest him. He's one of the few people I know who did not enjoy "This Is Spinal Tap."  I also loved "The Ruttles" AND "The Ruttles 2." 

On the way is "Little Miss Sunshine," which I have not seen and honestly, know nothing about except that Joe recommended it.  We are also working our way through "Deadwood."  I didn't care for it when it debuted, but I watched the first episode and liked it this time.

I can't believe I was busy watching "Running Scared" last night and totally spaced that "Sopranos" was on. Grrr.  At least it repeats tonight (in about 40 minutes, in fact) and Eric and I can cuddle and watch it while we eat the Mexican food he's bringing home. 

(Seeing a preview now for "Perfect Stranger" and may I just reiterate for the 5 millionth time that Bruce Willis is just hot as complete hell?)

Working out this morning was a nightmare.  When she got here, Andrea asked me what I wanted to do.  I wanted to say, "Go back in time and call you and tell you I can't workout today because I'm tarrred."  Instead, I thought we could do the yoga DVD we didn't get to do in Friday, but I was good and instead, dug out the Biggest Loser DVD and we did low impact cardio and I also cued up the sculpt and strength part.  After the cardio, I was just dead.  I was sweating and my ears were ringing and I just felt terrible.  I suggested that we were finished (it's a 20 minute segment), but Andrea begged and gave me 'the look,' so we went on and did the sculpting and I died a little more.  By the time we were finished with the cool down (which also was killer for me for some reason), I was just a puddle of failure.  Not really failure because I did it, but I felt so weak and exhausted.  I used to be good at this, then was sick for a week and now I'm a mess.

This is also pre-period week (should hit next weekend), so I'm all bloaty and whiney and cranky.  You have to imagine that there is no way in hell I'm weighing myself for a couple of weeks. 

I set about Not Doing Jack Shit today.  I got kids out the door and on the bus. I got the mail delivered (about 90 minutes of not very challenging work), I made the bed and mopped the part of the floor where we exercise.  Other than that, I screwed off the entire day. 

My cough is better.  I still hack a bit, but not nearly as often as I was, so I think I'm officially on the mend.  I will be grateful to see the backside of this one.  I have several baskets of clothes to be folded (all clean, just in baskets), a huge stack of dishes to wash in the kitchen and some desk piles to sort.  I may or may not do them.  I just don't feel motivated. 

Ha, of interest... Eric works with a woman whose son's name is Andy Kaufman.  I have a man on my route named James Dean.  One of my friend's is married to a man named Roy Rodgers (has a "d," so not perfect).

This makes me happy;

Joe is coming to visit May 3-10th.  That makes me happy too.

:)

Talk to you later.

Be Particular,
Katrina