From then to now...

So it's been (looking at calendar) 3 months since I last posted (I've actually started about a dozen, but never finished them and now they're no longer timely).



So lets see...highlights and lowlights.



1. The wee V is now 5'10 and puberty seems to be in remission (or at least the attitude does)

2. Spud..is a whirling dervish of destruction. He has two modes..GO FAST..and sleep.

3. Mr. Dreadful and I are still renovating the old money pit..I mean house.

4. I'm still playing soccer (miraculous I know..I'm sure the ol' knees will buckle any day now)

5. I have my first actual real wrinkle, it's between my eyes on my forehead, perhaps from squinting? Mr. Dreadful say's most likely it's from giving stupid people the "stink eye".
My Mom has it too..so I suspect he may be right.

6. I have embraced technology to the extent that I have both an iPod touch, a fussy digital SLR camera..AND..a Kindle.
How cool am I? Pretty damn cool..but now I obsess about people breaking into my house to
steal all my snappy new electronic gadgets.

7. I recently had a very dear friend from my misspent youth die. And it sucks, because the world was just a better place with him it (funnier for sure at least)

7. Ummm..thats it.... I guess doing an overview makes my life seem less interesting that a daily/weekly sorta posting does.

I shall endeavor to work on that!

Happy Belated Mothers Day to all my lovely mom type friends.

-P.D

Gone to seed

I finally got around to getting my hair cut on Monday. 8 1/2 inches off. People in the salon were gasping like it was some big deal, like I was making some sort of life statement by cutting my hair.

I was just tired of long hair, perhaps I'm finally getting old, but having hair almost down to my waist was just too high maintenance, so I ended up doing nothing with it, I would twist back into a bun at the nape of my neck, stab it with a hairstick or two and about half way through the day I'd unwrap it shake it out...and retwist it up (my hair was so flippin heavy I felt like I had a blanket attached to my scalp) At night I would just braid it.



Anyway so I FINALLY got around to cutting it. Which meant suddenly I had to buy a hairdryer..I havent used one in over two years so god only knows where mine is.



The reactions I've gotten have given see to the idea that after having my darling little spudderkins, I let myself "go to seed".

Growing up sucks.

Back on the field again.

So a few weeks ago I stepped back out on to the pitch...Ahh the sweet smell of artificial turf, how I missed you.

Now those of you who are regular readers (ok the maybe two or three of you that are occassional readers) know that I have played the sport of the gods ...aka..soccer...aka..football

FOREVER (30 years) ...as my knees can attest.



But for the first time in that forever I started to run that first night back and...didn't go anywhere with any sort of accelleration.



My pregnancy, two month incarceration in hospital, and the follow month(s) which have added up to a year off the field have made me old..and very slow.



I felt like my legs were made of lead (because my arse clearly was) and I was dragging a U-Haul uphill.



My mind was racing down the field, however my body was still lagging far far behind.

So I went home and cried. Because I was too fat, slow and old to play soccer anymore.

And being a soccer player is a part of who I am.

I know I just need to accentuate the positive and all that other rah rah nonsense.

Bugger