If he's cryin'...he ain't dyin'...

That has become our mantra around here. Connor is going through a needy phase. No, not "needy"...he doesn't need anything. He's "wanty". Poor Nick can't get more than 2 steps away from him without hearing "Daddy" and the pitter-patter of feet. Now, you might be thinking "How cute", or "Aaaaw, Connor loves his daddy"....yes, both true, but both...short-sighted. It is cute that Connor loves his daddy but...when his daddy can't so much as pee without whiny accompaniment...it stops being cute.

See, in addition to his wanty-phase, he's also in a daddy phase. In fact, he's a daddy's boy through and through. He likes his mom, and I'll do in a pinch, but if Dad is around, I may as well be an old shoe. Most days that doesn't bother me. Like today....he needed a nap and had no plans of taking one for me. So we took him to the biology building on campus. They've got a big atrium, and we figured we'd let him ride the bike that Auntie Jenn got him for Christmas. The weather has been terrible, and he can't ride it outside. Well...bad idea. He basically sat on his bike yelling for Nick, or he stood next to Nick yelling "bike bike bike".

In an effort to let Nick get some work done, I decided that Connor and I would climb the stairs (or the "up up ups" as Connor calls them). So we went up up up, and down down down...up up up...down down down...lather, rinse repeat. So after a few times, he decided he didn't want to hold mom's hand anymore. So he dramatically pulls it out of my hand while mid-step. WHACK. Hits his melon on the hand rail and flops down on his butt. He was fine, but MAN was he pissed. Big honkin' welt on his forehead and he yelled like mad. Needless to say, we came home. He's in bed right now. Finally napping. So is Nick. Can't say as I blame him.

Sometimes it's hard not to be your kid's favorite parent, but sometimes...it's not. :-)

...and another thing...

Hey, I've got a great idea. Let's start an exotic feline rescue center in Indiana. Yeah, and we can keep lots of cougars in pens with no fencing on the top. I'm sure it'll be just fine.

Now, I'm not the kind of person to say "I told you so", but...well...the guy that runs this...well...I told him so. He basically told me where I could shove my advice.

My favorite part of the article is the part...wait...why don't I just go ahead and cut and paste it...
"Even though the cougar escaped its roofless pen on Friday afternoon, operator Joe Taft did not contact authorities until Saturday morning, when he told an employee of the Indiana Department of Natural Resources who in turn alerted conservation officers..."

Why on earth would the fine folks at the EFRC forget to tell the DNR when the animal actually went missing? Couldn't be because they were afraid of the publicity, could it? Looks like they'll be asking for folks to donate some chain-link fencing, eh?

Wow...I AM in a crappy mood. :-)

Mr. Yuck feels my pain.

I feel like crap. I have some vile bug living somewhere between my throat and my lungs, and believe it or not, complaining about hasn't helped whatsoever. I've tried whining, I've tried grumbling, hell, I've even tried moping. Man, I've tried nothin' and I'm all outta ideas.

But, I still got off my bum and went to the Y tonight...made myself do a little running and I'm hoping for a second wind. Like...maybe my endorphin rush is just a little late, and it'll hit me while I'm laying in my recliner...here it comes....wait for it...nope, just a yawn. Ah well...it's almost 9pm...that's a respectable time for a 30-something to be in bed, isn't it??
CRAP I'm old. Guess that comes from living with the little Petri dish sleeping in the crib in the other room. I swear, that kid's nose has been running since he was born! Good thing he's cute, because he's a biohazard. Poor Connor, I blame him for every sneeze, now. Hell, I work in a microbiolgy lab and I'm a clutz, I could've innoculated myself for Chrissake.

So I've been training for my first 5K race, which is actually training for my first 10K race, which is actually training for my first 15K race, which...is actually training for my first half-marathon. I plan to run/walk the half. No way I'm running it, not this year. I walked it last year, so maybe I'll run it next year...baby steps.

...or maybe I'll just sit here and get drunk...

Reverse Psychology in 2007

I used to hate new year's resolutions, because I'm incapable of keeping to them-until now. After some careful thought, it occurred to me...I've been doing this all wrong. Every year I resolve to eat well, exercise more, etc., and what hapens...I eat junk food and lay on the couch (okay not really, but I certainly don't stick to my resolutions). The solution? Reverse Psychology. Don't know why I didn't think of this sooner! So, in 2007 I resolve the following:
1) I will not exercise at all.
2) I will rush through life, taking everything for granted.
3) I will overreact to every small bump in the road.
4) I will be a lousy parent, ignoring my son's milestones and and shoosh him frequently so I can hear my reruns of Law & Order.
5) I will smap at my husband a minimum of 6 times a day.
6) I will not blog regularly, and will never send emails to my friends and family.
7) I'll do the worst possible job at work, and I'll strive to obsess about my job long after I've come home. Ideally, I won't sleep, because I'll be replaying the workday in my head.
8) I won't clean my house. Ever.
9) At least 1 meal per week will consist of 100% trans fats.
There, that outta do it. Looks like 2007's going to be a banner year!