Pork? Of all things, why Pork?

What the hell does this even mean?

You Are Pork

You like to think you're the other white meat, but many people don't want anything to do with you. You probably smoke. And it's likely that no body part of yours is off limits.

What Kind of Meat Are You?

diapers, schmiapers

Hi, my name is Jill, and I'm a country music binge-listener.
There. I said it. My secret is out. No more blackmail letters in the mail.

So any way there's this song that has been stuck in my head all day. "Watching You" by Rodney Atkins. It's about a dad realizing just how much is little boy sees. I like the lyrics more than the tune, but it's a fun song. Specifically, here's the part that's been buzzing around in my head all morning:

...I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama's hand
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you

Now, this song has always reminded me of Nick and Connor; they really are exactly like this. Take today, for instance. Nick is in New Orleans running the Mardi Gras Marathon this weekend, so Connor and I are on our own. This morning, in order to get a few minutes alone to shower and get dressed, I popped Connor's newest TV obsession into the DVD player. (yeah, bad mamma, I know). As usual, this plan works for several seconds and then...pitter patter...down the hall, he follows me to see what I'm doing.

This in and of itself is not unusual. He follows Nick and I into the bathroom all the time, however, he didn't yell for me or open the shower curtain like he usually does. Instead, I hear him put up both the toilet cover and seat. I peek out the curtain so that he can't see me and I see him standing there...making believe he's peeing! He's standing in front of the toilet (not his potty), his little legs spread apart and he's got the front of his pants and diaper pulled down as far as he can get them (not quite far enough). When he notices me peeking at him, he says "pee-pee". He then slams down the toilet seat cover and flushes the toilet.

Almost 2 years ago, I was worried that his squishy little newborn head would fall off when I was putting his shirt on, now he's emulating a dude at a urinal. Talk about time flying!

I've got the feeling that I'm running on ice

icyrunning
Originally uploaded by Imamamma.

So the PMS-monster is making a visit. In an effort to avoid gaining 50 pounds of pure sugar and trans-fats, I thought I'd go for a run this evening. As you can see, my favorite running trail is a bit icy. So I'm plodding along enjoying myself when I come to a particularly icy spot. I had to stop running and kinda shuffle along to avoid landing on my bum. I'm kinda laughing about how awkward I must look and then my iPod decides to accentuate this very point. What comes on? The Girl From Ipanema.

When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

uh-huh. Slipping in the ice...exactly like swinging your bootie on the way to the beach. :-)

More waddle than throttle

My first 5K
Originally uploaded by Imamamma.

So I did it. Last week I finished my first 5K. The race was the first in a 4-race seriesheld every year in Indianapolis. 5K, 10K, 15K and a half-marathon. I'm signed up for all but the half. I'm sure I'll be doing more and more walking as the runs get longer and longer. It wasn't pretty, and it certainly wasn't quick, but I did it. And I ran the whole thing.

I know you're dying for the stats...my finish time was 40:25, ranked 649 out of 757 runners. Right up there at the top... ;-) I did, however, beat some guy right in the last few yards. Poured on the speed and wizzed past him (he probably heard me wheezing behind him and didn't want to get crushed when I finally collapsed).

What's with the freaks?

So...like I frequently do, I posted some cute pictures of Connor on my Flickr site the other day. One of the pictures was a nudie pic of him riding on his wooden rocking horse. It's funny...just your typical innocent naked-kid picture. He's got a big cheesey grin. Our parents all have nudie pics of us and my intention is to share these with friends and family.

Well I noticed today that the picture has over 200 views. Now that in and of itself wouldn't concern me, but the picture before that in my photostream has only a handful of views, then this one has over 200. This means that someone (likely, lots of someones) is looking at JUST that picture in my photostream. So this got me to thinking...last summer I posted a couple of pictures of the dude running around naked in the backyard. Again, innocent pictures meant to amuse. Well each of those pictures have 100 and 200 views respectively.

So...out of the 300-some pictures in my photostream, just three pictures have more than 200 views. "Coincidentally" all are photos of a naked-kid. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!? I went back and, of course, changed the permissions on those three pictures such that just family and friends could see them, but what is wrong with the world that I even had to do this!?

I swear, sometimes I want to pack up Nick and Connor, and move to a cave at the top of a cliff somewhere. People freak me out.

Hear that? Me either.

Seems to me that I should be cleaning the house right now. Connor is napping, Nick is studying at the library, and we have friends coming over tonight for dinner. Instead, I'm laying on the livingroom floor, on Connor's froggie chair in my PJs, listening to NPR reading blogs, reading the news and generally playing on the web. Peace and quiet, wonderful peace and quiet.

And in case you're wondering, yes...I'm plalying with formatting. That's why the colors and sizes of things keep changing around here. Links pop up and disapear... I like that Blogger has all these templates and user-friendly menus, bu I'm trying to learn to decipher the wonder that is html, so I'm avoiding the shortcuts as often as possible. Problem is, it's not possible too often, and when it IS possible, my experimentation tends to be interrupted without much forewarning (hence the giant purple header...) I'm trying to become an html guru between work and connor and life...so...to say that it's slow-going would be like saying that it's a tad nippy in Siberia. :-) Please feel free to Ignore broken links, odd colors and other bizzare-ness.

gripe gripe gripe

The other day I was reading Lea's blog and I swear her most recent post could've been written by me. Or anyone with a kid or kids. To quote my beautiful, wise and articulate friend...
"Why is it that when you're a mama, your choices seem to so often revolve around peace or sleep. quiet time to yourself or sleep. working out or sleep. clean house or sleep. a well organized life or sleep. "

You said it, sista! Somebody buy that woman a spa package!!!!!

I have worked way too much these past few weeks and have taken approximately 13.2 minutes of me-time in the last month. Okay, slight exaggeration, but it feels like that... Or maybe I have the winter grumbles. That's probably closer to the truth.

I'm supposed to be training for the Indianapolis 500 training series. It's a series of progressively longer road-races, the first (and shortest) of which is next weekend. I haven't gotten out for a good run in almost a week. It's nobody's fault, really, we've just been so busy...but it sucks feeling pulled in so many directions. Our local YMCA has a daycare program, but leaving Connor there terrifies him beyond belief. For some stupid reason, they won't let us stay in the daycare area with him while he gets used to it. They want me to just drop him off and go. Yeah, aside from the fact that I'm not going to be able to unwind after just dumping Connor on people I don't even know, he cries the entire time. We've twice left him for a 10-minute test run and he clung to one of the daycare workers like his life depended on it. And he wailed...oh he wailed. I can't let my boy 'just cry it out' in his own bed...they expect me to let him cry with a stranger?!? We're working on getting him a bit better about meeting new people but we don't see a reason to torture him for a 30 minute jaunt on the treadmill. So there went quite a few after-work trips to the gym for a few miles 'round the track.

I did get a chance to get out tonight, and I got in maybe a mile and a half before I gave up and headed home. Out of practice, gotta taper back up slowly. In the past, I've always started running and gotten frustrated with it and given up. I think the key (or one of the keys) is to take it slowly and stop when it's not fun. So that's what I did tonight. Slow shuffle around the track until I got bored. Then I headed home. I'm hoping that once I finally get some cold-weather gear, I can run on the great running trails we've got nearby. Change of scenery will do me good, methinks....and I need new running music again! I had some really great mixes made for me when I was training for the Komen 3-day, but I think it's time for a new rotation. (hint hint)
Oh, and I want this...

but I want them to install a kick-ass camera in it, first.