Head First

September 25, 2017 - 8:14pm -- swingbug

So we're two weeks into my 5k training program, Eddie and I. So far it hasn't killed me. (Can't speak for Eddie.)

I have a friend who is ridiculously excited about this whole thing on my behalf.  This woman willingly signs up for marathons and triathlons and I'm limping along trying to jog for two minutes at a stretch so Eddie doesn't suck my brains out of my ears. (He's discussed this potentiality with me.)

"Have you gotten runner's high yet?" she asks me.

And Today There Was Cake

May 9, 2017 - 9:49pm -- swingbug
Cake

I turned 39 on Sunday. The first present I got that day was a stomach flu. What do you get the girl who has everything, right?

My kid very sweetly wanted to make me scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I had to decline. My parents brought me a picnic lunch, which I promptly threw up, and my husband bought me a cake that I couldn't even look at.

For anyone who doesn't know me in the real world, when I am uninterested in cake, something has gone very wrong indeed.

Color Typing

April 5, 2017 - 8:07pm -- swingbug

So, some years ago I went to Stitches West, and I bought roving, as one does. It was purplish and a little sparkly and I spun it up into a skein of DK that I called Cloud City.

Now Arriving in Sunnydale

March 20, 2017 - 9:44pm -- swingbug

I came in the door tonight with a freshly arrived shipping box under my arm from which I triumphantly pulled my new Buffy the Vampire Slayer Board Game.

"Would anybody like to play a game with me tonight?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure," my husband says. Then he squints at the box cradled in my arms. "Wait... Is that a Buffy trivia game?"

"Nope."

"Then, yes, I'll play with you."

Meanwhile my ten-year-old son is flipping the box over.

New Jersey

March 4, 2017 - 3:55pm -- swingbug

Friday nights at the rink are my favorites. It's not a league night. There are no refs, no whistles, no score board. It's just a pickup game for whoever wants to show. 

Trad Music Addendum

January 12, 2017 - 7:48pm -- swingbug

Loosely related to yesterday's post, I was in the car this afternoon, between the bus stop and piano lessons, humming along to my new local Irish playlist

Suddenly a footstep on the stair
Who could it be but Reilly after slaughter
With two pistols in his hand
Looking for the man who shagged his daughter

Trad Music Nightly

January 11, 2017 - 7:54pm -- swingbug

I'm fond of the new Irish pub to which I can walk from my house. I owe them quite a bit, actually, and not the bar-tab kind of way. 

Father Paddy's Public House popped into existence in Woodland last year and brought to us the things that I would consider a prerequisite for such an establishment, such as decent beer on tap and fine plate of fish and chips, but also something I hadn't thought to expect. Live local music. Specifically live local Irish music, which I didn't even know we had around here. 

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