Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

Spring Broken

You would think someone who homeschooled for five years would savor the opportunity to share a long week with her now-schooled children. But you'd be thinking wrong. It's been a very long spring break. I think my impatience is augmented by the long illness that invaded my house. I let them watch TV while they were sick and now they think they can turn it on anytime they'd like. The noise makes me cringe.

Yesterday and today brought lovely weather to Mission, Kansas. The kids biked a lot. Emily even persuaded me to replace the bad innertube on my bike so she could ride it -- she's outgrown yet another bike. Funny thing is, while I was at cycling class this morning, I envisioned repairing that very tire and dragging my bike to Olathe so I could learn to bike in the wild with Mrs. Diggs. The first words out of Emily's mouth when I got home were a request to buy the tube. She's always had a strong psychic ability. . .but don't tell her that.

I should hit the sack. I'm going to cycle tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. This will be my first attempt at back-to-back days. Hope my behind doesn't hurt too much afterward. . .hope my legs can walk me out of there.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


It's official. I've lost my mind. I'm addicted. And I love it. I set the alarm, made a quick cup of tea and headed to the gym under dark skies in order to be one of the four crazies at the 6:00 a.m. cycling class. I was a bit bummed to see we had a substitute (funny how when I was in school, a sub meant an easy day -- in gym-world it means not getting the workout you'd expected). She was okay but it wasn't the cycling that I adore. So now I'll have to go on Friday and Saturday to get my fix. And I'm thrilled. See, I told you I was crazy.

Monday, March 17, 2008


Boy, once I didn't blog for a day, I just slipped away, didn't I?

It's been a full week. Glad it's over. The ick finally passed. Audrey missed seven days of school. The other kids missed two each. I was slow for about four days, but didn't get to stop. I pushed myself a couple of times (exercise wise) and probably prolonged my misery. But we're all well-ish now.

On the exercise front, I did miss a couple of days due to illness. And that made me completely crazy. I tried running while still not feeling so hot. I managed a couple of slow miles. The best part was when I was done, the gal on the treadmill next to me asked me how I worked up to running. She's just starting and I felt very encouraged that I at least appear to be a real runner. I found my way back to cycling on Saturday morning. I think that is my new absolute favorite way to spend an hour. The instructor, a sub, reminded us that she has a 6:00 am Wednesday class, and I thought to myself, "Wow, that's great. Then I'll always be able to fit that into my schedule." We've clearly crossed over to an addiction. Yesterday I attended a core class. It was disappointing. Then today I ran and yoga'd. I think I've got my groove back after ten days in the sick-house.

Friday was a special day here. Miss Audrey turned six. Her excitement related to the actual change of age moreso than gifts and cake. Not that she didn't enjoy the gifts and cake. . . Her lunch request was India Palace. Dinner was lasagne and asparagus. Strawberry cake. Last year she complained that I made a lousy cake. I redeemed myself this year.

So the house is recovering from too many people and new gifties and illness and whatnot. I folded a mountain of laundry last night and there are at least four more loads requesting my attention. Sometimes I wish I had a dog so I wouldn't have to clean food up from the floor. But Mrs. Diggs reminds me that they leave a layer of hair as they consume crumbs.

Martin and I are getting along famously. Not, "hey, this marriage might last after all" amicable, but, "wow, I think our divorce will be great." It's going to be an interesting journey, but I'm feeling very positive right now.

So Happy St. Patrick's Day to you. I've never been Catholic, but I've always been Irish and I'm usually a red head.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Birthday Pie

A couple of ibuprofen and a glass or two of wine last night had me thinking I was well and fine. So I woke, got Isaac to school (both girls were running fevers) and perused the cookbooks for a recipe that matched the ingredients on hand. Blueberry it was. And good it was. Big sister & I agreed that it's probably harder to make a bad pie than a good pie, so I'm not bragging about my mad pie-making skillz or anything.

As the day wore on, I wore out. Sometimes you can't ignore an illness out of you. This would be one of those times. Luckily, Motrin and liquor can mask it for a little while.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Baby, I was Born to Run

I found my stride! I don't know what the magic piece was, but this morning the treadmill was my friend. I don't know if I found the perfect incline/speed. I don't know if Corrine Bailey Rae kept my pace. I don't know if Jupiter was in retrograde. I do know that I kept waiting to hate my workout and it never happened. Granted I only ran for 30 minutes because my yoga class was starting, but I'm terribly pleased and excited to run again very soon.

But alas, it will not be so simple. Audrey was sent home from school early with yet another fever. And if the body aches and chills are any indicator, I've been hit with the ick. Emily is getting a bit feverish too(her missing school would be disasterous). Looks like it's going to be another long week at Casa Diggs.

So I don't think I'll be making big sis a birthday pie (she turns 40 tomorrow). I would prefer that my food not be prepared by Typhoid Mary and I expect that she feels similarly. I tell you what. This had best lift by Wednesday. It's supposed to be 72 degrees.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Sibling Rivalry

The ick has lifted more or less at Casa Diggs. Aside from some coughing and nose-blowing, Audrey and Isaac are playing at nearly normal levels. I took them out for Indian food for lunch to fill wake up their tastebuds and fill them up nicely. I must admit, I was pretty pleased to have someone else do the cooking and cleaning too.

So my big sister is coming for a short visit. She argued that I should suck it up and stay in a loveless marriage indefinitely. I ranted a bit more and she relented, but we'll see what discussions we have in real life. Probably not much, to be honest, as her teenage daughter is usually attached at the hip during their visits. And that will be fine. I've got a therapist if I want to discuss my mess.

I'll be taking them to yoga in the morning. Sister is very competetive and she'll try to outdo me despite my nine years of practice versus her zero. I will have to be very cautious to make my practice my own and let her fuss within her own head. I'm a bit competetive myself -- especially around her. I can only guess that's the case for many siblings.

Okay, so I'm off to bed. I have a big day ahead of me, after all. And I need to do all I can to keep the ick off of me.

Friday, March 7, 2008

A Feverish Pace

It seems there's a plague of sorts that's hit here. Audrey missed day four of school today. I wasn't sweating it or anything -- she is in kindergarten after all. She was really sad to miss her friends yet another day, but because her fever was 102.6, I figured she should maybe stay home.

Isaac went in today -- mostly because his class had a field trip and Martin was accompanying them. He was pretty sluggish but glad to be hanging with his friends and going on his first school escapade.

And as for Emily, well, she's still lying about getting her schoolwork in. It would be a shame to fail the 6th grade, but it seems she's giving it quite a try. I'm frustrated with her, but moreso the teacher as he only lets me know these things every six weeks. I'd think that he might tip me off to late assignments after a few days. Em is smarter than all of us, I'm afraid, and has figured out how to beat the stupid system. They probably won't keep her behind, and she'll get away with minimum effort. A genius, I tell you.

I did manage to squeeze in a workout when Martin returned from the field trip. Have I told you how much I don't like to run? I don't know why I keep doing it. The good news is that I get to go to my torturous cycling class at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I know you were hoping I'd get to go so I could complain about it later.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Ethics, Schmethics

I don't want this to turn into a political blog (though it very well could this year), but I wanted to post this comment for all to see:
I don't know how in depth this issue was covered in the national news, but it has been a big deal here in Ohio. Many poling places ran out of their Democratic ballots, because here a Republican can switch to a Democrat. They have to swear that they have indeed made said switch, but in reality the media has reported that many Republicans felt that if they voted for Clinton, then McCain would have a better chance of winning. As far as I know, none of the poling locations ran out of Republican ballots. There were moms waiting with two young kids for over an hour for a ballot, but they ended up having to leave before a ballot arrived. (Some just voted on the issues.) I guess it'll become another one of the "What ifs?" in U.S. political history, although a relatively minor blip on the political radar screen.


I am saddened but not shocked by this. Why am I not surprised? Because my very own very conservative parents have used this same tactic in the past. They live in Missouri where they have an open primary. A few years ago when Democratic Governor Bob Holden was running for re-election, they threw their votes to him in the primary because he had not been the finest of governors and stood a greater chance of being beaten in the general than his opponent. Their Rebublican golden boy, Matt Blunt, won in the general anyway, but this just goes to show how ethical the party that wraps itself in the Jesus' robe can be.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Two of my Three Little Diggs are under the weather. It started Monday evening while I was out with Emily at a homeschool activity (yeah, I know we don't do that anymore) when I got a call from Martin that Audrey had thrown up. Seems only mothers are qualified to deal with vomit. So we left our meetup early and headed home. Aud was asleep by the time we got here, but fortunately I had plenty of laundry and cleanup to do -- I'm sure Martin was being considerate and didn't want to overstep his boundaries and into the realm of household upkeep. So she didn't go to school on Tuesday -- rested most of the time but didn't have any more "incidents."

When Isaac got home from school he was a little extra crabby and whiney, then quite sniffly, then unreasonably tired, and finally ridiculously hot. It doesn't appear to be the same ick as Audrey. It could very well be the super yucky flu that's kicking everyone's asses around these parts. He's home from school today (Audrey too, for good measure) and is still running a fever and is sluggish but doesn't seem to be as miserable as yesterday. He'll likely be home again tomorrow. We're crossing our fingers for being at school on Friday as he has a field trip.

I might never work out again.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I've got the blues

Your Aura is Blue

Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.

You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.

The purpose of your life: showing love to other people

Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah

Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor

Barack the Vote

Beth and Libby both have a big job to do today. You see, they live in Ohio and Texas, respectively, and as all good NPR listeners know, today is yet another pivotal primary that may or may not solidify the standing of my favorite frontrunner, Barack Obama.

I don't expect my dear friends to vote for Mr. Obama. I do, however, expect them to vote. And I'm certain they will. I know Beth has been doing her research (with some help from her kids) and Libby, well, she always seems to to do the right thing. So wear your "I Voted" sticker with pride, ladies. And I'll be watching the pundits play with their fancy schmancy touch screens and chit chat with their so-called experts late through the night to see if any real news comes of today's elections. But really, I'm pretty sure we'll come out of this one in much the same place and soon will be watching the candidates pound the pavement in Pennsylvania.

But I'm gonna watch the coverage anyway.

Monday, March 3, 2008

God Bless the Sandman

I slept! I slept! I really slept! I don't know if I was just finally too tired to not sleep. Perhaps it was the valerian. Or the melatonin my friend Katherine gave me. Or that The Wire was so boring that there was no reason to stay awake -- okay, that was definitely not the case. Regardless of why or how, the joyous truth is that I slept for at least six hours. And I'm pretty darn happy about that.

So I gleefully hit the gym this morning after dropping the kids at school (yes, we only live one block away but it was really cold and windy and I was driving to the Y anyway.) I started on the treadmill. I still don't like it. Then a quick run through the weight room. Then to yoga*.

* Sidenote to yoga newbies: I'm all about you coming to class. It pleases me that you are exploring this ancient art that can bring you inner peace and physical well being. But it's not cute to grunt, moan and whine over each pose to announce your presence. We can all see that you are new to this practice. We do not expect you to have a beautiful cobra or down-dog. We do, however, expect you to respect the time we have set aside to meditate and exercise. Thank you for your consideration.

I feel a little better now.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Food for Thought

I made dinner. Real food. Made with ingredients. And love. It was simple and very good and hopefully I'll continue the trend. Out of my latest issue of Eating Well I made Southwestern Tofu Scramble. Of course, I made about two hundred substitutions, but the concept was there and it was tasty and the kids were happy. Emily said it was the best dinner ever. She only says that because she can't remember the last time I made something real.

As for the sleep issue, well, last night was worse than any of the previous four. I usually fall asleep pretty easily -- but I wake in the middle of the night, often when I hear Martin come in, and then not get back to sleep. Last night I never really fell asleep. A generous estimate would be that I got about ninety minutes of choppy rest. So I'm not so much thinking that the tea drinking is much of a factor. I picked up some valerian today. It's worked for me in the past and I figure at this point, nothing can hurt.

So regardless of how much or how little sleep I get tonight, I'll be right back at the gym tomorrow. It's a yoga day and that makes me very happy. I'll throw in a little running if I get there early enough. I'm getting excited just thinking about it. What kind of sicko am I?

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Brother, can you spare an Ambien?

Oh, never mind. My neighbor Teri gave me one last night and I still only slept for four hours. Surely this will end soon. I'm too tired to not sleep at this point. Martin suggested I might be drinking too much tea. But it's mostly green tea. Sure, four 32 oz. pots a day might be a lot for some, but I have no other beverage vices. No soda, no juice, not even coffee. Water and tea. Oh, I guess wine and bourbon too. I'd suppose those count as vices, eh? Ok, so back to the tea. Today I didn't drink any [tea] after 1:00 p.m. So we'll see.

So after not sleeping, I went to the 7:30 a.m. spinning class. Why? Because I'm crazy. There could be no other explanation, could there? It's near torture, yet I look forward to it like nothing else. And, as always, just a few minutes after it started, I wanted to cry like a baby. I persevered. And I'm certain I'll do it again next week. But I really don't understand why.

So logically, with 13 hours of sleep in the last 96, plus ridiculous exercise habits I should be asleep right now, right? Okay. Then I should give it a whirl, shouldn't I?