Hubs and I like to play a game with the cats. Whenever we see one or both in a preposterous position, we snap a picture, and then come up with a creative caption. This is… Read More »An artistic post of cats: in situ
Remember in August when the middle child broke his arm? That was an ordeal. We looked at those X-rays and thought, “that is the worst looking break I’ve ever seen. His arm is ever so… Read More »Thanksgiving adventures: from Turkey Trots to broken bones
QOM is a well known achievement. In the cycling world. For those who use the app, Strava. Okay, maybe not that many people. To explain. When you go for a ride outside, you can record… Read More »Queen of the mountain by day, rescuer of bunnies by night
Edisto Island held a lot of promise for me. After Augusta’s race was cancelled, I knew I needed one final race to cap off my season or else I’d feel left in the lurch. This… Read More »Winning at a snail’s pace
She ordered the Stanley cup on Wednesday, it was slated to come by Friday. Starting Wednesday evening she began riding down to the mailbox every thirty minutes to check. We couldn’t receive a package to… Read More »Will the real stanley please stand up?
Three things have been happening simultaneously and excessively. It is a tale of three parts. S stands for Simone: My oldest is really into Simone Biles. This is great. I very much support my kids… Read More »S stands for…
Every Wednesday my eldest brings home all her tests, homework, and papers that were graded for the last 5 school days. She makes me give her a drum roll as she lays them down one… Read More »“I’m not a mathematician but that’s a steep hill to climb”
The term ‘boondoggle’ was first introduced to me when I was 22 years old. I know, how did I make it so far in life? Then I lived some years and some trips that I… Read More »If you think you know what a boondoggle is, think again
The cast has been removed! This is really great news. However, I don’t know how it’s possible but his arm smells worse without the rancid thing. This type of break is susceptible to re-break. Like,… Read More »Gator got your tongue?
The kids have invented a few words. Most kids do. We have adapted them into our every day language. Because some of them are just too good to let go. ‘Imposterous’ I believe was first… Read More »New words, new hats, new wheels
Finish a race on the same bike I began has never crossed my mind as being a race day goal. Now it is. As you recall, I had a bike failure a few weeks ago… Read More »Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, buy me a new bike
This weekend is a self-inflicted double header. My failed race a few weeks ago meant my running for the Kinetic Cup was in jeopardy. If you don’t know what the Kinetic Cup is, then shame.… Read More »Race day tomorrow for all the biscuits
Sometimes I’m in a very chipper mood when I approach the finish line. Not always. Sometimes. The past few races I have, despite one being incredibly hot and the other a DNF (I was able… Read More »Don’t let a girl beat you and please lock portapotty doors
It was the one race the kids could actually attend. The one race with all logistics aligned for competition, tear-down, visiting friends, seeing family…and the one race when my bike decided enough was enough. 5… Read More »Don’t throw the squeaky bike in the woods
During the 70.3 race last month, I sprained my ankle. Self-diagnosed as a sprain. I’m going to blame the tall stack height of my carbon race shoes, and the unnecessary amount of 90 degree turns… Read More »It’s possible I’ve become dramatic in my old age
The prairie dress dilemma was resolved. I really left you hanging with that! I did have lunch at school, I did sit at the same table as her, we did receive many compliments on her… Read More »Lake Anna race rundown: in which I recap the race and literally get rundown by an opponent