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Tim and I are planning to run a 5K on Saturday, and I was feeling a little intimidated by running in Forest Park. It seems so hilly! So we went to the park yesterday and ran around the bike path for about 3.5 miles. It wasn’t bad. Especially considering that Tim pushed Auggie in the jogging stroller. My legs aren’t even that sore today.

Woo hoo!

And, of course, yesterday was the day of the big Peace Rally in Forest Park as well. We just chalked it up as extra practice for parking on race day, since the U.S. Women’s National Marathon Championship or something is also Saturday morning. Will people come out to watch that?

I guess we’ll see.

This just in! A sweet email from Kim just reminded me that, after extensive searching of ye olde Innernet, I was unable to find a Smiths box set. Um, Rhino? Can we have this out by May?

I did, however, note that there are at least two Morissey box sets. The injustice of this fact is not lost on you, I’m sure.

After a day of running (literally) and running around, plus an extra workout tonight (I wanted to try out a new tape I got from eBay today), there should be none of the problems I had last night falling asleep.

Ah, but I do love to watch Kansas lose. [later: D’oh!]

Sometimes my complete and utter idiocy surprises even me. I do really, really stupid things all the time: miss turns while driving, fall down while walking (OK, this hasn’t happened for a while), say insensitive things to people I love, stay up to watch the weather forecast and then completely zone out while the forecast is on committing nothing to memory… And then this evening, I wore a pair of shorts to the coffeehouse.

Yes, I’m being overly hard on myself, but c’mon! Shorts?! It was only 68 degrees today in the middle of the afternoon. What was I thinking? At least I did take a jacket that I could drape over my legs like the huge imbecile that I am.

You know what I love about our coffeehouse? Other than the fact that it’s run by the coolest lesbian ever. They are the center of St. Louis’ “Instead of War” group. This is what their specials board said tonight, ‘We don’t have any FREEDOM FRIES, but we do have a FRENCH kiss (some kinda coffee drink, I guess), a FRENCH dip and FRENCH roast.’

Ha, I love lesbians. And I also love that, in order to be anti-war, you now have to be pro-French. Isn’t that a little much to ask your average Midwesterner?

On the way up to the coffeehouse tonight, Tim and I once again ended up talking about bands that we liked in our youth. I think it started during that song on Spoon’s Girls Can Tell where the guitar riff is completely stolen from an old Cure song. Tim brought up The Smiths, and I swear that I almost wept, remembering how much I loved that band. (There’s gotta be a Smiths box set by now, right?) Anyway, we ended up waxing nostalgic about our naive teenage love of Toad the Wet Sprocket and the like. It got a little ugly, with reminiscences about ill-fated hookups and ill-advised college radio broadcasts.

Sorry to go on and on, but I love talking about music that I love. Especially the old bands that I grew up listening to. It’s like stumbling across an old stuffed animal that shared your bed for too many years, or thinking back on that silly Michael Jackson poster that stared down at you from your bedroom wall during the entire fourth grade.

Mental note: Two cookies + grocery store = 2-hour Auggie nap extravaganza!

I got to eat my whole lunch all by myself. Weird.

It’s interesting how little I am following the goings-on in Iraq. With a toddler who watches nothing but PBS when the TV is on, which is usually only in the morning, and then college hoops in prime time, the only news I get is from Dan Rather’s news breaks during time outs. Sweet!

Somebody email me when it’s over, OK?

Did I mention that I’m now only a month behind uploading pictures? Here’s one of my favorites from February:

Tim played “bad cop” this morning and got me off of my duff for a workout. (Actually, he was very nice and supportive, but gently suggested that perhaps a workout might make me feel better than another nap.) I felt a ton better after sweating for 45 minutes, so, yay, Tim!

I was seriously bummed after weighing in yesterday only to find that I’d gained a pound and a half last week. Seeing as how I wasn’t really eating all that much (although I did consume a large number of comfort foods), I guess the lack of working out really caught up to me. Anyway, long story short: I’m feeling better, thank you, but not 100%. Somewhere around 85%, I’d say. And I made Tim take all of the Girl Scout cookies to work with him this morning for quick dispersal among his coworkers.

And, hey, world, I’m not all for wishing for anyone’s death, but if we could get this thing over with by using a few dozen Tomahawks, that would be great. Thanks.

And here’s hoping that our relatives in Denver are digging out from the 3 feet of snow they got today! (Hi Terri and Fred!) I suppose I shouldn’t mention that we spent the afternoon at the Zoo, hm? (I wore a sleeveless shirt…)

So when my husband says to Auggie, ‘Your mama sure makes some good Chex Mix,’ do I take that as a compliment?

You bet I do.

My cold has progressed to the stage that Tim likes to call my “sexy voice,” but I call my “unable to communicate with the hearing voice.” The good news about this particular stage is that we’re definitely on the downhill portion of the cold, headed towards daylight.

I’ve got to buy a wedding gift tomorrow. Which means I have

to go to Bed Bath & Beyond. Shite. (Is it still cursing if it’s British?)

Since Auggie broke the “0” and “-” keys off of my keyboard last week, the good people at Apple shipped me a new one. (Can I just plug AppleCare for a minute here? With a replacement battery and now a replacement keyboard, that thing has already paid for itself. Highly recommended.) This keyboard doesn’t feel as smooth as the old one, though. The keys themselves seem tackier. I like it.