How moms get *NASTY*.

Friends. My apologies for my lack of posting last night. It was/wasn't my fault.

I am having SEVERE computer issues, but am either too lazy or cheap to do anything about it. It began as a simple battery issue, which was no big thang, as I just keep my lap top plugged in. But somewhere along the way, my Internet connection became spotty. Whatever. Most recently, however, it has been pulling what I refer to as a "Fatal Attraction", where it gives me some sort of BS message about an error and then it completely shuts down and ruins my life SEVERAL TIMES on a daily basis! For a computer's limited powers, I imagine this is it's best attempt to kill my rabbit and other completely psychotic acts.

I am totally ready to kick its ass with a butcher knife. Someone should tell the computer that psychos never win.

I think I am staring down a battery issue, a modem issue and a computer issue. And as I'm not really sure of where to begin rectifying these issues, nor wanting to spend upward of $20 to have someone tell me how to fix it, we are in a frustrating and inefficient holding pattern. In which my access to the Internet is a crap shoot at any particular moment in the day, and I am tied to my desk at all times (therefore, limiting the benefits of a LAP TOP).

As I was in the middle of typing up a huge PhD level thesis on motherhood last night, I lost my Internet connection, and it never returned. Which, in the end, was okay, because that post needs some whittling to make a point. I hope to post it on Sunday, in a more condensed and witty version! It's a combo of something I'm working on for the book, but I am struggling lately with making book material, blog compatible? Dig?

And I need to make them work in tandem, because I don't want to give up the blog (I need daily affirmation), and I NEED to write the darn book. Also, a part of me is struggling with how "Christian" me comes off in all my realness and confessions and profanity on this here blog. Which is sort of RIDICULOUS, because one of the reasons I am writing the freaking book in the first place is to beat and bludgeon and bury the idea of Christians as "thinking-we're-all-kinds-of-perfect-and-holier-than-thou-because-we-wear-turtlenecks-in-July." And yet, as I am writing the thing as a calling from God, I'm also pretty sure there are some things that just aren't pleasing or glorifying to him. So, I am trying to figure out the balance of all this realness and inappropriateness and funniness and seriousness. Which, maybe, is like Lil' Wayne trying to record a grass roots folk album. It's sure gonna be interesting.

Also, I have been doing my long runs on Thursday afternoons, which means I am somewhat of a zombie by dinnertime. Yesterday, our weather was beautiful and cool! And I ran, and ran, and ran...and it actually felt pretty good. Probably helps that I have (once again) severely limited my Diet Coke intake this week. There just might be something to this whole theory on hydration and effective aerobic performance.

But shortly after completing my run, I began feeling my body's nervous ticks, as it does not like hours of exertion. And then I started to feel a bit of a sore throat coming on, which would be logical, as we have a snot fountain answering to the name of L, lately. Hours later, when this soreness disappeared, I realized that it was brought on by my long run, and the 100 minutes of heavy panting that went with it. Apparently, I dried my throat out--what with all that deep breathing (translation: gasping) of crisp spring air. Nice.

So that, folks, are all the excuses I have for not posting last night, and breaking from my constant schedule. Forgive me?

Also. I HAD to include that picture of the wondertwins, because it brings me great joy. Even though Big J spilled his slushie all over my mini (van) less than 20 minutes before this pic. Why, WHY aren't all child beds/furniture/clothing/toys/family mini vans made of plastic? Now, on top of the gross smell and general appearance of a garbage dump, my car also has a stickiness to it.

I do believe that is a trifecta of nasty.