I am a little annoyed and a little perplexed as to why this happens to me sometimes:
phone ringing...
Me: "Hello?" (like I don't have caller ID and can't see who is really calling)
Other Person: "Wow, you are extra chipper!"
Me: "Yup, that's me; just call me Chipper!"
Here's my question; why shouldn't I be?
Now, don't get me wrong. I can pull out a good category 5 bitch storm in a matter of, ohh .7 seconds, but c'mon! Why shouldn't I be chipper?
For the most part I am fairly happy. Happy to have a roof over my head, happy and content in the fact that I am the other half to a finely tuned machine that runs along the same parallels of this nice little outfit we call The Stone Party of Five. I am pleased and delighted in the fact that I have good people around me that humor me and my so called attempts to be witty and humorous and creative. (preferably they bring wine during these attempts) and I am more than tickled that I am a mother to 3 of the most wise crackin, serious as death talkin, long eye lashed wearing ravenous little piranha's on this side of lake Michigan. My life is good. I have 2 legs, 2 arms and a really big mouth. I have a body that was passed down to me by a gaggle of strong women and opinions and outlooks on life of men that have seen everything from 1920 to Woodstock & Vietnam to the rise and fall of the Soviet Union & Madonna's reinvention #22. I told my mom the other day that I am having a hard deciding if people are just really that unhappy in their own lives that they have to say something like that or they are genuinely just really enthralled with people that smile and wave, hug and kiss, and ask questions like, "How are you?" Wanna know what my mom told me?
"Honey, they are just jealous"
I think that I might have overheard someone at work the other night saying, "If you don't lighten up, we're gonna sick Cassy on you."
I guess I'll just take that as a compliment.
Whatever.
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The Boston Marathon is a week from today and in true, Ok I'm getting over my frustration of failing to do something I had my heart set on doing so badly overachiever wanna be runner Cassy ways I am SO very excited. I have followed a woman by th name of Kara Goucher for some time now (I won't give you specifics as you might very well think that I was a bit of a stalker). She is, in a nutshell, what they are calling a standout and a possible "shoe in" to nab the title of 1st American female to win the celebrated yearly spectical since 1985. No pressure Kara... The really humorous thing about me following this woman is this; in an article that I have just read in the last 2 months or so and following the hype and the training and the PT and the massage therapist suggestions and the diet she follows and the training and the dedication and the (did I mention) training and dedication? She was quoted as saying that after she is done with the marathon she is ready to have a baby. Isn't that funny? So... stick with me... after all that she has put her body through and all that she has already accomplished in her career, she wants to pack it up for a while (I am hoping she will come to the realization that most of us do after we push a small little being from our nether regions that she really will be a superhearo and capable of doing ANYTHING) and have a baby. Kind of puts the "everyone puts their pants on 1 leg at a time" perspective in check for this Mama. The woman made her marathon debut last fall in New York in a rip roarin time of 2:25:53 (roughly right under 6 mins per mile for 26.2 miles for those of you doing the math). On Sunday morning I woke up with a bright idea of why can't I go to Boston for the day so I can see her finish this race? Watch a little bit of running history be made and see her lift her arms in shear exaustion and elation as she finishes what will probably be 1 of the biggest highlights of her life. I perused the Expedia.com's and such on the world wide web in a desperate attempt to find a roundtrip ticket from TC to Boston for around $free dollars nd $no cents and sadly, I didn't find what I was looking for.
I will have to settle for Zman on the bus safely to school, Big Al having a little 1 on 1 time with her pal Dora, misc BDub activities on the living room floor, a big mug of coffee and the refresh button on my little Cadillac here on the OBR strip catching the mile by mile recap. Go get 'em Kara!
Enough said.
My love, love all my love,
the chipper stalker
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