I'm BACK.  Coming soon with updates from the adventures of Digby and Devon at South Park.  So many stories coming from this little hamlet in central Lawrence.  Look for stories soon!

I am a coyote...

Totally almost updated my facebook status with my feelings about H1N1. Stupid. Glad I didn't.

We are on week two. Both kids and husband have had it now. Have I? I haven't. I credit that to my current formula for success:

1. Bikram Yoga at least three times a week.
2. Sleeping in.
3. Vodka.

So, the Bikram is really the only component that is probably going to be supported by others. I really hope that my mom doesn't read this post. If she does, she will remind me of my paternal Grandfather's happiness caused by vodka scheduled throughout the day. I only hope that when I am 85 that someone is giving me my first cocktail at 10. sounds lovely.

Back to Bikram...it kind of rocks. I don't really want to let the secret get out too much. I'm not really that worried it will happen. You sweat in a 100 degree room for 90 minutes. I could just be hanging out rather than constantly "sucking in my stomach" (which I am CERTAIN the instructor is saying directly to me - I would like to wear a sign that says "TWO C-SECTIONS, please don't ask me to suck in my stomach. Those muscles are no longer attached") in order to completely soak my clothes in sweat. I said something a little snarky tonight, and snarky has been a tone I have set for the day. I don't think the little co-ed knew that I was being snarky. She commented that she had tanned before she came to class. I told her I had done this once (and it would have SO MUCH better if I was lying, but I had this event...), and it was the worst class I ever had. I told her I could barely keep it together and thought I was going to die from overheating...Good luck!

So, sweating your toxins out is a good idea. I no longer feel like there is an early time I should get up, because I no longer feel like I am going to get up and exercise. Doing that at Bikram, folks. Sleep is good.

Finally, the vodka is killing anything I don't sweat out. I wouldn't want you to sterilize my open wound with vodka, but it is a "known killer of germs" - is it not? I probably won't post until Halloween, but who knows. Have a lovely week leading up to that holiday. I really hope that KU beats the Sooners. Sorry, Whoorl.

Don't promise, Dev...

Pictures tomorrow, huh? As I was just remarking to a lovely old friend, this is my poor poor poor neglected space. I think when I can keep it updated, the family might be ready to add a dog. Speaking of which, I don't think I have ever mentioned our 8 year old "chats" (that's for you Mrs. Almon and Mrs. Henderson) Betsy and Endo. Good cats. They were wedding presents. Maybe I can get a good pic of Houidini (Endo) on his next escape. I kind of look at Endo as training for my 3 year old daughter when she is a teenager.

Speaking of which, said child celebrated her 3rd birthday with a grand bang on Saturday. She was so celebrated by family and friends and neighbors. You must check out the crown that was made and gifted by one talented crabcakes seamstress in this photo.


So, there are also puppet theater, bouncehouse (moonwalk, if you're nasty), and party pics to share. So maybe that will be inspiration for further posts...maybe even this week. Don't expect anything, though. You should know that from me.

great day

I can't believe I don't have pictures...but it was a great day today, and I will have pics tomorrow!

Bodega, it's really happening...

We made it to norcal this afternoon.  One major caveat, and then the vacation can commence.  If you, or anyone you love works for Hertz rentals...well, today wasn't a shining moment for them at SFO, and they are going to to get a call tomorrow, and I will begin, "I support Hertz because it's a brand I can trust,  I always see my name on your happy little board, and in turn that makes me happy.  My damn name was not on said board today."

It was awful.  What's more that's awful is the fact that I have no signs on towels left.  For those of you checking in for that mere reason, stay tuned.  I have plenty of my life to share. Get fired up!!!
Devon

Bodega...

We aren't there yet, but we will be. There will be some pictures. There will be some stories. I am kind of happy that I discovered a blogger that has relocated to Bodega from Petaluma and writes about all things Bodega. I understand why she doesn't post everyday, though. I am thankful for her ideas, and if by chance she has any additional info for me and my little choddies while we are there - I would be forever grateful.
Not a lot to report on in the world of healthcare reform, incidentally. Big surprise, right?

Welcome Home Glamour Cat!

I have read a lot of blogs during the short time I have been exposed. Not a lot lately - like most of 2008 and 2009, due to lack of time available. I think I have read enough to know the following: bloggers love to welcome their new animals via blog posts. Some folks even bring you in on the anticipation of the new pet. (thank you, dana). I actually think it is something great about which to blog - a new pet is a new member of the family. End of sentence.

That is why I am so excited to tell y'all about Glamour Cat. This is something we have been anticipating since early June when TK lovingly leaned over in bed one night and shared his iTouch with me and said the following words, "This is what I want for Father's Day." My response was one of my most loving, "Then you should have it, get it now." That's when the transaction began. TK should come with a warning label from time to time. You know, the normal warnings:

• Don't let him drink and eat at the same time, or he might cuddle up in an empty booth and go to sleep.



• Don't tell him you would rather make your own homemade pie rather than buy one at Perkins, because he will think that sounds like a great idea!



• Don't let him order something unless he is CERTAIN he knows where he lives. That includes the zip code.

And, sure there are plenty of other warnings (of course there are many that pertain to me, but this is my blog), but let's just say that the prints showed up last week, after some re-routing across the country side. Glamour Cat has traveled. He has seen the world.

It is really with no further snarky comments that I introduce you to the new member of our "team." The new FOTK (friend of the kim's). The new mantelpiece in my kitchen. I give you Booted Glamour Cat, and Soul of the Glamour Cat:

Seriously, Happy Father's Day to a dad that: swung kids in the pool this weekend, helped them jump of the diving board for the first time, geared up a tackle box for his son, did all the grocery shopping, played hockey (and only lost by one), and still managed to get his little kitties framed.