It’s no wonder I’m never nominated for any blog awards or why I’m never asked to do any talks or invited to any big conferences. I can’t even keep up with my own blog let alone what’s going on out there. If it weren’t for Murray, I probably wouldn’t even realize how much time goes by between posts. But you skip one Murray post and the emails start flooding in.
You shall not miss a Murray post, Michele. HOW DARE YOU!
I skipped Mom It Down, too. But my baking friends don’t care. It’s you crazy cat lovers, you’re the ones that remind me of what I started here. And I do so love you all.
Let’s see, though… where have I been?
ATLANTIC CITY
We had a long weekend, so we went to Atlantic City for a night while my folks watched Emory. You might be asking, “Why Atlantic City?” We asked ourselves that too. Because neither one of us are gamblers. I gamble once a decade. And since I’ve only been above the age of 21 for two decades, I’ve been twice. OK, that’s a lie. Three times. I’ve been gambling three times.
But on Saturday we played Craps. We played Craps for five hours. We played Craps for five hours on 30 bucks. I know! That’s apparently pretty damn good. I haven’t the slightest idea if that’s true or not. Considering at one point we were up about 500 bucks, it doesn’t feel all that good. We should have walked away at that point. But we were having so much fun!
At 1 AM we finally left the table with the money we started with minus 30 bucks and headed out for some late night grilled cheese. So, I got gambling out of my system. I’ll see a casino again sometime in my 40s.
THE DOOCE COMMUNITY
Also! A couple of months ago, I was given the role of Community Manager over on the Dooce Community. It’s been great, but it is time-consuming. I write over there a great deal. So, if you miss me here for some inexplicable reason, you should stop by there. I tend to have a big mouth over there.
VISITING A FRIEND
I’ve had the pleasure of seeing S. She’s now in rehab and almost completely… complete. :] I’m amazed and inspired by her strength and recovery. Originally, I found myself asking, How did this happen to her? She’s so healthy! And then I realized something: if it happened to anyone else? They probably wouldn’t be here to tell me about it.
Naturally, if I could, I would undo her having to go through this at all, but she is so strong and I’m just so pleased that she’s going to be OK.
Thanks to you all again for the stories and kind words.
WATCHING THE OLYMPICS
The saving grace this February has been the Olympics. And y’all know how I feel about February. Oh my sweet Jesus, I do so love the Olympics. We’ve been glued to the TV and my son is now obsessed with snowboarding and skiing; we’ll likely be visiting a mountain or two in our future. Snowboarding has damn near knocked gymnastics out entirely.
Then Curling showed up and I publicly ridiculed it on Twitter:
That started a Twitter conversation between a couple of other women I follow.
Then, finally:
I know. Not very nice. What did Curling ever do to me? Nothing. It’s just weird. But! Get this! Three hours later? I fell in love with it. Like, I’m TOTALLY into this sport now and simply must play—drunk or not.
The Olympics are awesome even if they’re taking place in Canada*. And the emotions I’m experiencing have me totally psyched for this year’s World Cup. Go World!
Anyway. That’s it in a nutshell. Again: I’m sorry I missed yet another Murray post. I will make sure to have one next week. And I’m sorry I didn’t post this week’s Mom It Down. It’s a good one! I think. Super healthy. I will post it next week.
Curing, dudes. Curling.
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*I’m kidding**.
**OR AM I?
Mihow 
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