caught up in the world

I don’t know where I’ve been! Just….not here. Obsessively refreshing the weather channel. Currently there are three tabs open in my browser, one for each projected path. Hanna, Ike, Josephine.

quickly, because my yoga hour is disintegrating (format stolen shamefully from Robin)
:
-I watched Obama. was filled with hope. Also scared something horrible would happen while I was watching.
-It’s not the threat of damage from hanna and Ike that scares me so much as the expense of preparing and possibly evacuating. (I say I’ll never go; my husband has threatened to drug me with an Ambien cocktail if need be)
-Jack is snotty.
-Both kids three days apart had hour-long episodes of violent puking last week and were perky and rambunctious immediately after.
-Babysat Mel’s kids overnight this weekend and really it was pretty fun. But I need to spend more time at her house so that I can relax there. On the other hand, it’s my inability to relax at her house that nets her cobblers and muffins and clean laundry.
-The car’s check engine light is on again, and I’m pissed.
-scored a Cinderella convertible power wheels off freecycle. Bad gas petal but I have faith in the POWER OF GRAHAM.
-We have to lock the bathroom doors from the outside at all times. Will post reason why later. Let me just tell you that it’s nasty.
-Teenagers. They do one smart thing for every 5 utterly dumb things. Then they’re like “what? I did good!” (as in, I called you to let you know where I was! why can’t you let me slide on not coming home on time and not getting my boyfriend out of the house on time FOR THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW?”)
-Teenagers and their crazy hair. TeenHer’s got dreadlocks again. Her hair is short this time. She looks like Sideshow Bob. (but in a cute way. really.)
-The blue cat follows me from room to room and curls up a safe distance from me wherever I am. But will not let me hold or pet her. Okay, she tolerates some petting but if I even lay down within 4 feet of her she’ll get up and move. She’s me.
-My bras are getting baggy. So then why are my pants too small?
-I love Yoga but after a weekend off, it’s very very hard to go up there and get lost in the power of the Yee.