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    June 30th, 2009

    (I actually received that message as a text from my cousin who leaves nearby - it was crazy because I got it right as we were getting settled in our hotel room!)

    We planned on leaving early on Monday morning to get a good start and get into town before it got too late in the day.  The boys slept really well, so we were loathe to wake them, especially since Mike was still lazing around!  We finally got on the road around 8 or 8:30.  I’ll tell you this much…Ohio is BORING.  Pennsylvania is very pretty but mountainous and I get a little freaked out driving in them.   Not to mention, there was like a 90 mile stretch when we were on the turnpike and there wasn’t a Service Area (or whatever they call them! In MI, they are Rest Areas!) and we were ready…SO ready for a break!  But, we made it and it wasn’t horrible.  Matt even took a nice long nap; I dozed off a few times - mostly when Mike was driving, hehe.

    Since it was rush hour-ish when we crossed into Maryland, there was a bit of a backup, but we got to the hotel pretty easily (passing right by the National Cathedral!).

    Our hotel is gorgeous, and very intriguing to me.  It’s very old, but very up to date renovation-wise, but the way the room is setup makes me want to know what they used to look like.  We have a big main room, and even a balcony (overlooking nothing, sadly).  The odd thing is when you walk in the door, you curve to the left , down a short hall to get to the room.  To the immediate left, right inside the door, is the closet.  The closet has a lock on the inside of the door. Then, there is a little hallway to the right that has a door leading to the bathroom, and the end of the wall has a mirror.  Kind of a dressing area, but more like a hall.  I’d like to do some research on it, and hopefully find some pictures of it as it was originally.

    The boys are fabulous, having a great time and being good. Unfortunately, they aren’t handling the heat very well. Today, we got up and planned to ride the Metro to the White House and check it out and see what else we could see around there.  Before we even plunged into the depths of the earth, the boys were starting to whine slightly about being tired and hot.

    While we waited on the platform, Matt was alternately nervous and excited.  Preston was making me nervous moving too close to the edge.  When it finally arrived (not long, but it felt long since one left as we were walking up), we crammed ourselves in.

    I always think it’s funny riding subways…you can always tell the difference between the people that do it day in and day out for work and the tourists.  We’re all smiling, excited and looking around; commuters are all in their own little worlds.  Nothing wrong with it, it’s just noticeable.

    We did make it to the White House and I got a fabulous picture of the boys in front (in back?) of it.  I did have a moment of anger at the stupid people in this world that have made it difficult, rather, next to impossible, to get close to anything anymore.  The security, while impressive, is kind of annoying.  We even got to see protesters walking and chanting!! I’m still disappointed that we didn’t get to go on a tour - stupid Congressman.  But I’m glad we got to see it, even though it was through the fence and concrete barriers and secret service agents.

    Since the boys, even after numerous breaks in the shade with drinks, were not going to make it ANY further, we hopped a cab and came back to the hotel. A little lunch and some pool time, and they were doing well again.  We actually got out of the pool right as they were closing it due to rain/storming.

    With the rest of the afternoon ahead of us and knowing that many museums would close around 5, we decided to go to the Washington National Cathedral.

    I took well over 100 pictures…I couldn’t breathe it all in, it was so astounding and amazing. The architecture, the scale, the meaning.  What a fantastic place.  I know the pictures, though many, won’t do it justice, but I sure gave it a try!

    After the Cathedral, we actually drove around and ended up driving through Georgetown. By the time we were headed back to the hotel, Rock Creek Parkway was one way because of the time of day - how fun to be able to drive on the wrong side of the road because of rush hour traffic!!

    Hot and sweaty once again, we went down to the pool bar to have some dinner and then hop in the water. Oddly, for the second time today, we were getting out just as the skies opened up and it started to downpour.

    We’re having a great time and I’ll have a ton of pictures to share.  I’m loving D.C. so far - the history, the architecture, the people - who have been so friendly!  It’s honestly just SO nice to be away from home with no plans, no work, no major responsibilities.  I’m missing keeping up to date with all of you, but I’m still checking in here and there!

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    rAnDOm ThOuGhtS

    June 27th, 2009

    Ok, let me just first say this - while I understand there is much sadness in the world that Michael Jackson died, I am not on that bandwagon.  Yes, I loved his music when I was young, even had a poster of him in my bedroom that my brother teased me mercilessly about.  But he became a horrible person, in my opinion.  Allegations, truths, whatever, my image of him was changed permanently years ago.  Any grown man who says that he thinks it’s ok to sleep with, to have little boys in his bed, whether his child or not, so that he can “love” them? Well, that makes me want to vomit.  You can use what ever excuse you want - his horrible father, bad childhood, lack of childhood, whatever, but in my eyes there are no excuses.  He may have been the King of Pop in his day, but he died a broken, sick man.

    And the fact that it took him dying for people to buy cds and remember that they liked his music? Well, that’s just wrong too. Setting up shrines? Calling him an idol and a hero? I’m not in the music business, and I certainly don’t discount what he accomplished musically, but how does everyone just erase everything else just because he died?  I don’t get it.

    Poor Farrah Fawcett - fought such a hard, valient, horrible battle with cancer and lost on the same day. Her story was at least one of faith and true love and courage and she got pushed to the background. Now that is sad.

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    ANYWAY,

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    When I was young - elementary school age - we lived in these condos, and across the street from the complex was a place called Chadwick’s.  It was, if I recall correctly, a flower shop first and foremost.  We went there for the candy though.  Although I don’t remember specifically what candy my friends and I went for, I remember it being in little bins around a circular counter and being at the perfect kid height.  That was back when we ran across 2 lanes of traffic without parents because there wasn’t much traffic. When we were allowed (encouraged!) to go out and about with a friend or even alone.  The days of being out past dark, playing Kick the Can or Hide n’ Seek, being loud and crazy and silly while parents sat together and talked inside.

    Or in my case, my mom and her best buddies would crack open a gallon jug (green glass bottle, yo!) of wine and frost their hair. Yes, FROST.

    I still drive past Chadwick’s fairly often.  It’s been closed for years, but someone must live in the house behind it, because it’s still there.  Now though, there is a beautiful pink dollhouse in the front window; the sign is rusted, the rest of the windows filled with assorted junk.  But sometimes, as I drive by, I see myself as a little girl running with her best friends across the street, smelling the steamy smell of flowers and feeling the brisk air of the floral coolers on a hot summer day.  I have to wonder what the story of that pink dollhouse is and why they put it in the front window.

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    We’re heading to D.C. for a vacation and I am so excited.  None of us have ever been, so we’re all pretty thrilled at checking out our nation’s capital.  Maybe we’ll run into POTUS at the ice cream shop or at Five Guys getting burgers!!  Sadly, we didn’t get in on a White House tour - that was the one thing that Matt really wanted to do.  Of course, he figured if we went to his house, we’d get to meet Obama; I didn’t bother to explain more than that the President is a very busy man and that we probably wouldn’t see him.

    While there are many things that we all want to see and do while we’re there, I have to say honestly that if we did nothing more than looked at the buildings on the drive in, swam in the hotel pool and ate room service that I would be beyond happy.  This mama needs a vacation!!

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    Tomorrow is going to be spent organizing, packing and finishing laundry/cleaning up the house.  The day, I’m sure, will go really fast and really s—l—-o—-w.  I’ve got some work to do before I’m out of town for a week, so I’ll have to squeeze that in, too.

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    Matt doesn’t seem to want to (need to?) eat or sleep much lately.  Last night, he finally fell asleep around midnight - and that was after a completely full and very busy day, playing with Molly and then outside in the pool for hours! This morning, up before 8. And now, 10:13 and he is very much awake watching Ice Road Truckers.  He’s had so little to eat, I can’t even comprehend how he has the energy to still be up!!

    Preston, on the other hand, fell asleep waiting for dinner to be done around 7:30 tonight.  It’s entirely possible he’ll be up VERY early, but at least he’s getting some sleep!

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    I really, really, really, want some ice cream.  A hot fudge sundae… nom nom nom

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    There’s this young woman on Ice Road Truckers who “wants to play with the big boys”…I don’t get it.  I realize the money can be good, but seriously? Hauling crap on ice? Not for me at all. My neighbor is a truck driver and he wouldn’t do anything else - and I couldn’t see him doing anything else.  I am SO not a driving kind of person!  See, kids, it’s important to know your strengths and weaknesses….hehe

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    Daisy is spending the week at Mike’s parents’ house.  There are like 40 dogs over there, so she should have a fabulous, exhausting time. I worry that she’s going to be bad because she’s missing us, but not so worried that I would take her elsewhere.  And when we get back? Her first stop will be the groomer!  The only downside to running with all those dogs is the dirty, slobbery mess we’ll get back.

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    Ok, I’ve run out of thoughts…have any random thoughts you’d like to share with me? Please leave them in the comments!!

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    P.S. I can’t believe a random thoughts post of mine didn’t include my complaining about my foot!!!  My left foot….today, I was almost wondering if it would be less painful to cut it off!!

    1. I have plantar fasciitis
    2. I have a bone spur
    3. The side of my foot hurts from walking like a goober to compensate for it
    4. I walked, full speed, into the stupid cat scratching post and bruised my middle toe
    5. I got bit by a mosquito on the top of my foot
    6. Matt stepped and stood on my foot.

    So if you see me limping, or hear me whining, I’m ok once I get going, but it takes me a few minutes to do so!!

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    Not caring as much

    June 23rd, 2009

    If you know me at all, it’s no secret that I worry about what people think of me. Wait, maybe it is a secret…I talk big, but when it comes down to it, I’ve always been concerned with the thoughts of others.  Which in general, means that I’ve given people too much…what? Credit? (I just lost my train of thought catching up on tweets, hehe).  Anyway, gave myself too much credit, maybe.  I mean, WHY the heck would most people give a crap about me or how I look??

    But recently? Even though I am the heaviest I’ve ever been? I don’t really give a shit so much.  I mean, yeah, I’m overweight, but I don’t dress like I’m a size 4 or anything.  I don’t wear revealing clothing; if my clothes cling too much, I’m totally uncomfortable, so I wear clothes that fit, but not that fit snugly. And I admit, I look at overweight women who wear those revealing outfits, those outfits that are so snug I wonder how they can breathe, and I think not why do they do that? but, wow, the confidence that person has!

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    Summer is upon us here in the midwest - fiercely, at the moment.  Tomorrow promises to be 90 degrees and sunny with no wind (in other words FREAKING HOT).  Last week the boys and I hit the mall and I found an acceptable swimsuit (thank heavens for Lands End, seriously).  I bought it for our upcoming vacation, knowing the boys will want to take full advantage of the hotel pool.

    Then yesterday, we got out our blow up pool to cool off.  Since it’s inflatable, we put it in our side yard, next to our driveway, so the dog doesn’t get it (Daisy LOVES the water and would puncture it immediately!).  The boys were getting in and I decided what the hell and put on my suit.  The water was icy cold, but felt fabulous.

    The nice part was that I didn’t care…didn’t care about all the cars that would drive down the street and see me.  Didn’t care about the workmen painting the house across the street…didn’t care about my neighbors seeing me.

    All I cared about (besides getting cool) was the laughing and splashing and smiling that I got to do with my boys because I didn’t care who saw me in my swimsuit.

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