Somehow, I feel like CJ and I packed in an entire month’s worth of activity into the past few days. Therefore, I am exhausted … yet thankful. We enjoyed family time and us time and we also slept in once. That was lovely. Continue reading
This one is for some days.
Well, I guess I should first clarify that our Sunday activity was the antithesis of quiet. We found ourselves at THUNDER JAM NATIONALS (and yes, you have to shout it otherwise it’s not as impactful) this past Sunday alongside a host of other truck-loving little ones.
Overall, just over two hours of good, clean (and loud) entertainment. And for anyone who may be curious, I did not attempt any of these stunts on the way home.
Last Saturday was spent largely on the couch. That day, and the way that CJ and I both felt, seemed to become a theme for the week. We both felt <airquotes>better</airquotes> when Monday rolled around but then as the week progressed, I just felt myself getting less energetic and more tired, lethargic and achy.
I was on my way to get CJ tonight after a few days of separation. I was
hauling poking along the road I’ve traveled down like a million times and noticed a tractor in the field as I crested the first hill. Continue reading
Connor (and I) had a snow day today. I could write another (potentially incredibly long) post about the fun of simultaneously trying to work and hang out with your almost seven-year-old but I’m too tired. And sore. Well, that might just be my legs from the sledding, but still. Continue reading
“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” – Thomas Paine
We’re all given a name at birth, right? I (fortunately or otherwise) was given the name Staci. No, it is not short for Anastasia. And yes, it is spelled with an “i”. I did learn in a very brief InterWeb search that my name is Greek in origin and means “Resurrection” (which is awesome and makes all kinds of sense) and that its most popular year was 1973 … many, many years before my birth.
But, aside from that very strange pique in self-confidence we all get when we hear our name and that very awkward feeling we get when we have to write it on those silly stickers at an event, how much can we really identify with our name? In my opinion, it ultimately takes a back seat to all of the other labels we might be given throughout our lives. Continue reading
Or … why I think racing derby cars may be what I was born to do.
Exhibit 1 (with play-by-play)
Exhibit 2 (with play-by-play)
I should also add that the 7-11 car (Connor’s favorite, by the way) won the entire event and a $200 bonus for performing a complete flip … and going along on its merry way.
I think my driving history and daring personality make this line of work a definite possibility.
The county fair spanned the course of this past week and I made several observations during my two visits. So, in the spirit of sharing … here’s the top ten. Continue reading