"...In the end, people either have excuses or experiences; reasons or results; buts or
brilliance. They either have what they wanted or they have a detailed list of all the rational reasons why not."

~ Anonymous
(taken from Matt Erbele's, It Takes Time to Get Good)

Friday, May 14, 2010

Spring Babies

This week was a recovery week in my training. I do find it quite hilarious that while I often take big liberties with the training schedule (e.g. I have not done one single swim since before December), I am DEAD SERIOUS about recovery weeks. This time I was a little too serious about it, resulting in me taking three days off already this week.

Anyhoo, today hubby and I went for a leisurely ride through the park and we were treated with some very adorable spring babies that I thought I would share.

Please forgive my HORRIBLE pictures. I only had my phone with me and let's leave it at I am NOT impressed with the camera on my new Palm Pixie.

Fuzzy babies! Baby Geese. Canada Geese are the unofficial California state bird, second only to seagulls in number and the ability to cover all they encounter with bird shit.

Baby skunks! This is a band of 6 baby skunks. Mom sleeps during the day, but sometimes the babies get up and wander around a bit.

This little guy wandered off a little by himself and right up to me. Hubby says, we should call this one 'Darwin'. Hoo! He cracks me up sometimes.

Tomorrow I am heading out to Baylands to run 5 miles in honor of G's quivering mass of sniveling girlflesh turning the Big 5-0. (Yes, that is 5-0, as in 50 years of age and no, not dog years, actual human, holy-shit-that-is-half-a-fucking-century YEARS! In the words of my teenage charges, "Dude, that is HELLA old!" a full decade older than me actually if I can be a snarky bitch for a moment, and let's face it, we all know I can)

SteveQ is doing a 50k tomorrow (Yes, he is still injured. Don't get me started) G, himself, is doing a 5k (hate to be the one to point this out, G, but SQ's is longer), so I figured I would throw down with a 5 miler because 1. I needed to run more than G, since he is such a GIRL and all, and 2. I am not capable of running 50 miles, because, truth be told, if I could I would show up both of those SOB's.

After that I am headed to a spa weekend with my former Run Buddy (not to be confused with LA Run Buddy. I have a disturbing lack of creativity in creating blog monikers) we are celebrating the end of the AP exams and the craziness that goes into leading up to them. (For the record, regarding the AP biology exam, my students rocked the snot out of that SOB, if I can be a smug bitch for a moment, and let's face it, we all know I can)

Massage, sauna, hot tub, loafing about a cushy hotel room, Sunday brunch...

I can handle that.

Ok, in the interest of full disclosure I was not willing to leave town in light of the fact we did not know when hubby's surgery was going to be, so the hotel is 20 min from my home.

I am vacationing in my own city. Whatever. It will still be fun.

Hubby Update

His brachytherapy surgery is still an unknown, which I find really fucking frustrating. They say they will call next week, which for the record, is what they said last week. He is holding steady on the hormone therapy and I know there is no rush, but there is a large, irritable, and impatient part of me (Yes, that is only part. I do have other character traits) that wants to get the radiation underway and get the cancer out of my husband NOW, goddamn it!

Anyway, we are still waiting for news.


Aka Alice said...

Local vay-Kay is still a vay-Kay in my book.

Let's see...I ran 8 miles today...which has no real number that will make it into 50, but I did run by a bunch of old dudes today, so that counts, right?

The skunks may be cute, but after they sprayed under our house, this past winter, they are decidedly less cute to me now!

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Most important things first: Thanks for the update on the hub. I hear you on how frustrating it can be to wait, but results are what count, and I know he'll kick that cancer's ass!

Awww ... little baby geese that shit on everything and little stinky baby skunks led you directly into wishing ME a happy birthday? I would attempt to articulate how touched I am by this, but words fail me so I'll just say this instead:

F*CK YOU, B*tch!1!

Hahahahahaha! I mean that in the best possible sense, which means underneath the surface of that message is a subtler subtext that is trying to impart to you the following maudlin sentiment:

F*CK YOU, B*tch!1!


Hey, are going for a personal worst in your run today, too! I am in my 5k! If I finish it in 45 minutes, I'll be mad at myself for running it too fast.

Finally, SteveQ's may be longer but ... well ... hmmmmm ...

I got nothing. Because I'm hella old.

Thanks for the shoutout, sister! (Even though I know the only reason you mention me on your blog is to attract more hits from the Pervert Sector of Teh Interwebs.)

Best to the Hub!

Anne said...

First, I hope you hear soon from the hospital...

Second, I totally enjoy reading your post and then checking out Glaven's comments...you guys are so entertaining :)

Christi said...

I hope you have a great weekend and that your husband has surgery soon!

Jo Lynn said...

Cute baby pictures. I love seeing them every year. It always warms my heart.
I can't believe you can't get a date for hubby's surgery. That really sucks.
I hope you had a good time getting pampered. ;)

Unknown said...

I saw baby ducks on my run the other day. And baby quail. soooooo cute

Hope you hear from the hospital soon about the surgery. How frustrating!

Missy said...

Uh, yeah, I'd want to get it the hell out ASAP too.

Baby geese are just rats in disguise, mean and they shit everywhere.

SteveQ said...

You called me a SOB? But the only "B" I know is you!


Bad enough to think I was hot for teacher, but this is getting creepy.

SteveQ said...

And I need a Venn diagram of "large, irritable and impatient." That fortuitous comma suggests there's a part of you that's large...

Regina said...

I was going to say about those baby geese, great, more poop, but you covered it (pun fully intended).

Let me just say for the record, an hour on the massage table is a vacation to me, so 20 minute away in a hotel room? Might as well be freaking Tahiti in my book.

Even though I can't possibly know what you guys are going through with your husband's cancer, I do get your urgency about starting treatment and eradicating it from his body. Keeping all my fingers and toes crossed.

Maryland Girl aka Michelle said...

I hope you enjoyed your local vay-kay and spa time! It is all good!. I hope that your hubby's surgery is scheduled soon. I can't believe they keep people waiting when they have cancer in their bodies.

You are an awesome teacher if those kids all rocked the AP exam. Good stuff!

Formulaic said...

Keeping fingers crossed for Husband.

RoadBunner said...

First off, fingers crossed those doctors get off their arses and get back to you! Good thoughts your way!

Baby skunks! OMG! I think baby skunks are SO SO CUTE!! I have never seen any in person but would LOVE to!

I saw ducklings the other day on my run. Last night I saw some "teenage" goslings. Don't know where they had been hiding all this time. Usually I get to watch them grow up but these guys stayed well hidden.