Hi! Remember me? Yeah. Pneumonia. And a website. That explains all.

I’m thinking about my resolutions for 2010 a lot lately. I do two sets of New Year’s resolutions, one at Rosh Hashana, and one at New Year’s. This year, I think I have to stop noticing or caring what other people think of me, and that includes all those pesky Google Alerts.

It really, and I mean REALLY bugs the ever loving crap out of me when people get all bent out of shape on what I decide to do with a website. I mean, really. Isn’t the internet big enough that you can do your thing and I can do mine and why on EARTH does what I do affect anyone else at all? So, in order to stop contributing to my own feelings of complete irritation, I’m going to set my world up so I notice far, far less what people are saying. Noli nothi permittere te terere.

I also have to start getting to bed earlier. Jeebus. I need caffeine. 

Baba: 103F. However, partying like it’s 1999 and he’s Prince.

Freebird: Drawing animals that LOOK like the animals. I did some drawing with his 494,577,454 crayons and we had a good old time. I can’t wait to go to camp this month with him. Note to self: draw more with Freebird.

Hubby: home with Baba. Poor guy.

Me: Tired.

Happy Monday!

We went to the beach yesterday for the day. For more than two hours, Hubby and I did nothing. I didn’t even bring my phone. No email, no Twitter, no nothing. Just playing in the sand and watching Freebird and Baba O’Riley fill buckets with water and play on the beach.

It was like having something inside my stomach slowly unwind and relax. So perfect. I have to remind myself that a day trip is easy, it’s only an hour away, and we can in fact travel light. Well, light-ish.

I love the beach.

1. I have a hernia. I can’t feel it, but it’s definitely there and pulls or feels odd at different times. In September, I’ll have surgery to correct it and make sure no others are coming through - pretty much C-section Part II only without the prize at the end. Though I do get drugs. WOO!

2. My hair is too long. I just realized that. Need to get it cut.

3. This weekend, we gardened. We planted a tree, and many, many shrubs. Hubby noticed that we’ve gardened every Sunday of 4th of July weekend for the past 4 years. With so much bare garden to fill, it’ll be a long process.

4. I wonder if I can get winter hardy camellias or magnolias (I think we’re zone 6). I found one but the nursery went out of business.

5. I also want to find purple hydrangeas. Really big honking purple ones.

6. I’ll be off for almost a month post surgery. Maybe I can shop online and figure out the garden then. Whee! 

1. I’m 34. Woo hoo!

2. Yesterday, when the sun finally came out, I ran a mile on the treadmill for an abbreviated workout, and then we biked with the boys for 2+ miles through Montclair. I’m kind of appalled at myself. Who is this strange person with the energy? And the bike helmet?

3. Freebird conked out within minutes of getting in the bike seat. Even after driving over a pothole or two, he didn’t wake up. A bike helmet brim banging on your backbone hurts, if you were curious. Ow.

4. I have two mottos for my 34th year:

Never save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow, it may rain.- Leo Durocher

Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress. - Epictetus

Because really, how can you go wrong with a guy named Epic Tetus? 

1. Which of the following answers is preferable when someone who asks me about my child care situation then intones upon finding out that Freebird and Baba are in school from 8am until about 5:30pm: Oh. That’s a really long day! Note: this usually comes with a “shame shame” voice directed at me.

So: which answer is better to “Oh, that’s a really long day:”

a. Well, it’s better than both boys being home by themselves for the same amount of time while my husband and I work to provide food, clothes, medical coverage and housing.
b. Yes, but so is mine. I’d prefer we all stay home - would you like to pay for that?
c. It is: a long, hard, difficult thing to endure, much like your judgmental attitude of my parenting.
d. Fuck you.

2. Am I the only one or does Oil of Olay make other people break out like OMG HOLY SHIT? I keep seeing all these ads for regenerist and peelerist and what the fuckist and I can’t think of a single Olay product I’ve tried that hasn’t given me monster pimples within 2 days. And that stuff is expensive, too.

I’m in a rotisserie baseball league and have been for longer than I can count. Well, let me try. Um. 10 years?! JESUS CHRIST. I think it’s been since 1997.

I’m horrified. Ok, maybe 1998 but still. What is up with the time and the passing. Is the entire universe on Blog Time where a week is like a year and a half?!

Anyway, enough about my problems locating myself within an appropriately slow-moving space-time continuum.

Last night, Hubby came in second in one of his many fantasy leagues. This one was football, and he didn’t win. But it’s still awesome. Because Sean, who has been playing fantasy sports since the dawn of time, finally won a league. He was one of the original members of Hubby’s rotisserie league, and despite that many years, about fourteen thousand “Time out - gotta look him up” moments during auction drafts, countless different sports leagues, and a wide knowledge of random sports trivia, Sean has never won.

He now has a win. Way to go Sean!

Ok, after uploading that graphic and checking it on the site, I have to say: in that picture, Yogi Berra kind of looks like Sean. Now I’m freaked out. Sean has better teeth though.