Unplug!!

I don't work out to music. I don't own an ipod or any type of mp3 player, mostly because Wes won't let me download music. Really I like exercising to my own shoes hitting the blacktop as I take heaving breaths. What bothers me is that I say "hi", "good morning" and the like to everyone I pass, while people avoid eye contact or can't hear me because their ears are stuffed with noise. Even the old folks are tuned out listening to MoTab or something. What is this world coming to! I've said hi to the drug dealers while they're holding up a bag of some kind of white powder, and after a couple of times I didn't see them anymore. I have to think that being aware of what's going on around you is important to the safety of the 'hood. My saying hi to everyone has only come back to bite me a handful of times, so I'm going to continue to try and make this world a better place. And partly because I'm afraid of getting hit by a car because I can't hear them coming.

I've died and gone to heaven

There is a patient at one of the clinics I cover that spoils us. She bought a flat screen for us last year, so I've been watching the Olympics this week at work. But even better; today was her anniversary so she brought us the best pastries I've ever had in my life. They're from Bakers de Normandie in Holladay. Even the ones I don't think I would like are like gold in my mouth. I have a sweet tooth like nobody's business and will eat almost anything sugary you put in front of me (even straight sugar). It has to be made with all the good fattening, real cream kind of stuff to be this amazing. It makes my head spin to think of the calories and fat that I've ingested in such a short amount of time. The chocolate strawberry on top of one of the tortes alone was the best chocolate covered strawberry I've ever had, and I could eat them by the bucket load. Nothing I've ever had has been better than these, not at the chocolate show, not at a fancy wedding, not at a fancy restaurant, or any other bakery. I know true love when I taste it, and maybe if I really love you, I'll get you some of these amazing pastries someday...so long as you share with me.

Is George W. Really Batman?

I heard it talked about on the radio the other day like it was common knowledge and I'm an idiot for not seeing it straight away. They were saying how the Dark Knight is an analogy to George W.'s war on terror. In Dark Knight, the police (the UN) weren't getting the job done with all the really bad criminals in Gotham. So Batman steps up to take them out, just like George W. did. By the end of the movie, everyone hates Batman just like everyone hates W. for doing the job that no one else was ballsy enough to do.

I'm going to go on record to say that I like W. I heard him interviewed by Bob Costas as the Olympics (I can't stand Bob Costas. He's a Jazz hater, small man, whose big shoes aren't fooling anybody.) George W. said that he talked to Putin and Demitri about them invading Georgia and how it's wrong, the Olympics are for time of peace not invading your neighbor. And that they better back off or there will be consequences. He also went to an underground church on Sunday in China. He told the president of China that he should legalize them and give more freedom to his people. I don't care that he's there watching the games, because he's still getting his job done. Telling people how it is.

Evan Woody vs. Micheal Phelps

My sister mentioned this first, but does my brother kind of look like Michael Phelps?











I really wish I had TV this week (I was really, really wishing it when my stroller had a flat tire this AM and I had to run on the treadmill). I love the Olympics. It may be my fascination with muscles (good thing I'm a physical therapist). It's the human body in peak performance. Not the pretty but useless gym muscles, but muscles that achieve truly amazing feats of speed and power. The summer Olympics are better than the winter, just because there's typically less equipment and clothing.

Watch the video on this page. It's amazing, and intense, and what being an American is all about.
http://www.nbcolympics.com/swimming/news/newsid=194272.html#smashing+performance+u+s+relay

Dylan Update for the Out-of-Towners

Dylan finally broke tooth #8. It was worse than the other 7 put together. Fever, snotty nose, up all night screaming. So that's 1 more down, 16 to go. I can't wait.

I took him to the pediatrician last week finally for the spitting up. By 7 months and solid foods, I really thought he would just grow out of it, but he hasn't. She started him on Prevacid, but almost a week later we haven't really seen any results. If it hasn't started working in another week he'll end up at the GI specialist's for tests. Pray for the Prevacid, I really don't want him to have surgery again. I started counting how many times he spit up after a feeding, and it really is between 5 and 7. I wasn't exaggerating when I said he spit up 30x/day.

The boy is crawling all over and into everything. It's pretty funny because he doesn't know how to back out or down from everything, so he gets stuck and start whining. He pulls himself up on everything he can. Usually me. Exposing me by pulling on my shirt, or pulling my hair. It's a lot of work just to hold on to him as he tries to flip 180's in your arms to get to or see what he wants. He tried to crawl in the bathtub yesterday and ended up face planting in the water. Hopefully, he learned his lesson and won't try it again. Not very safe you know. His crawling really has me down about my house keeping skills. I always thought I kept a pretty clean house, until Turbo scrapes his belly on the ground and spins coming away filthy.

When he's sad he'll whine "uh-muh" as he tries to find me. I think that's the closest we're getting to mama for now. He's been a lot more interested in watching me talk and repeat different sounds over and over. He does what I think must be his version of kisses when he puts his mouth against my cheek and moves it over and over, like I kiss him over and over. Sometimes I think maybe he's going to be a little snuggler after all. At least I can hope. Most of the time I'm just not interesting enough for him. He was actually snuggling yesterday morning and I thought "I better eat this up, becuase with the way he's going he's going to be a teeneager who thinks I'm an idiot and it's too embarrassing to hug your mom."