Baby racist

I might be one.

Before I say anything else, I have to clarify that I love babies. I do. I think babies are a wonderful invention...I just don't happen to be of the opinion that all babies are cute. They are all precious and whatever, but some of them, well, some of them are funny looking.

Here's the thing though, I can't think of a single African American, biracial or Asian baby that I've thought was uncute. The only uncute babies I notice are all white. I notice lots of cute white babies, of course, but I also have seen a number that remind me a bit of aliens (in you see the movie Knocked Up, you'll know what I mean)

I'm totally going to hell for admitting this, aren't I?

Racer monkey

July 1st.

The date has been set for my return to the world of competitive athletics.

July 1st, 6am

I got a call last night from a friend (also our realtor, who is great if anyone needs to buy or sell a home in the desert) asking me to do the swimming leg of a triathlon relay. I'll swim, our realtor will bike and his brother will run. It should be fun, though I don't know how competitive a team we will be. I checked out the times for the swims for last years meet and it looks like I should be able to swim faster than just over half of the women who swam last year, but who knows what the times will look like this year. I'm just going to swim my heart out and hope I don't come in last of all the relay swimmers.

I'm nervous (a little) and excited. I like to race.

Three years ago

Three years ago today, I had a different job, a different home, a different car and no idea that I was about to meet my husband.

Three years ago today I met a man who I fell in love with almost immediately. Three years ago, I met a man who makes me happy, who makes me think, who makes me feel loved and who makes me want to be the best version of myself that I can be.

I love you Mr. Monkey.

Look what I learned to do

Pictures! I can do pictures now. I feel so fancy.

Writer man

My honey has been doing some writing and working on a new website. You can find him here. Check out the blog section...good stuff as usual.

Love and Hate

It was beautiful here yesterday. We had a bit of a monsoons preview...there was wind and lightening and a general blusteryness. We didn't get much rain, but at least we got reminded that the rain is coming. Love. I love dark skies and clean, crackling air. I love rain and thunder and lightening.

What I hate is people (a few in my office who won't be named) who say stupid things like "I hate rain." or "I hope it doesn't rain". We live in the freaking desert here people--we need all the rain we can get, whenever we get it. I just do not understand people rooting against rain when we get like 900 days without rain every year.

If the gnomes who control the weather are, by any small chance, reading this blog I would like to say: ignore them. We love rain here. We want a bellywasher of a storm whenever you are ready to start the monsoons. I would love to see the river by my house filled with actual water.

I would also like to announce a new rule, effective immediately. You do not get to complain about the heat during an Arizona summer if you also insist on complaining about the possibility of rain. Anyone violating this rule will get poked repeatedly with a stick until the weather breaks...or November, which ever comes first.

Arrgh!

Damn it.

Someone stole my good work pen. I just bought a brand new, extra fine point blue inked pen yesterday and now it is gone. I hate that. I am very pen picky, so I buy my own for work and now I have to go get another new one.

This actually makes me more mad than when the cleaning crew stole the bag of Sun Chips I had in my desk.

Grrr. This does not do good things for my mood.

I'm a Master

Yep.

A couple of months ago I swallowed my pride, stuffed myself into a bright purple Speedo (I look a bit more like Barney than I would like to) and joined a master's swim team. Masters is for anyone over the age of 18 and is usually joined by people who are, frankly, past their competative prime.

It is an interesting group. There are former college swimmers (these people are still very, very fast), fitness swimmers, triathletes and people like me who used to swim a lot and who love the sport but need to get back in shape. One of the funny things about masters swimming is that you often can't tell by looking at someone how fast they are going to be. At my last practice I was in a lane with a woman who looked like she was incredibly fit and muscular and a 45 year old guy with a rather amazing beer belly and almost no discernible muscle tone. The guy? Kicked our asses. Turns out he used to be a national level swimmer back in the days before the paunch. The woman? A super fit triathlete who hates the swimming part. I can't think of too many other sports were that would happen.

I'm liking being back in the water so far. I started in the slowest lane and have moved over one, so I guess I'm making some progress. I have to decide today if I want to sign up for my first swim meet...still undecided about that.