In true Angie-form, I’m perched at the countertop strewn with (late) bills, stirring dinner and, naturally, eating something rather vile…like…say…a humongous, primitavely hacked-off chunk of sharp cheddar cheese. Oh, I do not disappoint, friends, I always give you the hardcore truth. My dress pants are unbuttoned, too and my makeup is smeared…how ya like that? I’m a domesticated Courtney Love. I’ve not run since the marathon fiasco a week and two days ago. And so here we go- another self-depricating blog about food, running, poetry, kids, nostalgia, and chaos in my life. Come in, and don’t bother to take your shoes off because it’s been awhile since I’ve mopped!
It’s practically dark and it’s 7 o’clock. WTH.
Well, Laura urged me into finding a new venue for what started in 2006 as a (I’m embarrassed to use the word…) MYSPACE blog that I thought no one would read, but apparently I had a few followers who enjoyed my quiet desperation, random poems and penchant for poking fun at my soft belly. I suppose, as I’ve been told, it even inspired a few people to start running and a couple of them even took it further by running some races- that’s awesome! I hope I inspired a few to eat cheesecake, cereal and ice cream as well (the four food groups…minus Taco Bell)
I won’t overwhelm you with any melancholia at the moment or anything too deep- it’s just the first post, afterall- c’mon.
You may be a mutual “facebook friend” of my husband’s and decided to check out my blog, hoping in guilty fascination to make sense of the wild, dispairing and ambiguous lyrics and updates he has been leaving. I know a few of you even know what’s up because you messaged him. Gossip getting set straight- yes, my marriage is currently at the point of discontinuity. I won’t go into detail but in this lovely no-secrets blog that I write more for my self-therapy than your amusement, I gotta put it on the dissecting table. And likewise, leave comments publicly, please.
Have to wrap this first one up….
~ My kids are doing great- thought Colby had MRSA (or as Violet calls is, Mrs. A) and spent the last couple of hours at MedExpress. Colby at the home game last Friday with his Baritone… doesn’t he look excited?! I know!
~ Colby is running 21′s in Cross County! Here’s Violet on Sat…
~ My next marathon is in 3 weeks and I am considering not running it or maybe running the half because I am exhausted in every way. I ran a 4:2X (not sure) last week at the Air Force Marathon.
~ Sometimes stress damages the appetite- not now- I am voracious. Someone stop me- if it’s in my way, I eat it.
~ Dale has lost a ton of weight and ran thirty miles last week as well as spends a lot of time at the Y- this is great but he has us worried.
Lastly, I’ve got to sort through my notebooks and post up some new poetry rambling I’ve created, but in the meantime, enjoy November 1968 by Adrienne Rich- I’m really digging this one right now (hence the post title)… I LOVE IT 
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