Marathon envy

Letting myself get out of running shape seemed like a good idea at the time.

What I wasn't anticipating was the feeling now that the L.A. marathon is a week away.

I want to do it again.

Of course, I cannot. Oh, I could, but it would be pretty bad. I could walk it; it might take me 10 hours, and I'd be limping like crazy afterwards.

I won't be forgetting this feeling, though. It's seven months until the Albuquerque marathon and 12 until L.A. 2012.

The bounce house

At a party last week, I got to jump with my kids in one of those bouncy houses. I tried to get other adults to do it, to no avail.

Yes, I'm really mature. And, no, I don't drink.

I actually hadn't ever been in one of those things. They came on the scene when I was an adult, and they are surprisingly exhausting.

The kids got all excited when I started talking about the possiblity of jumping, so, of course, I had to do it. It was dark and no one but the kids was around.

My favorite line from an adult: "You have four kids and you can jump?!"

That came from a woman who had given birth a number of times herself.  At first, I was confused. Then, I realized what she was talking about. No, I'm lucky enough that I can (at this point) jump without wetting myself.

So I'm going to keep on doing it.

Fat Tuesday

For Lent, I'm giving up stupid computer games, and we're going pescetarian.

I'm also reporting my food to Tiffany again, which I had been neglecting.

Music: Check out iTunes for a free album from the South-By-Southwest conference.

Also, the 69 cent songs have gotten me lately. Recent purchases including "Jump" by Kris Kross, "Santa Monica" by Everclear and "Think of Me" by Keith Urban.

These are pretty much guaranteed to irritate my children, which is always nice.

The wedding ring

I held up my hand yesterday when I picked Paul up from work, so he could see the ring I was wearing on my left hand.

"Hey, you got your ring fixed. ... Or you married your other boyfriend."

I didn't even dignify that one with a response.

I had stopped wearing my wedding/engagement ring about a year ago because the spacer I had in it broke. It needed either a new spacer or a reduction in size -- or else it would slip off my finger.

I thought about getting it resized. That, of course, would be an acceptance of the fact that my size looks like it has stabilized. And, you know, I'm just not there yet.

Getting a new spacer probably wouldn't have taken me so long except for the fact that I was sort of enjoying Life Without My Ring.

Paul had fun razzing me about my ringless state. I also feel as though I got fewer weird remarks from married men without the ring. Maybe I'm delusional on that one, but that was the perception.

Music I'm loving right now

The White Stripes' "My Doorbell."

I'm the meanest mom ever because I was talking music with my 15-year-old son and asked him what he thought the song was about. Then I told him what I thought, and we looked it up.

His response: "Thanks for ruining the song for me!"