Wonder-woman

Occasionally I feel like I'm getting closer to her... at times. Who determines what a wonder-woman is anyway? I can write that it was a wonder I did full blown yard work today. If what went on were a show today, tickets would have been sold out and forgotten cameras to this show would have been a huge disappointment. Yes, I got a weird look from a passer-byer and a neighbor that wanted to come to my pathetic looking rescue. I did it. Edger, lawnmower, blower... oh my! A little pulling weeds and trimming trees on occasion were therapeutic in my old days. Times have changed. Now give me a landscaped front and dirt back-yards that have been unkempt for the Lord knows how long and untouched for months... I got this. I also "got" plenty of other things with this prissy, independent attitude. Dirty nails on sore green fingers and mud streaks on my clothes with my hair falling out of my hat. I picked up the start of calluses and a new scent for myself. Powdery musk met sweaty gasoline mixed with a fresh grass aroma today. It complemented my new sexy shoes I designated for doing yard work. It doesn't sound like so much fun, but with the right attitude and music I assure you it is! It's a new workout for me... and I'll take it. It's one more thing I feel accomplished about. It certainly adds to the list of things tallied up to make me believe women can, and will, get passed what you put in front of her... and do it all. I'm sure this is one of the many new adventures yet to come in this column for me... bring it!

Wheels

My son doesn't have legs... I've come to the slight conclusion that they more so resemble wheels. I haven't quite figured out how those things work yet though, honestly. This is coming from someone who can down 5 miles on the treadmill at the gym, turn around and get outran at the park from her 7 year old. It's hard to tell how he gets his speed and it's merely an art in secret of his own. A concoction of long little legs, momentum, and some quick thinking... put it all together it's my S. Stink running. He usually looks as though he's flying with fluttering legs. He tells me it's one of his favorite things to do, bless his soul. Well he's good at it. Those wheels got him 1st place for the second time in a Running Club race last week. I screamed and turned into that mother freak when I heard his name and saw him walk up to get his blue ribbon, even though he and I both had already known deep down where he ranked. I could tell when my sweaty-headed boy came up to me with that smile after the race. I kissed him on his tuckered out salty cheek as he was eating his otter pop, and can you believe he politely got an extra one for mom as he got his. Still thinking with his heart after a long race. Love that kid...