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I was kind of worrying that since we had no particular plans for the holiday weekend that it would seem a little bit . . . oh, tedious, I guess. Three long days of kid-wrangling, with no relaxation to be found, stuck at home while everyone else cavorts around on their ski boats and stuff, wah wah. You know, because why just assume the glass is half empty, when you can also fret about whether or not it also contains a drowned spider?

Instead, it was a perfect sort of family weekend: lots of playing and working in the yard, a few local outings, and two mornings of slutting the bed until — O, I can barely type it with my still-trembling-with-pleasure fingers — 9 AM.

I hope you had a good weekend too.

PS: For those of you who know a thing or two about running, I could use some advice. I’ve started jogging around our neighborhood again, spending about 45 minutes at a time. Right now I’m doing about a 50/50 mix of running/walking, but I try and work in some short sprints, and runs up steep hills. Which then KILLS ME DEAD, so I walk longer afterwards. So! In order to improve my fitness level, would you recommend trying to run longer intervals, even if I have to jog really really slow to avoid total lung collapse — or is it better to keep trying to run harder, for shorter intervals (which hopefully become longer intervals)?

I saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Awfully Acrylic-Looking Skull today and it was, you know, pretty fun (Harrison’s like a Timex, man). I was talking to JB about it afterwards and we both thought that there were some scenes that might be a little rough for young kids to watch — tut tut tut — then I considered what it was about those movies that stuck with me and probably gave me a few bad dreams back when I first saw them: the face-melting scene, the monkey brains, and who can forget the moment in Temple of Doom when a still-beating heart is removed from someone’s chest? The more I think about it the more it seems to me that kids NEED to be scarred by movies, or they’re missing out on an essential part of childhood. Why, I wouldn’t be the yellow-bellied chickenshit I am today if I hadn’t had the living bejesus scared out of me by Poltergeist at an impressionable age. Just don’t talk to me about clowns. Or thunder. Or swimming pools full of rotted corpses jesusfuckingchrist.

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A weekly round-up of Elsewhere Blogging, for those who are interested, and even those who aren’t:

• Father’s Day gift ideas at Work It, Mom!
• The thrilling tales of taking Dylan to the pediatrician and testing a Googled home remedy on Riley at ParentDish
• Foods I’m eating on my “diet” at Gather

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By the way, I really enjoyed reading your comments here — you guys have such interesting and diverse lives. And, may I point out, it’s awfully damn nice that almost everyone who comes by this corner of the web is refreshingly devoid of the Shithead Factor, as evidenced by the total absence of even one little steaming comment-turd to the effect of You’re a Terrible Mother For Working Outside the Home Like OMG.

On that particular subject — but only briefly! I swear! — I saw some ugly opinions left on ParentDish a while back from some vitriolic working-mom haters, and I’ve been thinking, if Narrow-Minded Angry Internet Person’s own daughter grows up to have children of her own, and circumstances lead her to continue working at the same time that she’s raising her children, would NMAIP tell HER that she shouldn’t have had kids if she was “just going to let someone else raise them”? Would they still hold such ignorant, judgmental beliefs? When NMAIP looks at their little girl, do they want her to be a strong, independent woman capable of making her own decisions and raising her children according to what’s best for her own family’s situation? Or is she only allowed to make the exact same choices NMAIP made? What do you think, Non-Narrow-Minded Sane Internet Person?

Okay, that wasn’t really all that brief, was it. Dear brevity: suckadick.

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