When you’ve got 100 mile ahead of you, and you’re a bit unsure if you’ve put in the training needed to pull it off, an invitation to draft is a very beautiful thing.

by Juls 3 Comments
When you’ve got 100 mile ahead of you, and you’re a bit unsure if you’ve put in the training needed to pull it off, an invitation to draft is a very beautiful thing.


For some reason, this ol’ flower caught my eye.
by Juls 2 Comments
Once again, YaYa was assigned more homework that he could handle. Last night, as I was fighting back the wave of unconsciousness, he was still downstairs hard at work. Only, he was not making much headway. Boys his age are not meant to still be doing homework past 10 pm.
Unfortunately, YaYa’s schoolwork is really picking up this year. And although my upbringing tells me that he is not handling the load of school his extracurricular schedule, I know that private high schools and (in the future) colleges want only the well-rounded students. Single-minded, scholarly-focused applicants need not apply.
Reluctantly, YaYa went to bed at 10:30 pm — only after I promised that I would get him up at 5 am. Seriously! I can’t even get him out of bed at 7 am; getting the boy up at 5 am was going to be a feat in and of itself. Furthermore, I did NOT want to be waking up at 5 am.

You may remember that a while back, my department began a team building exercise of making wine. Or maybe we are simply making winos out of ourselves. Anyhow, we’ve sorted, pressed, percolated, completed blending trials, and FINALLY… the fruits of our labor are ready to bottle up and take home!

Of course, I’m thrilled. Does it show?
