I've been consumed this week with the (in)activity in Washington. But, since that was the topic of my last post, I'm not going to dwell on that. Instead, I'm just going to hit you with a couple random things from the past week.
- We got back Thursday night just in time to check out a new episode of "Selling New York." This episode featured CORE and Warburg and left my Kleier's on the sideline. Imagine a line. At one end of the line is everything good: strawberry rhubarb pie, hugs from your kids, vacations in Italy, tailgating at Beaver Stadium, and Michele Kleier. At the other end is everything you dread: bananas, traffic jams, the doctor's office, crab grass in your lawn, and Warburg's Richard Steinberg. Unfortunately, Thursday's episode had Richard front and center. He was his typical overdramatic, self-aggrandizing self. And, yes -- he completely sucked me in to his drama and I watched the whole episode.
- I settled in last evening for a long night's sleep. I didn't set the alarm even though I knew it would be 80 degrees by 7AM and I wanted to be out running by then. Everything was going well until the smoke alarm went off at 4:11AM. It beeped 4 or 5 times and then stopped. Kim and I searched the house for trouble, found none, and went back to bed. I laid there for 15 minutes and nothing happened. My arms, which were tucked under the pillow (as they always have been since I stopped sucking my thumb -- don't ask when that was), soon fell asleep. So, I rolled over onto my back and tried to fall asleep that way even though that almost never works. After another futile 30 minutes, I gave in to temptation and decided to spoon with Kim. As always, that did the trick. I started to doze off just in time to hear several more sharp beeps at 5:36AM. Once more it was out of bed, walk through the house, find nothing, and go back to bed. And, once more, it was lay there and have no success falling back to sleep. Finally, at 6:20AM I gave up and got out of bed. Why is God punishing me? Is it because I say mean things about Richard Steinberg?
- For the first time, someone specifically asked me to mention them in my blog. My immediate family members aren't big fans of being the subject of my posts but they make it in here quite a bit anyway. If I can avoid it, I've tried not to mention other people that I know because I feel like I should be asking their permission and I don't really want to do that. But, since she asked so nicely, here's a shout out to Colleen Hawkins. Colleen was an instrumental member of our four-level, ten-person human pyramid earlier this week. I'm pretty sure it wasn't her who crash landed on my heel when the pyramid collapsed.
