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Glass Class

I love taking random classes.  Especially when I get to MAKE something!

Recently, I went to a glass class to learn how to make fused glass.  It was awesome.  Pretty simple - and in a person's home/studio.  I learned about things like "frit" (crushed glass pieces), and got to use a glass saw (the key? go slow!).  I also got to come home with some new pieces!  One will be going to work for my teabag!

Here's my before pictures:

And the "after":

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I hate running.

I just read an article on running that was totally me, in a nutshell.

I hate running.

I love the idea of running.  But actually doing it?  Why?

Well, after nearly 6 months of being "injured" with Plantar Faciitis (heel pain), I definitely miss running.  I crave running.  And I can't do it.  And I simultaneously hate running.

But it turns out... most people who run hate running.  They like the running community, the medals, the free t-shirts - - but most people probably don't actually like to run.

I'm fascinated by the opportunities that running provides me to play like a child.  The mud run and obstacle course, the run sponsored by a kid charity, or the color run.  One of my upcoming running adventures will be an Electric Run - a glow in the dark night time experience that I've been planning for and excited about for a long while now!

But back to the love/hate thing about running.  It strikes me now that....

It's kind of like family.  Only kind of, I suppose, because I'm sure I'd be in oodles of trouble if I said I hate my family.  And not from my family, necessarily - - but from society in general.  It's frowned upon and seen as pretty uncool to "hate" your family.  It's true, though, that I'm not in love with some of the decisions and choices that family members have made for themselves.  It's also true that I've had to learn to embrace and love the person without embracing and loving the choices.

It's still damn hard.  An emotionally draining sort of hard, rather than running - which is a physical sort of hard. 

But similar, from my perspective.

And this is a blog.  So... I suppose, at the end of the day, it's all about my perspective, eh?

My kids are growing!

My kids are growing - - and I don't mean size-wise (exactly).

Kiddo started Kindergarten Prep at daycare - - meaning there is only one more year before my first born totes off to school!  Where did the time go?!?!  I'm simultaneously excited, nervous, and scared (I think).  I'm thankful that he is only excited, and not looking back.  After daycare today, he told me "I don't want to go to my old classroom anymore.  I like my new class."  Earlier this morning, he talked and talked and talked about how his splash day now coincides with sister's, and I have to help them BOTH get ready for splash day on Friday.

And in the same breath, my little princess (which I've been calling her ever since they called her that on the last cruise we took) wore underwear (not diapers, not pull-ups) to daycare for the very first time.  It's taken just about all my self control not to self-combust (or, equivalently, not to call daycare to check-in on how much laundry I will have to do this evening).

What's a mama to do?!?!
Sit at work and stew?

My kids are growing up, up, up.
I hope I don't throw up, up, up.

Perhaps tonight, I'll have a beer
and for my kids, I'll say a cheer.

My kids are babies no more.
Let's see what's next in store...

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