WHAT?!?!?!

Our household is pretty has a pretty laid back atmosphere.  During the school year we are busy, but generally it is semi-controlled chaos.  We are not a loud family.  Few things get me too excited.  In fact, it is rare that one of the kids will say something to cause me to immediately drop everything and come running.  But it happened today.

I was working on the computer (I'm taking two on-line classes).  My son was prancing around the  main level of the house having intermittant conversations with me since I was the only one up.  He was in the dining room and said rather calmly, "So, how did these bees find a way to get into our house?"  I dropped everything and ran to the room to explore.  I had visions of bees finding a crack in a window seal and funneling into the house.

Someone needs to explain to my son that bees in the house means they are flying around our dining room.  These were simply trying to build a nest (as they do every year) behind the shudders outside of our dining room window.  When my heart rate returned to normal, I went back to finish my online work.  All was calm again.

Monday's Run

I went for a run on Monday.  It was the official beginning for a heatwave.  When I got up this morning, all of the windows were covered in steam.  I ate a light breakfast (I have never figured out how people can run without eating a meal) and planned to take off early. 

By the time I actually got my shoes laced up and stepped outside, it was 10:30.  I don't know where the previous two hours since breakfast went.  Since it was so hot, I told myself I'd run really slow two-miler.  Actually the run was very enjoyable.  Best part of running in the heat is that us more mature runners do not need to spend a mile warming up--our muscles are instantly loose. 
 

I Shouldn't Look, But I Have To . . .

Have you ever known there is something disgusting (like unidentified objects stuck to the bottom of your table at a restaurant) or awful (like an accident scene you pass in your car) in your line of sight and you KNOW you should not look, but you just cannot help it.  Well--every Fourth of July I have the same problem.  It is the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest on Coney Island.

This year's victor:  Joey Chestnut.  He devoured 62 hot dogs in approx. ten minutes.  It's so gross.  It's so disgusting.  But I cannot help but watch it.