I'm not dead, just lazy

Holy buckets it's been a long time since my last post. I blame Netflix, Hulu+ and my iPad. Also I'm lazy. So here comes a random assortment of thoughts from the last 3 months.

1. I did it. I mountain biked the White Rim Trail for real. See?

It was brutally hard. I walked my bike up (and down) the steepest parts, I got frustrated from time to time, I may have cried a little, and I hopped in the truck when things were looking super duper hard. But I did it. I actually rode my bike for most of the trip, and even ended up with some battle wounds on my knees. At one point I had a meltdown in the middle of the night, after snoring, rain, and a battle with my sleeping bag seemed like just too much for one person to endure. Then I found Tim's spare earplugs, defeated the mummy bag (there may be a slight tear in the top to allow more room for my arms to escape), buried my head, and slept it off. I have never done anything even approaching the physical difficulty of that trip. I was convinced it was going to be no big deal, having prepared by hauling my kids behind me in the trailer up and down the paved hills of North Ogden. Apparently, riding a bike on dirt with big rocks in the way and slippery gravel around is nothing like paved, gently sloping foothills. The fact that I made it out of there is miraculous and I am quite proud of myself. I plan on doing it again. The views were incredible. I got to see parts of Canyonlands that you can only truly enjoy slowly (or in my case, at a snail's pace). It was worth every ache and pain. By the way, I found out what a true champion my husband is. He could have left me in the dust and joined the menfolk ahead of us, but he hung back with me almost the entire time. What a man.

2. We're reading "What Alice Forgot" by Liane Moriarty for book group. I recommended it. I just read it for the second time, and I liked it even more than on the first read. Imagine waking up on the floor of a gym, surrounded by what seem to be strangers, wondering why you're there. Imagine having your husband treat you horribly when you call and tell him you're in the hospital with a giant bump on your head. Imagine being told it's ten years later than you remember, and you've lost 10 years of memories, including the birth of your children. That's the book. It got me thinking, What if I thought it was 2003? My first reaction would be, "Wow. You've really let yourself go. Also, this house is a disaster! When did I stop cleaning?" Mind you, 10 years ago I was a newlywed that was still child free and had a rocking body. I was also taking care of an apartment the size of a postage stamp and had great visions of how pristine my house was going to be, and how nicely decorated, like a magazine. And I was going to be a famous flutist as well as an amazing mom. So, what were you like ten years ago? (Besides younger) Just some thoughts for you to mull over.

3. I'm rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That's a great show. Also, the flashbacks of Angel in his old days are fantastic. The facial hair alone has got to be enough to make David Boreanez be a tiny bit embarrassed. (I just watched one where he has long hair and a mustache. Glorious.) If you still haven't watched it, you should. Seriously. (You can skip a lot of the last few seasons, but don't skip the episode called "Hush" or the one where everyone is singing. Those, you must watch.)

4. I got an iPad for Mothers' Day. I've turned into a complete couch potato. And I'm addicted to Candy Crush Saga. I'm in trouble.

That's it. That's what I have to say.