The state of things...

Isn't that lovely?

The Kiss Hizza is in a state of cluttered chaos these days.  Barely hanging on. Oh, we're playing and laughing and eating and walking (Walking!) but the daily chores? They have been neglected.  Honestly I don't even care that much, but it may start to stink soon.

Syracuse basketball shit the bed last night and lost in an upset.  As a result, my husband's eyes are quite sad this morning. Not sure if it's from the crying or the bottle(s) of beer he had drowning his sorrow.  Their loss also busted my bracket, dammit - but it's not like they broke my heart.

We had a date night Saturday - which was totally rad, but the kicker? When we got back to pay the sitter - she's all "Oh, I just have to change quick, we're going out!" All perky and bubbly at 11pm. Just going out.  God bless the young and stupid...

I've been walking (did I mention I'm training for the 3 Day in July? No? I am ;)  I can pretty easily do 3 to 6 miles a day, need to build up to 10/day on the weekends. Last night my 5 year old wanted to walk with me. He talked. And talked. And TALKED. No complaining, but boy can that kid chatter. Topics? How do babies learn to sleep? How do babies learn words? Why do I pull at my hair? [he has a bald spot in front, his 'tick' is to pull at / twist his hair. Awesome.]

Why are you walking so much? Do you like to walk alone? I told him why [to raise money to help cure people like Auntie A who have "sick blood"] and that I like to walk alone, but was glad he was with me at the time.

His response? "Good, I like to keep you company. So you don't feel blue."  Don't feel blue. I almost peed I laughed so hard and he gave me that sideways look with a crooked grin. Kid loves to make me laugh. 

He walked almost 2 miles with me, then Mr. Kiss met us and I walked back alone.

Walking. I like it. I really like it. I never ever got the 'runner's high' but I can tell I'm going to be a walker for life.  

Last but not least, a big fat wet kiss (with tongue) to Jana who blogged for me here: http://www.boobiesbabiesandablog.com/2011/03/i-do-good-things-with-my-mouth.html

Boobies helped me raise money for boobies! WIN!

Moral of this (long and boring) story is that I've been busy doing other things and my house is a fuckin disastah.

FYI, I will probably be talking a lot about walking for the next few months. If you don't want to hear it, you know it won't bother me. I'm only one lil hot piece of ass among many in the blogging world. I'll survive. And have wicked calf muscles to show for it.