Michelle’s House of Horror

Yeah, well…a bit. When I’m not trying to run/walk/bike/elliptical 100 miles in a month. A girl’s only got so many hours in a day, y’know.

I do have a pair of fingerless gloves on the needles. In a very pretty color (sienna over bronze? I don’t remember!) of Sundara Yarn. And then there’s the scarf I’m knitting out of a particularly pretty shade of Blue Moon’s Silkie called Oregon Red Clover Honey. Knitting only at lunch and weekends a bit is slowing me down considerably.

Mark talked me into taking a spin class tonight. The biking kind, not the sheep kind. I was convinced that it would kill me, and yet I am strangely not dead. Not even particularly suffering. In fact, dare I say? I thought it was fun. There, I said it. Fun. Sweaty, but fun. I will definitely do some more of that. It will help me reach the new fitness goal for the month. Really, I should think of them at the beginning of the month, don’t you think? However. How does this sound–running/walking/ellipticalling or biking 100 miles by 2/29/08. If I count the spin classes conservatively at 8 miles, it’ll be feasible. I think I’ll go for it. After all, I’ve already reached my goal for 4/1 so I need a target.

Who knew I was so numbers driven?

All of our parental units have returned safely from their travels with photos galore.
Mom and Larry’s photos are here on the kodak gallery if you like pictures of Machu Picchu and cute llamas and such.
Jim and Marcy don’t have an online photo repository, but had some nice pictures of their Egypt travels. Camels, pyramids. What’s not to like? If Mark gets a cd, we’ll post some over in the jolin-carleton gallery.

I have a shoe problem.

No, it’s not the kind of shoe problem you may be thinking about. It’s not a fetish, it’s not an excessive shoe-buying issue. Well, Mark might think I buy too many shoes but that’s beside the point because he is incorrect about that. I *need* all those shoes. Especially the red ones. Everyone knows that red shoes make a person more content with life.

My shoe problem is different.

I am a shoe litterbug.
I leave my shoes all over the house.
I just can’t seem to put them away when I take them off.

There are shoes under my desk:

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Shoes next to the rocking chair:
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Shoes under the dining room table:
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The source of the problem is genetic. It seems to come from a gene on my Gorgeous Mother’s side of the family. Yes, she is a shoe litterer as well. That is why I don’t even try to fight it. I am genetically doomed to messiness.

Read all about it in the family blog

My Mom:
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Famous Italian Political Prisoner:

What do you think?