Deep thoughts...

There's so much going on these days. Alot to wrap my mind around, not enough hours in the day, etc etc. I've been starting and stopping multiple blog posts over the past few weeks, and I can't seem to form a coherent thought. At least one that's more than half a paragraph. I have been pondering alot of things, though:

• Where can I find jeans that fit? Not jeans in my size, but jeans that fit? It's ridiculous looking for jeans when you're "curvy." I'm in the "plus" category but I have a true hourglass figure; my waist is 10 inches smaller than my hips. But every pair of jeans I get at the curvy-girl store seems to be built for someone shaped like a cylinder. Thus I get the dreaded gap in the waistband in back and unintentional plumber butt when I bend down.

• When we go to pick up J from school, why does Jr. always wait until we're in the crosswalk on the way back to the car to throw a random fit? He waits until I've got a kid in each hand and backpack/lunch box/jacket/hat to keep track of, and as soon as we're at the exact halfway point with the crossing guard holding up a line of cars he will invariably fall to the ground and start flopping like a fish. If I'm wearing crappy jeans so my crack can show while I try to wrestle him the rest of the way, even better.

• Am I lame because I really love the song "Party Rock Anthem?" I want to hate it, but I heart it so bad. I cannot not groove to that song in the car. The kids are hooked, too. "STOP - hatin' is bad." Yes!! My motto.

• I don't like corn mazes. They sound like so much fun on paper. We went to a gigantic one last weekend, and I succeeded in convincing J that it was the best thing since sliced bread but.....no. I wanted to run up out of there within about 5 minutes. It is just too creepy. Hasn't anyone seen "Jeepers Creepers"???

• After almost 3 months, it finally occurred to me that one reason why I might be feeling so out of shape on my runs is the altitude. Even though we were gone for 7 years, I guess since I was born and raised in Denver I thought I was somehow genetically unable to suffer altitude sickness. I was wrong. It really is different in the thin air.

• And finally....I just finished reading the Hunger Games trilogy. The third book....WTF???? Was that not the strangest? It was like there was a completel different author. Seriously, I'm done with these YA series and going back to grown-up books. This is why I need a book club...