Yep.

Last night at the dinner table, Garion asked us what is the name of the street we live on. We told him. This was followed by what street does Grandma Debbie live on? Anali and Chris? Uncle Robert? What street was camping on? and so on. After all this, Moses said, "ok, and what is our house on?" To which Garion earnestly replied, "Dirt!!"

Garmin Forerunner 205, ooooooooh

One of the bonuses of being married to a geek is that you get cool gadgets for your birthday. This year Moses and Garion got me the Garmin Forerunner 205, "a GPS-enabled trainer for runners." It can measure my time, distance, and pace for running and biking, can graph this information, can alert me when I 've hit a certain distance or time, has a "virtual trainer" that I can race against, can be programmed with various work-outs, can give me instant split and transitions times for multi-sport activities (aka triathlon times), estimates calories burned and I'm not positive, but I think it can also communicate with alien races. I took it out for a spin this morning and here are my stats, as beamed down by the little green men:

Distance: 4.31 miles
Time: 45:09 minutes
Average Pace: 10:28 minutes/mile
Average Speed: 5.7 mph
Max Speed: 6.7 mph
Calories burned: 477

This thing is so cool.
In two weeks I'm running in the Tucson Marathon Relay, where I will be 1/4 of a slow but awesome relay team. My leg will be 5.7 miles long (all down hill, thank-you, God) so with a little luck and some gravity assistance, I think I'll make it!

Cured!

By Ann Brashares of all people. Last week, while Moses was out of town, I whipped through "The Last Summer of You and Me" and this weekend I read "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" in two days-- both by Ann Brashares. Apparently I just needed young adult literature to get through my time of literary lethargy. This weekend, I also enjoyed watching the movie based on the "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants," which earned me eye-rolls not only from my husband, but from our friend Chris (who called to see if Moses was up for gaming Friday night, and responded with drawn out moan of disbelief--accompanied I am sure by eye-rolling, even though I couldn't see it-- when I confessed I was watching the traveling pants movie).
I'm on to the next book club book, "The Suite Francaise," which promises, like most bookclub books, to be both good and depressing--you know, well written but people you like die. Because it's World War II and that's what happened. And the author died in a concentration camp, so just a little extra depression there in case there wasn't enough in the book. By the time I'm done with it I'm sure I'll need another "traveling pants" book and I can test just exactly how far back in his head Moses can roll his eyes.