Lazy Day @ MindSay 
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Three times in thirty minutes he lifted his arms to the sides of his head and stretched, big time, arching his back and extending both arms and legs as far as they could go, pressing his tiny cream and pink ears beneath his tiny cream and pink arms, his hands behind his head, one tiny foot and its tiny cream and pink toes emerging from under his light summer baby blue blanket, squinting though never once opening his eyes, and pouting and pursing his pink lips till they were full and fat and the pink tip of his tiny tongue peeked out between them.
The second time he did all this he accompanied it with a grunt.
"Uhh."
Then a kind of whine.
"Mmmm."
Back to sleep the baby boy returned.
The third time there was again the grunt and again the whine and then Leo opened his mouth and made an unhappy face and a cry.
"Waaa!"
Back to sleep once more the baby boy returned.
One tiny cream and pink knee was visible, free of its baby blue cover, his right arm and hand at rest at his side, his left arm and hand, tiny fingers in a tender curl, at rest on the ever so slight and regular rise and fall of his breast as he breathed.
As I watched my grandson sleep he lifted one arm and for a moment held his hand in the air before he lowered his hand and arm gently to its natural position of rest at his side.
A sound—
"Mmm."
He didn't wake.
Now as I am about to post these observations he is waking again, from yet another nap, in his vibrating chair, his eyes fixed on me in an even, steady, soft gaze, his green binky bobbing, just slightly, in his mouth.
Recognition!
He smiles.
He stirs.
The effort required is too great, his cream and pink eyelids too heavy, the ceiling fan, revolving on slow, on very slow, too hypnotic.
Leo sleeps again.
So... I have had a pretty lazy day. I had the day off but had to get up early for a meeting at work. I was there for 1 1/2 hours then spent the morning shopping. I got a new cute dress! 
I got home around 12:30 PM and got changed and began my SWF. I had a bit of a heachache today because I didn't start drinking my lemonade until mid afternoon and was hungry. I had a nice nap but found out around 10pm that Mamajo had been calling for hours but I had the cell phone on vibrate and didn't realize she was calling. Poor Mamajo. I guess you never grow out of worrying for your kids.
I didn't have my laxative tea tonight since I am getting up early tomorrow and getting on the road to pick her up from my sisters. It's a 3 hour drive there and 3 back and I don't want to have a bathroom problem on the road. I'll do my SWF in the evening tomorrow when I get back.
Summary: A nice lazy day for the most part.
PS... Another pound bites the dust!
Well, first off...a bit about me. I'm homeschooled (not nearly as isolating as one might think--ever heard of a laptop and a cafe?), and I live with my (very British, very eccentric) mother in an apartment in London proper (postcode E46EL, for the Mindsay team, if they ever decide to let us poor foreigners enter our location on the map). I'm not a British native. I'm actually from the Seattle area. I lived in and around Seattle for my first 15 and a half years, so I'm actually very American with some British undertones, as Mum put it (yes, I call her Mum). I'll be 17 on the 17th, and I'm in the middle of what would be the equivalent of my Junior year in American schools (they don't call it that here, and the schooling itself is rather different). It's 7-ish in the evening here, whereas in Seattle it's 10-ish in the morning. Good morning, Seattle.
This blog is the written dialogue of my New Year's 2007 Resolution #3: to improve my admittedly limited physical fitness. (Did you know that that's the #1 resolution back in the States? Sadly, despite this, obesity rates continue to skyrocket. Salute, fast food and coronary artery disease). Resolutions #1 and #2 are to write more (creative writing--this doesn't count), and to save enough money for a trip back to the States this summer (I miss it dearly, even though London is quite possibly my favorite city in the world).
Anyway, that's not what this blog is. It's a progress-tracker for Res #3. Physical fitness isn't exactly my forte. Back in the States (I swear, eventually I'll run out of things to talk about from "back in the States"), I barely passed Freshman P.E. I had reconstructive knee surgery just before we left, and most activities more strenuous than walking around the block were agonizing until about 6 months ago. In short, I'm chronicling the whipping of my fat, lazy ass back into some semblance of shape. I'm British. I'm supposed to be enviously skinny and pale. I'm already more than pale without trying. The skinny part, I suppose, is up to me.
Tuesday was Day 1- a running day. I ran 7 minutes and walked 18--a grand total of 25 minutes. Well, Rome wasn't built in a day, and, clearly, neither will my body be reshaped in that time frame. I felt horrible right after the running bit; I was faint and nauseated, but I think that was because I took too much Vicodin (I had all four so-called Wisdom Teeth removed not long ago--still on pain-killers). Anyway, I got back to the house, took a 10-minute power-nap, and made some soup. Mum scolded me for running so soon after surgery. But...whatever. It was oral surgery, not cardiovascular. She's an incessant worrywart. Ever since we moved here, she's transmorgified into Mother Hen On Crack.
Anyway, Wednesday (Day 2) was a non-running day. I consequently spent the day lazing about, watching movies and studying. I hurt something terrible. Took a bath to loosen my aching muscles, but it didn't help much. Oh- also, on Wednesday, Liam brought me Christmas (he was in Switzerland for Christmas, lucky man) in the form of a case for my IPod, so I can run with tunes now.
Thursday (yesterday-Day 3) was a non-running day. I did walk around a bit, shopping with Liam and his sister, but I doubt you could really call that physical activity; I've never been too lazy or laid-up to do some walking. I've always walked quite a bit, actually.
Today (Day 4) was a running day, as is tomorrow. Running the whole 7 minutes was a bit more of a challenge today, but I expected that. The stiffness in my legs wasn't quite worn out yet, but by the time I got back to the house, I was completely spry. It felt good. There's actually a point in one's running where your body produces endorphines while running, so that you actually feel happy from running. I'm not there yet, but I vow to be there soon.
Adieu,
Converse Runner Renee
Oh, by the way--I do run in a trashy pair of old black Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Why ruin a good pair of new shoes when the Converse are more comfortable anyway?
I ran. I didn't want to, but I didn't give in to my laziness. See? I'm making progress. It was raining, in which I don't have a problem running, but today just felt like a lazy day. All I wanted to do was laze around the apartment, maybe go down to the cafe for a while, and curl up with a good book. But no. I was good. I leashed Edward, put on my running clothes, and followed through on a commitment.
On top of that, I got through all of today's work and some of tomorrow's. Okay, yes, this was done largely while sitting in the corner of my favorite cafe with a large cup of tea--sheer steaming inspiration-- and a scone before me. But I feel I earned it. I worked hard. I fought off my laziness.
I realize that, by staying up so late (it's a few minutes past midnight), I'm setting myself up for feeling lazy tomorrow, but I'll deal with that tomorrow. If hindsight is 20/20, why bother with shoddy foresight? That's not really my philosophy usually. I'm just in such a rut. I feel so bloody lazy. It's really pathetic.
Liam came and sat with me at the cafe while I took a break between subjects. I really am rather fond of him. It's not even just his looks, which, I must brag, are quite good. I could simply drown in his eyes, the perfect shade of blue-green, and that constant scruffy 5-o'clock shadow definitely doesn't hurt. He's got this smile...ugh! To die for. But really, there's so much more to it than that. He's truly a gentleman. It's so rare for boys/men/males my age to behave so without some agenda, but that's truly just...how he is. Not even just with me. He's so courteous to everyone. He treats his mum like a queen, and his sisters, too. And me? I couldn't ask for anything more. I couldn't but notice the envious looks I got from more than a few other guests. That sounds totally vain, but...I dunno. He's just wonderful. I only hope I'm wonderful enough to match that.
Ah, well. I'll quit corrupting you with my sordid love-life.
Adieu,
Converse Runner Renee
P.S. FINALLY!!! I can post my avatar! Happiness. :D
Same shit different day. Only this one starts at 1pm rather than 7am. A refreshing alteration.
Two days off and I've already slept through half of the first one. I should motivate myself to put down the bagel and go for a run. It won't happen though. I'm a lazy chain-smoker.
It's gloomy out, again ... for about the 8th day in a row or possibly more.
And now that its almost an hour later. Zackery called. I have mixed feelings right now. I can't get passed every time he's let me down. It just won't go away. He knows all of this though, so there's no point in trying to tell him again.
Rachel gets her car back from her younger sister around 2:30 today, and then we're supposed to go to the movies sometime? I guess her, Lizzie, and I are going to see Omen tonight. It'll be the 4th time I've tried to see it, only this time without incorrect movie times or chaotic work schedules to get in the way.
I need to go to Barnes & Noble. I've been on a reading craze his summer. Well more like the last two weeks. Four novels in two weeks is very strange for me. I never used to enjoy reading so much. I get wrapped up in the book too easily. I get jealous of the characters or I wish that I could be put in the situation that they're put in ... I wish that my life could be so exciting and adventurous.
I just talked to Tanner. He lives in VA. He's a cool guy. I really like the conversation we had today. He really understand mine and Zack's relationship and it's reassuring to know there are people out there that get it.
I'm tired of feeling like a joke.
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