I feel the need to spread the word on this one. Has anyone tried Dora cereal? Neither of my kids liked it very much but I am totally hooked. It’s low sugar and made with whole grains (resulting in high fiber as opposed to most of the other “whole grain” kids cereals). I have taken to eating it “kiddie style” dry and from a baggie. It’s sort if cinnaminnie. Yum!

Anyway, not much else to talk about, just sitting here munching on my Dora stars thinking “I wonder if everyone knows how much these rock?” so I thought I’d share.

I know, I know, I have lost you all. I am still here though. Still a lot going on, even more than before but nothing I can really talk about yet. Very soon though. The size of this hole is so broad it’s hard to know where to even begin. However, just because my world is in limbo right now it does not mean that my mind isn’t still swimming at 150 miles an hour. What is it swimming around you might wonder?

I have been thinking about the oval “European style” stickers that seem mandatory on the back of SUV’s all over the triangle area. Is it me or is this trend out of control? I myself am an offender, sporting both my pride in our selection of preschools as well as my love for one particular beach. How ever did we get by in the days before we were able to proclaim our own personal favorite vacation spot on our rear windshield.

The one particular sticker that is really driving me crazy right now is 26.2. I have wanted to run a marathon for a while now but with two little boys to consider I haven’t been able to commit to a training program quite yet. I have planned on shooting for this fall since they will both be in school 5 days a week but now something else has come up making me have to delay my plan even further(more on that later).

Anyhoo, it would seem a snazzy 26.2 oval is still far off in my future, and I will admit it, I am a bit jealous of those who have one. Oh how I have longed for a chance to prove my endurance to the world on the back of my car. I have no idea why, but I do. You would think that pushing out a child without so much as a Tylenol would satisfy my desire to prove my physical stamina, but there is no cute little oval sticker for such a feat. The more I think about it, there really should be. Maybe I could just get the 13.1 half marathon sticker and whenever someone comments I can simply let them know that it stands not for how long I ran, but for how long I labored. Sure everyone would think I had lost my mind, but who cares?

So there you have it. As my world continues to spin out of my immediate control, I sit and dream of a day when I can run until I throw up and my toenails fall off and I will be rewarded with a little black and white sticker. Hey, a girl has to have her dreams.