Already off the Wagon

Ok, I didn't follow through on the good intentions I had for Monday, but I've still been under the weather and at this stage I know its more than jet lag. Its jet lag with a flu like twist, and yes, I'm sure that is in fact the medical term for it.

Anyway, I never mentioned how the final race in Italy went. It went fine. I did flirt with the idea of actually finishing the 800m, just to see what I was capable of for the distance, but I got tired around the 600m mark and since there was no need for me to go all the way, I didn't. I'll just have to wait for another time to test my 800m skills.
But I really enjoyed my trip to Europe and I especially enjoyed the pace-making. Who knows, I may get called upon to do some more next year. So there's a great reason to stay fit and fast.

On a completely different note, this weekend my parents and my younger brother are rolling into town, all the way from Co. Kildare, Ireland. Yes, they are popping over for a visit and I'm very excited to have them. I was suppose to spend much of the week getting everything organised for their arrival, but the past few days I've been struck down by my mystery jet-lag with a twist illness, so now I'm completely off schedule. However, I am confident in my abilities of pulling it together at the last second. For anyone out there who knows my Husband well, you know if nothing else, he is a complete "last second man", and even though it has at times frustrated the hell out of me, the experience may now actually be of benefit.

Unfortunately, I have no yet planned out the places I would like to take them and some of the things they might like to see. Because they've been here before, we've already done much of the touristy stuff there is to do in Atlanta, so I guess a bit of creativity will have to come into play. Or I could also check out some of the Georgia visitor books to see if they might have any interesting suggestions. Either way I know we'll have a good time. My parents have this ability to enjoy themselves no matter where they are or how boring the situation can get.

But right now I have to go and get a couple of bathrooms painted. For some reason, they are not painting themselves. And trust me, I have waited a long time just to see if they would.





P.S. This is what happened the last time Silja tried to help me out with the painting. She stepped her big old nasty foot, into the tray of paint. A very "blonde" moment.