meet piwi the kiwi

piwi is in rehab like me. except that he's already walking on a treadmill...

what a showoff!

See him strut his stuff!

when I grow up...

I wanna be a leafy sea dragon


I'd float around all day and look like a plant. It'd be glorious.

* Picture: Caelum Mero / One of the top photos for the New Scientist Eureka Prize: see them all

lindsay is still on crutches.

crutches make life boring. you know what else makes life boring? hip arthroscopies. they're even worse than crutches.

feel free to come over and make me less bored.

::insert witty title here::

Summary: Lindsay got a hip arthroscopy and now she's a sleepy monster who eats everything in sight. She also can't wait to go running. But mostly, she thinks about nothing and has spent her last days lalala-ing about.

It should all be a bit embarrassing, but to be honest she doesn't care enough to be embarrassed. And although she tries to kind of feel bad about that--her preference for inattention cannot be dissuaded. She blames the fairly weak pain pills and her stellar intolerance for anything narcotic.

She will get on with writing blogs later. Until then, she has some brownies to bake and some tv to not really watch.

what i've been up to: alleged money laundering and watching my husband kick some crazy butt in tennis

As many of you know my long awaited hip arthroscopy is in two weeks. I can barely contain myself with joy. Except when the shooting pain in my leg reminds me of why I'm getting surgery in the first place, then there is little joy. But no matter-- in two weeks time I'll be on the road to my next marathon!

In the meantime, I've been busy trying to get ahead on all my work. Also, we're in the midst of organizing several trips: France/ the States in September and October and then New Zealand and Tasmania in December! During all this funness I was paypal-ed a certain amount of money and subsequently was sent an email from the great Paypal themselves. I quote,

We are contacting you because changes to Australian anti-money laundering laws require PayPal to confirm the account information of its customers whose accounts reach a specific transaction level.

I won't go into details because they are too dumb, but I will say it was all an incredible waste of a Friday morning that I will never get back. Thank you Australia, again, for your impeccable rationale and sense of security. Really.

But don't worry my friends--the day got better! That afternoon Vincent and I headed to Sydney Olympic Park for a tennis tournament. I read about semantic structure of nouns while Vincent crushed his first opponent. Then after a short sojourn to the pub, we headed back for a second match. I made friends with some Japanese chic and we made the pieces for a kusudama ball. And Vincent won a three set match against a crazy person. Seriously. Crazy. He'd scream angry compliments at Vincent and throw his racket very very far when he missed a shot. Interesting way to play.

So, now it's Saturday and Vincent is headed back to Olympic Park. I won't be joining because it's Emily's birthday tonight, but let's hope the weather holds and Vincent plays some good tennis!