• Iron Horse Half

    09.03.17 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Iron Horse Half

    When Guinevere was born, a colleague of Bradley’s told us the usual congratulations, but added that, “The world needs your children.” It’s something that has never left my thoughts; this profound responsibility of putting my best into the world to make the world a better place. It’s been almost 14 years of parenting this one and, while running 13.1 miles isn’t an absolute predictor of things gone right, it sure makes me feel like she and we are honoring our deal. The world needs people who will work hard for small goals with big impacts; it needs people with good hearts and stoic determination, people who are strong in spirit and fortitude, people who like to run through the woods and value our natural world, people who wait at the finish line and cheer for every person crossing it, people who understand the satisfaction of a job well done, people like my kid. I’m so proud of her for running with me to train, running through unpleasantly hot weather conditions, running thoughtfully through a minor injury and finishing this race. I’m proud that she understands how strong her body is and that she is a capable, healthy, powerful force to reckon with, no matter how quiet, demure and ladylike she may seem. This is MY kid, and the world does, indeed, need her.

  • A Small World After All

    09.02.17 | Permalink | | Comments Off on A Small World After All


    Disneyland, again!  🙂 This time, upon our arrival, I said the to the kids that we would dial back Disney after this trip.  That we are ready for something new and fresh.  They looked at ,e as though I told them I was giving away their dog or something.  WHY?!?!  I responded that it might be time for something new, but they said NO.  Disneyland is their home away from home, too, and they’re in no hurry to grow up and away from it.  Thank goodness, because I feel exactly the same.  ❤️ 

  • Bubble Runners AGAIN!

    09.01.17 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Bubble Runners AGAIN!

    This year our Bubble Run gained a new member: Jude!  We hit the streets, and bubbles, at 9:00 and by 9:10 Jude said he loved this run so much that he would do it if it were a half marathon!  I agree.  But bubbles and wet feet for thirteen miles could get interesting… nonetheless, we had a lot of fun running through the bubbles, this time with Buddy in tow.  🙂

  • School Biz

    08.29.17 | Permalink | | Comments Off on School Biz

    Sometimes we have to stand up for things, and this summer was a lot of standing up for students and for teachers.  We had to negotiate a new contract this year, and with that came the request to make class sizes smaller and for better support for our special learners.  Our district had different ideas of how to accomplish the big job of educating our students, so we formed a rally to show our district we mean what we say and will ask, loudly, for what we see as necessary.  I was proud to be married to the man who gave his perspective on what is happening in my district, and to stand by a man who so clearly is interested in protecting everyone in the education system.  He spoke to the school board about inequities he sees and experienced and made a huge difference in the outcome of our very satisfying and supportive new contract!

  • Escape to Idaho

    08.11.17 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Escape to Idaho


    We made our annual trek to Idaho to rub elbows with my family last week. It started out early with Jude leaving with my mom for a few one to one days, then we joined a few days later to spend some time at the lake and squeeze my parents. I have a feeling that I’ll only be able to visit the property for a few more years as my parents can’t keep up with it forever and no one else wants to move out to the sticks. It’s a strange feeling, knowing something that is part of my blood will be let go, but I’m learning that life is just one long sequence of learning to love then learning to let go. In the end, we have to let it all go, anyhow, so I suppose that waving goodbye to the Idaho property will be one more opportunity to practice.  


    I took advantage of our time there, exploring as much as I wanted, dipping into the lake, watching the sunset, sitting quietly on the bluff, reading in the grass, all of the things. I piled my family into the golf cart at one point and gave a historical tour of important points of interest, from my perspective. I showed them where I learned to swim, where my brothers and cousins sealed me into an igloo full of fresh farts, where we tried to catch a snipe, where the old house and garbage pile used to be, where I got the scars on my shin from a water fight. It was a good trip.


    Unlike other years, this one also included our every-third-year Baumert Family reunion. We convened in Salmon Idaho to catch up on hugs and see how tall our kids got. It was strange, this year, as I’m part of the grown up population now. There are younger families than mine and our elders are aging. Looking around, I realized that the crowd has changed from all of my aunts and uncles to very few elders and almost all cousins so far removed now that we could marry one another and no one would blink an eye. That made me think of what family is. Despite the thinning of our shared blood DNA, we are what defines family for me, there. I had a blast visiting, dancing, bidding on auction items, making slime and everything else. I feel lucky that we still meet up and still call one another cousin.

FRESH /POSTS

Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…