Being SuperWoman is Easy!

... if you redefine SuperWoman with really low standards, that is.

for example:

SuperWoman remembers that it is trash day before the trash comes, and gets it out on time.

SuperWoman goes to the extra effort* to get the basement trash, which is a daring process of picking up discarded dryer lint which should've been thrown into the trash can, but has instead rolled off the top of the overfilled heap, to cover the floor and make excellent imaginary hiding places for millions of mice, of which superwoman is deathly afraid and yet courageously perseveres. (Although now her nose is full of lint and she keeps sneezing.)

SuperWoman manages to blog - even before showering and dressing! Amazing!

And, beyond that, SuperWoman plans to exercise.

See? I've given you the tools you need to not only be SuperWoman today, but to far surpass my example.

Because you probably didn't take the trash out in your jammies (cute though they may be), nor are you still sitting in your jammies thinking about exercising while also noting that it's getting very late and you should really be starting your day. And maybe you've already eaten breakfast - bonus points for healthy - and showered and are started with your schooling, with a load of laundry in the washer and if you're Kerri one already in the dryer, too, because you've been up since some pre-dawn hour that I only squint at on my clock.

So, now that I think about it, you probably don't need my SuperWoman tips at all.

But they made me feel Super this morning.

Because I have nice low standards for Super.

Oh, and Karen asked about the skating anxiety. Yes, I found it much less stressful if I just knitted and didn't watch. Knitting takes enough of my attention that I never saw the crashes coming, and didn't watch the speedy big guys at all.

Someone else (who was it?) recently asked what T'Mahk means. Let me refer you to this ancient entry: The Origin of T'Mahk and hope it enlightens you. Because it's so old I barely remember it, and didn't actually read it to see if it answers the question. Because, after all, I'm the New SuperWoman, with extra low expectations for myself.

Oh, wait!!!!!! You didn't click that ancient entry, did you? Don't do it!!! It doesn't actually say anything. What a surprise! But I found this one, that did say something. So read this one instead: My Entry Rambling About My Blog Name, which you'll note is actually sort of hanging hybrid, since I changed some things but left the title as T'Mahk and never really finished deciding anything.

Oh, and we have an inch of snow today. It's just lucky it's the pretty foofy sticky-to-the-branches kind, or it would be unacceptable. Yes, yes, I know that I should expect this of Michigan. To get nice and stay nice without ups and downs would be very Not-Michigan. But still, I can't help but resent it snowing again when I had, indeed, gotten my hopes up that Spring would ever actually come. Yesterday after Em and Tobi-Wan's choir concert (oh, now THAT would be something REAL to blog about! Silly me, with the nonsense blog entry) we heard peepers in the field North of the church. Which made me think it was really Spring. But today I'm remembering the awful year that we went to the Nature Center and the pond was full of bloated and decaying pollywogs (also known as tadpoles) because they'd also been fooled by the weather into thinking it was Spring, daring to try to grow legs, when a hard freeze knocked them all off. And, of course, frogs don't bury their dead, so the pond was exceedingly creepy that year.

On that lovely note, I'll go exercise, and pretend I should've set the clocks back two ours and it's really only 7:23.

*I imagine SuperDuperWoman actually empties her dryer lint trash regularly, and it never overflows into creepy potential-mouse-homes.