rainbow boom

By this time tomorrow the race will be over - I can't believe it's finally here! I've been stressing all day because I hurt myself on a run or the hockey game last weekend (gawd that sounds redundant...I am constantly hurting myself) and the pain has not exactly subsided...I think it's shin splints. I had the pain on Wednesday already and did consider cutting out the last 8 km run, but instead I decided to run the hilliest part of the race course, setting two personal best's, as my last big push before race day. Pretty typical actually ;) Anyway,  I am so excited and truly have no expectations about tomorrow other than that I want to finish (and please, please, please, please not get injured). Tally ho!

So, Rainbow Loom. Yessssss, we've entered that age domain where the "it" thing at school becomes the "only" thing in life. Although, I consider myself lucky that Rainbow Loom, a slightly creative and blessedly gun-free activity, is the first "it" thing we have to contend with, it is still completely aggravating to hear about it 24/7. Adding to the irritation is the fact that A1 does not recognize it as two words; despite J and me constantly over-enunciating in the hopes that he'll catch on he still calls it "Renbowlum" or some approximation thereof. I hear the kits have been banned in some elementary schools after fights started breaking out over trading...surprisingly our seemingly laid-back, shy little 7 year old is showing a remarkable talent for commodities and acquisitions. He has never been given a Rainbow Loom set, has never spent a penny on elastics or c-clips, yet somehow has an entire ZipLock bag full of the things. Not sure how I feel about this...slightly proud, slightly disgusted.

Rubber and silicon bands...seriously?!