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Childish things

This was in my email today, and it (naturally) strikes a chord. I say naturally because, well, it’s Calvin:

Resistance is useless...

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Kids

My oldest is apparently learning (through a friend at school) how to cuss in Chinese. Awesome.

And my middle child announced, while we’re sitting in the back of church, “Dad, there are nineteen people here with a bald spot on their head.” I glare at him. He continues, “No, really,” pointing now “One, two, three…”

Don’t you wish you were me?

Dood

I don’t give a shit if you are late or just inconsiderate. I’ve had this civic probably since before you were born, and I don’t care how close you get to me with your monster truck - I am NOT going to hurry up.

So why don’t you just back the hell off?

Kthanxbai.

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I can’t believe how grown up my little girl is.

I took her shoe shopping, and not only was she a total diva (refused to even try on anything at Payless) but she had to get shoes, with laces.

Because she can tie shoes now. Really, she can.

She’s four, people.

Also? She can count to thirty without any help. Why? Because of those temporary tattoos where you hold a sponge or wet paper towel on them until they come off the paper. In other words, she’s learning advanced math (for a four year old, at least) because she has too many tattoos. If that isn’t grown up, I don’t know what is.

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I ran so far away

Another month, and it was OK running wise. I have 47 miles on the log, which is the most since October. Yay.

I’m almost to the end of my Hal Higdon Spring Training, two weeks left, so that means I need to get cracking and plan out the next step. Should I shoot for a half marathon, or a ten K?

I have no illusions that I am a fast runner, no, and I’m worried enough about my joints to not push it, because I am definitely a fat runner. I’m about 265 right now, which is 100 pounds over where my doctor wants me. Yeah, I’m workin’ on it.

I also turned 43 today. Another yay. Feels an awful lot like 42 (emphasis on ‘like.’)

I was at the wholesale store today, getting vanilla, and there was a girl struggling with a bag of sugar. Okay, it was a 50 pound bag of sugar, but I was already there so I said “You want some help?”

“It’s stuck or something.”

It wasn’t, it was just heavy and at an awkward angle for her, but after I dropped it in her cart she was extremely gracious. It was almost funny, I’ve never seen anybody that happy to get a bag of sugar before.

I mopped the floor this morning, so it’s nice and clean for at least a couple hours. My dogs, cats, and kids are already plotting to mess it up again, I can just tell.

Oh, funny thing yesterday. We were outside and my daughter saw her friend, our next door neighbor who is a couple years younger than her. They were getting in their car, so she ran over to say hi. (remember, she’s only four). When she came back, she said, matter-of-factly: “They’re going to a wedding. He’s gonna marry someone.”

And as cute as that is, she also says “marry,” in the cemetery sense, when we drive past a graveyard she says “Is that where people are married?”

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