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Kids these days

So the other day we’re in the car.

Daughter: “Where are the groceries?”

Me: “They’re in the trunk.”

Daughter: “What is trunk?”

Me: “mm.. in the way back.”

My kids have no memory of a car with a trunk. We’ve had a hatchback or a minivan their entire lives.

And I’m feeling old.

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I know what to look for, now, and it’s funny how soon it starts to happen.

I’m talking about SAD, or seasonal affective disorder. Yes, it could be in my head. It could be the stress of getting the kids back to school (this week) and my wife going back to teach (this week) and work being busy (always) but there is no doubt in my mind – I can feel a brain drain.

Dammit, I’m sick of it. But I’m doing what I can: using my grow light, I’ve been running 3 or 4 times a week (not far or fast, but getting out there). I’m trying to eat right but know that’s been slipping. More sleep couldn’t hurt, either.

One thing on my list is “don’t pay so much attention to the news.” This isn’t easy, what with the Health Care Debate and all. Financial news, I’m probably in the minority thinking that the recession is far from over (example: 1/3 of US banks are LOSING money after borrowing it for 0.25% and loaning it out at a much, much, MUCH higher rate; how do you lose money doing that? By having lots and lots of BAD LOANS on the books, that’s how). See? See how easy it is to slip back into paying way too much attention to world events that only peripherally impact me?

My kids are having trouble going from lazing around the house and swimming for an hour every day to eight hours of school. Homework hasn’t really started yet, but the early mornings take a toll on all of us.

On the plus side, we’ve all been healthy-ish, and since I love football I’ll have something to watch soon.

If you need me, I’ll be here, trying to keep a smilie face on and getting on with things…

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Empty spaces

I seem to have very much fallen out of the habit of writing here. Even when I have something to say, it’s easier to put it on twitter (because what I usually have to say is something pithy and short) or maybe on Facebook. More often nowadays I just let it go and not say anything.

The ol’ blog was never really anything in particular. I don’t do this for money, attention, or to help a cause. I don’t have any traffic to speak of, not in modern internet terms, so marketers don’t even give me a glance. Not that I want to market anything, but it seems to be a hot topic right now. Let’s just say nobody wants to fly me anywhere or give me something to try and write about. That’s fine by me, because I don’t want to have to meet a deadline for writing about their junk or stop cussing or whatever it would take.

However, having dropped a lot of cash at Ikea this summer rebuilding our entire kitchen, I wouldn’t mind if they’d send some coupons or something. Just sayin’

Whassup with me? I’m trying to teach my body to run again. yeah, I know, things were going great, then I kinda got off track last summer, and then way off track last winter, and when you are as, um, substantial as I am, you can’t just go out and do a ten mile run. Well, maybe you could, but me? Not so much. I’ve been running in the mornings (when it’s a cool 81 degrees, compared to the evenings where it remains well over 90 at 11:00), and waking up is hard. My knees and legs are protesting, but it’s kinda working. I gave up on the heart rate monitor (somewhere in the archives) because either I’m getting a lot of interference or something is broken or both, so why bother. I don’t have the money to replace it, so I just try and run easy right now. If I get to where I can run 10 or more miles again, well, I’ll reconsider.

Other things – we rebuilt the kitchen. It looks awesome. It works great. I’m loving it. I have tons of pictures. I can’t find the fucking cable that connects the camera to the computer, so I can’t show them to you. Just imagine new cabinets, new paint, no soffets, new sink and appliances (except for the refrigerator). There, just as good as a picture.

Other stuff – I went back to Galveston last month, first time post-Ike. Not as sad as I had feared, but still, it’s obvious they have been deeply affected by the storm. Saw some new construction, areas that had been cleared, and also saw wrecked houses still standing, probably waiting for insurance to get straightened out.

My kids can now all swim, and the baby (she’ll always be my baby) is starting to read some, getting ready for 1st grade and taking on the world. Not necessarily in that order.

My boys have grown about a foot this summer. You know how THAT is. Amazing.

I do have a new goal: I need to lose enough weight that they will let me use the slide at the pool. (yes, I’m over the “250 pound maximum” on the sign) (a lot over). So I’m hoping by next summer I’ll be able to go with the kids on the slide. The pool closes in a few weeks, so it’s too late for this year. They can forget about the lilly pads, though, no way in hell I’m doing those…

Y’all take care. I’ll try and post more than once every six months. Maybe.

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hot to handle

I feel like I’m sitting in an oven, but I’m too cheap to turn on the air conditioning. It’s barely MARCH.

Anyway.

I’m thinking of getting a watch with a chronograph for myself for my birthday. Again, should be cheap. Sadly, I’m easily drawn to shiny things, and if you google anything like “sports watch” or “sports chronograph,” you get, er, shiny things.

I’m not really a watch snob, I just like to pretend I am and shop around. So, I’ll probably get another Ironman or maybe look for a Casio on sale or check and see what they have at Target.

Anyway. This weeks goal (one of them) is to realize that my kids, precious kids, are not really miniature adults, and that they are going through their own developmental stages, and my job as a parent (besides teaching them how to write long-ass run-on sentences) is to help them through each stage and not expect perfection every minute of the day.

Whew.

Example: this morning, the kids were snorting molasses before breakfast, because damn if it wasn’t like that time in the Matrix where the bullets are flying and Keanu-whatshisname just stops time and dodges around and basically pisses off his parents because he just won’t get moving already but then the music starts and everything gets done by the credits. The end.

This? This morning was a teaching moment. HellifIknow what I was supposed to be teaching, because I think all they learned was a new way to make my head spin.

I’m trying, I really am. Patience does not come naturally to me, master.

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