The tipping point had come. I stopped sat on a rock on the side of the path and started crying. Not a big baby embarassing cry. It was the kind of cry that only people who really know you, or what you were experiencing would be able to […]
Before I tell the story I gotta give some background. Early in my marriage I returned home one evening to a very unhappy husband. He hardly ever is unhappy so when he’s upset we know it’s gotta be bad. Anybody that has known us for any amount of […]
I had a dinosaur (because Micheal Crichton has moved on) over one shoulder and a little girl over the other shoulder. The dinosaur was telling me to get what I know would taste good. It’s summer and you gotta be responsible with your money. The little girl was saying exploring is fun and threw her milk bottle at the dinosaur.
What makes it even more fun is talking smack talk. Fortunately my family doesn’t read this blog so this won’t kill anyone’s self esteem. I talk alot of smack about beating people and then magically pull out the good sport card when I lose. That’s because I know I’m going to lose, because I always lose.
This has to be what those people feel like when they reach the top of Mount Kilamannjaro. So I’m counting it as an adventure.
AJ borrows Uncle Randy’s shorts and the dynamic duo is off. Twelve minutes later through heaving breaths AJ declares “that old dude is fit!” Now he knows why I didn’t go running with them.
They thought they were being “too cool” to outwardly appreciate the joke. To the observers eye it looked like they had a synchronized gas passing experience.
Well if it’s good enough for millionares that own islands its good enough for me. I laid out on my futon in the living room. (Hey it’s Arizona unless it is midnight it’s too hot to sit out on a hammock. The pages of the book would spontaneously combust.) Took my feet up off the floor and read a book.