Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Kinetic Uselessness

 I was cleaning out my pantry recently and going through all my kids' school papers from last year.  Among my children's artwork I found a sheet of paper that my husband scribbled on.  It looks like this:



My husband dislikes the University of Kansas only because I went there.   He can't stand it when I teach the kids the famous Kansas chant - Rock Chalk, Jayhawk, KU!  So when I found this paper I just laughed and shook my head.

I had a bit of a victory dance on Father's Day.  Let me explain.  Obviously Drew is not a huge fan of KU, but my daughter is.  She recently took up sewing and decided to sew him a blanket for Father's Day.  That'a girl!  I love her sense of humor.  She kills me!  The look on Drew's face was priceless when he opened her present found a University of Kansas Blanket! 







A friend of mine has recently encouraged my husband and I to sign up for a 5K.  This is not just any 5K mind you, this is "Run for Your Life" 5K where you are chased by zombies! (http://runforyourlives.com/)  I am so not in physical form to run even a mile at this point so I decided to begin my Zombie 5K training pronto.

I enlisted my daughter for assistance in my "training."  She runs a 27 minute 3.2 mile!  I asked her if she would go with me to the YMCA so I could run on the treadmill.  We hop on treadmills that are next to one another and begin our run.  OMG, I think I am going to pass out about 3 minutes into the run.  I am sweating, can't breathe and feel like my legs are going to fall off.

I look next to me and she is jogging away, smiling, and typing away on her iPod.  She casually looks over to me and says, "Come on, Mom,  you can do it!  Just keep going!"   I think I am going to punch her.  27 minutes later she finishes our first 5K practice run and I still l have a freakin' mile to go.  I finally hit the 3.2 mile mark at 45 minutes.  Not all that bad considering I have not run in many moons.  I can hardly stand up.  My legs are like spaghetti.  I am beet red and soaked with sweat.  She bounds down the stairs ahead of me saying, "I feel great!"   She is killing me.  Literally. 



Nothing to do with how my daughter is killing me, but I have to share something I had to say out loud today.






"Who put the bacon in my shower?"










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