You might get that one if you are around the forty year old and up club. Ahhhh, the famous Saturday morning cartoons with all those little cartoon inserts about "I'm just a bill," "Don't drown your food" and so many more. The funny thing is, I have a terrible memory. I couldn't tell you what I did yesterday, but I can rattle off that "and, but, and or can get you pretty far." Now a days, it's all about log into here, download that, and get the latest this. There I go again, getting all crotchety at these young whipper snappers. Fortunately, I probably have some more time on this planet before I get obsolete. I can still work my iPhone, and that's got to count for something.
Today was a little traumatic for me. During Connor and I's one mile run, he smoked me. I was puffing like a freight train pulling a forty passenger car of candidates for the biggest loser, and I watched as he glided, quite easily, away from me without breaking a sweat. This has never happened before, and I don't think I was ready for this day. I'm going to have to step it up. The reality is, I am really proud of him. Pushing yourself past that physical barrier is an awesome feeling and great accomplishment. Anyway, I'm sure you have better things to do than to read my journaling, for those who made it this far. God bless you all.