>Off the Beaten Path>Happy Friday the 13th!
Needs more cowbell!
• 6 duathlons (1 Olympic distance)
• 130#s (and stay there, gotdammit!)
Got any superstitions? Do you have any fun plans for the day/evening? We're going to a small party with friends tonite, but I think the date is just a coincidence.
Marathon Maniac # 3228
My 12 y/o said to me (and this totally creeped me out)..."mom, if I die today, can we say it was because of Friday the 13th? Can we put that on my headstone?" OMG...I just slowly backed away from him. Not the way I like to start my day - with thoughts like that.
After losing a kitty and his grandpa last year my son is a little obsessed with/fascinated by death, too. He is often asking about when he dies and when we die...at first it freaked me out, now I'm just pretty frank with him. I don't think the concept of death is even all that frightening to him, just sort of perplexing.
I wonder at which age death does become frightening.
My youngest (5 y/o) talks about death like it is no big deal. Once I told him that I won't be reading bedtime stories to him forever, and his response was "I know, because someday you'll die", then he paused and added "but daddy is going to die first". Creepy!!
Oh, and lately Dane has been a TOTAL mommy's boy. But that seems to go in phases. The other day he told me that he loves me the most, daddy second most, and the kitties all 3rd most.
BTW - I love the name Dane. Is he clingy during this stage? It's kind of fun when they go through this stage as long as they are not glued to your side night and day.
I REALLY think you should have Grandmom on your list, you know she's my mommy and I don't like to hear that you don't have her on your list of who you love". His response..."well, Grandmom isn't as much fun as Grandpop". End of story.
Kids, gotta love them when they speak the truth!
I've got a fever...
On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office. But you will wish that you'd spent more time running. Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.
Sounds fun, Jeff. Is there beer involved?
To celebrate Friday the 13th, I typically slaughter living ancestors descendants (duh!) of the Knights Templar so that I can, you know, get back to the roots of the holiday.