Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A post about nothing

Since this blog has always been a very thinly veiled attempt at telling all of my witty life stories under the guise of running, I thought it was time enough that I ramble on about nothing and everything all at once. The last 6 months have reminded me of the saying, "if you want something done, ask the busiest person you know and they'll find a way".  That is me. I'm the busiest person. Everyone is asking me to do everything. I would tell you it was a lie that I've had to schedule time to poop, but.....

My son is still as fun as ever. Fun of course meaning I have to ask him to do things 3 times and then usually yell something like "IF I FEEL YOUR TOOTHBRUSH WILL IT BE WET?!".  Checkmate, little man, brush your teeth.

Hey there, sweetheart. Do you come here often?

I have to admit, I've gotten pretty good at nagging him to do things. Usually I'm nagging while I'm on the couch looking at crossfit Instagram accounts.  Have I mentioned I'm in crossfit now? All I need is a nasty recliner that is for some forsaken reason outside on the porch and a careless attitude about nudity in the locker room to go along with way too much body hair and my transition to old man would be complete. Get off my lawn

The picture before this we all had our tongues out

But, in spite of some of the frustrations, every so often he reminds me that he is still my baby boy that weighed 5lbs 14oz when he left the hospital.

Snuggles with his favorite Luigi doll

So, I have a beard now. You would know this if you followed me on Instagram hint hint. I am still not sold on it 100%. It has more gray hairs in it than I would like to admit and most days I feel like it is more work than just shaving (leave it to me to figure a way to make everything harder).  But a few people have told me it looks good and I think that it will be hilarious to look back on 5 years from now in a "what are you talking about mullets were totally in style!?" kind of a way.  This coming from a guy who had a bowl cut for a solid 8 years growing up.

Stupid beard....

My dog Max has been...... Well..... He is a puppy. How long can I use that for him being a little shit?  Either way, I'm sure he'll grow out of the chewing stage in 5 or 6 years.  In the meantime, all of my couch pillows are now on lockdown and every time I come home my son and I play the what did Max eat today game....the game where nobody wins.

RIP pillow

Finally, I'm still posting a photo a day on Instagram.  I'm nearly 4 years in - in fact, I've posted over a thousand picture on there.  This Friday will mark day 265 which means there are 100 days left in the year.  As much as I joke about stuff, things in the 'Boring household are going along swimmingly. But, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I was a bit reflective on the time left in the year. I think I'm going to spend some time this weekend deciding how I want to spend the remainder.  I'll bet I could get at least 5-6 photos out of pumpkin spiced lattes!


Sue's Ramblings said...

"It has more gray hairs in it than I would like to admit.."

For some odd reason, I read it as "...more gay hairs..." and I went "what?!?! what's gay hair?!?!"


Niki said...

"Boys, go put on your socks and shoes. We're leaving for school in five minutes. Boys. Boys!" Repeatx9287429874298742983479375943875

(But it's a super duper fun age for sure.)