Oh, God, she’s 10, and all I can think about is soon she’s going to be 14. I’m taking deep breaths.
Some pictures of my tough, determined, brilliant, serious, silly, buttkicking not-so-little girl from the past year:
First day with the bo staff in traditional weapons class.
Getting her high green belt in taekwondo.
Rock climbing in the Dells on Father's Day.
Getting ready to boogie board at the beach.
At the Renaissance Faire.
School picnic at the beginning of 4th grade.
In full Ravenclaw gear, as we were leaving to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Happy birthday, honey. I’m sure it will be a terrific year.
I will no longer be able to quote the line from “When Harry Met Sally” — “and I’m going to be 40… someday!” — with any sense of irony at all. I am 40 today, and so far I am totally nonplussed, mainly because I went to bed too late and now I’m sleepy.
Where did the time go? How is it possible I’ve reached this age without having more answers? Without being further along?
And where’s my goddamn jetpack?
Gaaa. I’m going for a run.
I haven’t posted much lately — you know how it is, busy busy busy. But today is special – my lovely wife turns 40. It’s clear that 40 will be much better than 39:
39 ended with catching a nasty summer cold and fever.
40 begins with recovering from a nasty summer cold and fever.
39 ended with our crawlspace being infested with rats.
40 begins with the rats on the run.
39 ended with a clunky old car (until last month).
40 begins with a cool new pimped out ride (last month)
39 ended with a dreaded milestone birthday looming.
40 begins with the next dreaded milestone birthday a full decade away.
Happy birthday, babe.
Hey there. It’s been a busy week, and I haven’t really had time to touch base, or sleep much, or anything. But I’m still here, as you can see from the Twitter feed on the sidebar.
Today is our beautiful, brilliant daughter’s 8th birthday. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten, and how mature she getting. She is also a genuinely nice, gentle person.
Except on Saturday mornings, when we train, along with Junior, to be the FIGHTING UNFOCUSEDS. Time to get ready for Family Taekwondo, the one hour a week when she gets no greater pleasure than from punching and kicking me, or taking me down to the mat.
Mrs. Unfocused got her supergenius freelance art director and designer friend, Housecat No More, to design a t-shirt for me based on one of my recent blog posts. In the post, it seems I said I was going to get this printed on a t-shirt; the Mrs. beat me to it. Here I am wearing my prize:
I have another one — same message, but the shirt is light blue (so calming!). I also got some other stuff, and very nice cards. My family is wonderful.
Today’s my birthday. I’m 39, and I have to leave off harassing Mrs. Unfocused about being the older woman.
We celebrated yesterday with cake and a visit from a college friend and his daughter, which was good fun. On Saturday, we got together with another college friend from out of town, and his wife and daughters, so it was a very collegiate weekend.
I did get my long run in yesterday. I went out late, at about 10:30, so it was already pretty hot, and again, my training fell off in the last couple of weeks, so I wasn’t terribly fast: 9.85 miles in 1:27 and change (don’t have my watch in front of me for the exact time). I’m okay with that, because at least I got it done. I should get a little more running in this week.
Birthday or not, I’ve gotta go to work.
That’s how Junior described his old man tonight. I’m gonna get it printed on a t-shirt.
And happy happy happy happy birthday to Mrs. Unfocused, to whom I have given… nothing.
Not my fault, though. Blame Steve Jobs. Three more days.