4am and a little sore

My back’s a little sore from running but I shouldn’t even mention it as the misses has had a headache for days, maybe weeks now. We think it’s from the physical therapy that she’s been going to from her injury at work. We have to get her out of retail. She just cannot stand on her feet for 8 hours at a time lifting heavy bags of groceries. We’ve been waiting for the offers to come in to finance her new event business but haven’t received any yet. Maybe your checks are in the mail!

Yesterday was busy as usual. It started off with the oldest one in the clinic when we arrived home from the gym. I quickly ran over to school while the misses went down the the L.O.L. house to give Bunkie his shot for the 408th day since she started. Yes Bunkie is still around and the misses is still giving the shot but getting really tired of it. I mean come on, I don’t care what it is, try doing ANYTHING for almost 400 days in a row. Giving a bitting little dog a shot every day wasn’t meant to be a part of anyones daily routine. It’s right up there with taking a shower or brushing you teeth each and every day. Ok, I’ll stop venting but I feel her pain. But, she refuses to ask the neighbor (who sometimes does it when we’re out of town) to do it for awhile. That was my suggestion.

Anyhow, I heded right over to school and went to the oldest guys classroom to check on him. He was working away decorating his Valentines Day box with the rest of his class and even though he didn’t feel well, I could tell he wanted to stick it out as the big party (last one of the school year) was coming up in the afternoon. He thanked me for coming and told me he felt like throwing up but was ok now. Later in the day, this would catch up with him.

The misses and I made it through our day, me mostly on the phone and the misses running here and there. At 1:30 she headed over to the school to host the youngest ones classroom party. I made it there by 2 as I was supposed to help. When I walked in, she had everything handled. (of course she did, I mean she just pulled off a successful party for Andrea, what’s an 8 year old party!) So I went down the hall to join the oldest guy in his classroom. When I arrived they were having an impromptu dance party with the teacher and all the kids dancing to music while exchanging their Valentines. Soon it was 2:45 and school was out. We all jumped in the car and headed home and we could tell the oldest wasn’t feeling well. I had to run an errand and then we ran up to Grandma’s to say hi for Valentines Day. When we arrived up there, the oldest one was really dragging. We stayed for only a few minutes and went right home to get him some tylenol and dinner and send him to bed. Everyone feel asleep fast except me who stayed up switching the channels between National Geographic’s new hit show Doomsday Preppers and the Nuggets basketball game. Turns out 5 million people are watching this new show that shows regular people preparing to take care of their families as they don’t trust the system for various reasons, hmmm. They (the government ) says there are over 5 million people who are serious “preppers” in the country meaning they are learning how to grow their own food, and other skills in case things in our little hand out world don’t continue as is. Enough on this but if you have a chance, tune in to Nat Geo on Tuesday mights.

Now back to me, ha ha. I’m down 8 pounds since we arrived home. Egg whites, chicken breasts and vegetables only, plus running at least 2 miles (30 minutes) each day, seems to be working. I’m on a mission and am now afraid to even look at anything like a donut. Next time you see me, especially those of you out of town, you’ll see a new slimmer trimmer version. Ok ok, I’ll stop, at least until tomorrow!

Time to head to the gym. The misses works at 7:15 so I need to get there and get back quick. No time for weights today, only a 30 minute run. Take care and God Bless, have a great day.

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