My, Haven’t You Grown!!

I don’t know if Twitter is good for me or not. I don’t even twat that much, but lately my son Sam and I have been talking in hashtags.

{Side note: for those who aren’t on Twitter, and don’t get this whole thing - the # symbol, called a hashtag, is used to mark keywords or topics in a Tweet. It was created by Twitter users as a way to categorize messages. So, for example,  if you wrote a tweet about running your first marathon, you might hashtag it – #bucketlist or something like that}.

The way it plays out with Sam and I is kind of like this: If I fart in the cereal aisle of the grocery store – something everyone does everyday of the week - Sam says, “Hashtag, my mom has issues” or “Hashtag, my mom smells.” You should try this little game. It’s probably one of those things that I think is hilarious, but everyone else finds annoying and old.  Hashtag, wouldn’t be the first time.

Last night Sam had a late night with this police volunteer program he is doing. He was out at the shooting range learning about various scenarios when cops use their guns (only they were using paint balls). The only reason I let him go on a school night and shoot guns until 11:30 p.m. was that he was with the police. This seemed like added security, or maybe I am just kidding myself.

Anyway, I got up this morning to this note:

It reminded me that everyone should have kids just so you can be entertained and so you can embarrass them at opportune times. It makes all the breastfeeding, tantrums and poop stained walls almost worth it. Wait! Are my kids the only ones who got poop on the walls?

Oh, yeah. This is a running blog. Hashtag, forgot. No, I didn’t really forget, but I didn't run today (Gasp! Okay, you are still a good person if you didn’t run today. You still have worth and will not lose all of your fitness – this is what swirls in my little head), so I don’t have a lot to add. In fact, I have a cold (wah, wah – FWP) so I laid low and read Running Times instead. If I am not running, I should at least be reading about running. 

This is the only place I can get some damn privacy.

I have to say that my magazines all have a one track mind: Runners World, Running Times, Fitness, Health, Women’s Running. I need to branch out a bit. Maybe I will subscribe to Cat Fancy and Seventeen (so I can feel young and supple again). I cannot wait until someday I am a grandma so I can subscribe to this:

For some reason, I am laughing my ass off at this cover. It is just too good.

Okay, Nyquil calls my name. Is it bad to mix that with wine?

Are you a big magazine subscriber? YES. Despite what I said above, I also get The Week, Self and Entertainment Weekly. I don’t know why I get all these – I mean, who really has the time?

Does your head play games with you when you take a rest day? Sometimes. If it’s a planned rest day, I’m usually okay, but feel a bit off. If it’s an unplanned day due to something unforeseen I might freak out.

SUAR