You say it's your birthday, well it's my birthday to.....

Yes it is my birthday, and I am now getting into the stage where I listen to talk radio more than music, I get up earlier than the kids, places hurt more than they used to and nobody is saying "oh your still a kid" anymore.

As far as where places hurt more, just the other day I woke up in the morning and my right shoulder hurt, and I mean really hurt. How the hell does someone damage their shoulder by sleeping? I mean really, how dumb is that? So yesterday I went to the Y to work out and after I was all excited because I could go into the hot tub and let the jets massage it out. Only the jets are not placed where your shoulder can reach very well, so instead I am lying down turning my body to get my shoulder low enough. Now for a lack of a better description, and trust me I was trying to figure one out, I looked like a beached whale, all flopping and turning to get my shoulder down..........I gave up.

So what does a guy do on his birthday, well when that guy is a stay at home dad this is what he does. He takes son #1 to park program and gives him $5 to go to dairy queen. Then he takes son #2 to target and pick up bleach and laundry soap. Then he goes back and pick up son #1 and goes grocery shopping. Then he spends the rest of the afternoon, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, laundry, mowed the lawn and made supper before Jenny got home from work. She even bought me a carrot cake (mmmmmmmmmmmm, cake) which there was 2 pieces left and the dog jumped up on the table and promptly ate before we even noticed, oh well for the better I guess.

You know what? I had a good day; I spent time with the kids, got some house work done, and ate supper with my wife. I guess I am pretty lucky.

At 11:05 PM,  Anonymous said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON PAUL!!!!

HERE'S SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT: DAD AND I WERE 32 WHEN YOU WERE BORN, OUR FOURTH CHILD! JUNE 29, 1972 WAS A GLORIOUS DAY FOR DAD, I, DEB, KELLY AND CHRISTOPHER AS WE CELEBRATED YOUR BIRTH AND WONDERFUL ADDITION TO OUR FAMILY.
LOVE, MOM

 

At 7:44 AM,  Anonymous said...

You Know Paul, If I remember right...the morning you were born, Marge Halvorson couldn't wait to know if you were a boy or a girl. So Dad called her and told her mom delivered a baby elephant. I think too "Pink" was his color...
Deb

 

At 11:14 AM,  Anonymous said...

When you have a horse race, nobody remembers whether "you got it going during the race" or not. All that matters is who crosses the finish line first. The winner could lead by 12 lengths or by a nose. First place still gets the prize. I almost let you win like mom said I should. Better luck next time!

Love ya Paul,

Dad

 

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