When your in your 50s, you should probably not wrestle with your teenage son. I got a knee in the chest and I think I cracked a rib. Hints; don't breath deeply, don't laugh, and don't get the hickups. If you forget these hints, don't worry, they come back to you real fast. Mike :-)
Another monumental day is when the first one leaves the house to go to college. I'll be delivering my daughter to the University of Florida on Friday. Go Gators!! Mike
I'm in reasonably good shape, I think I had frustrated my son by a couple of moves I made on him. So he got me just after I let him loose and wasn't paying attention. That's my story, and I sticking to it! Mike PS, the wrestling is part of keeping in shape.
I have a GRANDDAUGHTER beginning her junior year at U of A!
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Gourmet Puzzles:
What part of the fish are the "sticks"?
Likewise where are the chicken "fingers" located?
It's only been about six weeks since I found out he can run faster than me. But I bet if I practiced for a month or two, I could beat him again (for a short time). Mike PS. I'm not getting old, he's just growing up :-)
Surely only those old folks who were too selfish to do it themselves?
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When my sons were 8 and 9, they told me they were both running the maximum in the "Track Trips" exercise at their school - 9 laps of the playground which works out to a bout 3 miles. I thought 3 miles is about 5k, so we all entered a local 5k road race. At the start, I politely hung back with the ladies and old men, but my boys insisted on worming up to the front line.
About halfway through, I caught up with the older boy, who was walking, waiting for me (yeah, right). He fell along with me, but we didn't see the younger one until the finish, where he complained that he had to wait 5 minutes for us.
Now the younger one is my height, 145 pounds, and a nationally-ranked soccer player for his age. However, I still have 50 pounds on him, so I have nothing to fear.
The legend where I grew up (rural Vermont) was that the old folks would be given a heavy does of intoxicants one night after Winter set in hard, and then, after they passed out, be stacked outside next to the firewood. Those who did not wake in the Spring were given a decent burial.
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