Wanna be in a movie?

I just had to chuckle at this one. Octomom gets an offer for a porno? Wonder if they can use the title from that James Bond movie...oh what was it called? You know the one I'm talking about...it had Roger Moore and Maud Adams...

Watch out Zach and Miri!

Goosey Goosey Goosey

I think only my wife will get the inside joke here, but she was once chased by a goose in college. Or was it a swan?

Just for you sweety!

Turkeys

I've been meaning to post about this for weeks, but I've lately been seeing a large flock of turkeys by the YMCA down the road. Not sure of the exact number, but there's been at least ten to fifteen of them every few days. They sit in one of the clearings pecking away at the ground.

Race Results

Congratulations Neil, you finished the Sweethearts 4 Mile Run on February 8, 2009 with a time of 00:48:24. You placed 296 of 316 runners, 160 of 169 Male runners and 16 of 16 in the Men's 30-34 division. Your pace per mile was 12:06. You scored 682 Grand Prix points in this race. Weather on Race day was 53 degrees, partly cloudy.

So I clearly didn't place where I wanted to, but hey, somebody has to come in last, right? Even if it wasn't last, last, it was last in my age group. There were a ton of runners out there (easily 300+) and many old men and women passed me by. I ran into the parents of a fellow high school alum and chatted before the race. He was running (faster than me) but it was nice to see somebody I knew.

I am happy with my pace, my first, second, and fourth mile were pretty good, but my third mile sucked wind. My legs weren't the problem (though they do hurt today) it was simply my conditioning. I think I need to build a large lung capacity and shed more weight. Not sure how I'm going to do either. Maybe I can hold my breath until I pass out? If I do it before dinner, maybe I won't eat....

It was also very nice to have my own little cheerleading squad at the race. Since we got off to an early enough start at home, everyone went. Elizabeth and William played on the playground at the park while I ran. And they all cheered for me when the race started and when I finished. I'm just glad they weren't there halfway through the race, I would have felt bad for walking in front of them. And I know Elizabeth would have yelled at me to "run faster Daddy, run faster!"

My next race (already registered for) is an 8k (4.97 miles) on March 8th. I'm hoping to do that in less than an hour.

I'm running in the first

I'm running in the first Grand Prix race of the year today and it's 4 miles long. Am I nuts?

Hello, My Name is Scott Calvin

That's right, I'm going to change my name to Scott Calvin. Or maybe Samuel Carson. Either way, I need to have the initials of "SC" because I swear I'm living in a cross between The Santa Clause and Groundhog Day.

Why?

Because Elizabeth is turning into Charlie Calvin. You know, the kid who wants to re-live Christmas everyday? now don't get me wrong, I'd love to have Christmas everyday. I mean, presents, a day off, great food, who could ask for more? But my daughter takes it a step further.

Point 1 - Since Christmas, she's been listening to a jazz-themed Christmas CD when she goes to bed. Which means when I walk by, it's like getting a taste of Christmas in January. And February.

Point 2 - Last week, she wanted to watch a movie. Which one? White Christmas with Bing Crosby. And she said she wanted to finish watching it the next day.

I know, having two points doesn't exactly make for a strong argument. But I'm telling you, this is not going away anytime soon. I'll keep you posted on any more holiday-themed oddities.

Kids say the darndest things

The other day, Elizabeth said, out of the blue, something along the lines of:

"Remember when I was at the dentist and I got my crowns? And you wanted me to eat the popsicle? Well, I didn't want to eat it because I was tired."

Yeah. That was months ago. Then we have this kicker. There a death in the family last month and Yvonne was upset and crying. Elizabeth gave her a hug and said she would make a card for her "grandpap" to make her feel better. A few hours later she comes back to see me while I'm working and hands me a little picture that she drew. The conversation went something like this:

"Dad! Look at the card I made for mom's grandpap."
"It looks wonderful sweetie."
"See? This side has a dolphin." She turns it over and points "And here's an arrow and an airplane and two hearts."
"That's very nice of you to do that sweetie."
"Mom's grandpap is in heaven. Can you mail to heaven?"

And that's when I could only do my best to not cry and say I'd try to mail it to heaven. So if you know of an address I can use, please let me know.