When I Was A Kid

I remember being a kid and constantly hearing this standing joke told by my elders. It was something along the lines of kids my age having it too good because people back in the day used to “walk to school, with no shoes, in the snow, uphill . . . both ways!” Now that I’m the older one, all I can think of is how they might have been right. We did have it good back in my day. We seem to have been a lot more free as kids. Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t want to roll back any progress we have made no matter how big or small in the areas of equality for genders, race, etc. I just see how some things used to more simple.

Like parenting is all about the styles and labels. You’ve got helicopter parenting, tiger parenting, and this new term lawnmower parenting. Now if you grew up in the 70s or even part of the 80s you are familiar with free-range parenting. It was a world where you could tell your parents that you didn’t want to go into the store with them and they would let you sit in the car with the widows down on a cool day. Back then nobody kidnapped you or took the car and you were fine. We could ride our bikes or walk to school alone. I remember running around the neighborhood with my friends until I heard my Mom whistle that dinner was ready (my Mom could whistle really really loud!). I also remember it was a time when you read something in the newspaper or saw it on TV and chances were good that it was probably true. If it wasn’t, there was a retraction, someone got fired, and/or a lawsuit was slapped on them. Oh and news anchors were like celebrities.

I actually like the first Anchor Man movie. I didn’t see the second one. If you haven’t seen either one it was a comedy about the male dominated news anchor business. The funny part for me was how cheesy the lead anchor acted and how everybody treated him like a movie star. Just based on my memory, I would say maybe the downfall of the media might have started with the trashy tabloids and magazines. You know the ones you look at while in the checkout line. The ones where someone was abducted by an alien or someone else had an affair with a ghost. Men in Black jokingly referred to them as the “hot sheets.” You know because it was a movie about aliens so the “hot sheets” had the best investigative reporting as opposed to the regular newspapers. That is what made it funny. In the real world it really wasn’t that hard to tell the difference between the real news and the “fake news” back then.

Speaking of regular newspapers, I had a friend on social media try to shame me for getting news from the New York Times! The New York Times, ya’ll! That is a newspaper that has been around for about one hundred sixty-seven years! So what I’m I supposed to do what instead? Am I supposed to believe some website that popped up in the last five years or better yet some meme that was posted by who knows a few months ago?

While we are talking about posts let’s discuss social media for a bit. I have a real love/hate relationship with it. One minute I’m inspired and crying in a good way. The next minute my stomach hurts and I want to pull my hair out and scream. I understand some people have strong feelings about hot button topics, but is it me or are the internet trolls multiplying? Why can’t we be civil? I recently unfollowed (I still feel like the unfriend button was too harsh) some people because they were constantly lumping everyone into only two camps. Well I’m sorry, just because I feel one way about one topic doesn’t automatically make it true that I feel a certain way about another topic. There is also no need for name calling. You feel strong about your opinion? Great! Voice it if you like, but could you use your smarts and do it in a way that isn’t attacking a large number of your Facebook “friends?” Well, unless of course that is your intent. I know social media isn’t all “unicorns and rainbows,” but a little humor can go a long way.

I’ve seen tons of people say they are taking a break from social media. Then boom! A day or two later they are back on social media again. I mostly use it to stay informed about the kids’ school, some of our social groups, and events in our area. I actually don’t have a whole lot of time to just browse my news feed. When I do have a minute or two, I go back to the whole love/hate thing. There are days I hate it more. I put my phone down the other day feeling totally deflated, tired, and pessimistic. There was so much bickering from everything to parenting, relationships, and free speech. I love having a wide range of friends. It ensures I’m not in that “bubble.” You know, where you only surround yourself with people who agree with you. It sounds nice, but there is always a use for the devil’s advocate. There are always two sides to a story. Don’t worry about the friends I unfollowed the other day. I’m in no danger of being in a bubble. It was only two people. I guess the beauty of social media is that you can always put your phone down and just live life. If you are my age you can go back to sitting in your rocker on the front porch and yell at the kids to get off your lawn. Also if you are my age you’ll get the joke.


What A Day!

I am actually writing my first rough draft of this post the day after the Four on the Fourth race, and I have to say I am exhausted. The kids and I slept in this morning and Hubby had to work, bless his heart. We had such a full day for the Fourth! Let me go back and tell you about the packet pick-up for the race first.

I had some family drama on the third. My mom and sister were not having a good day. I got some phone calls while the kids played inside. I was so busy with talking to my family, doing laundry and watching the kids that I almost forgot to get our race packets. Hubby was working from home that day. So I left the kids at home with him to get our packets. Surprisingly they were not upset about that. They asked to stay home. I thought that weird since they always make out like bandits at the packet pick-ups. So I headed out in the early afternoon to get them. This year they gave women a choice of a regular shirt or a tank! I was so happy I wasn’t forced to get a tank. I’m actually wearing my shirt right now. To the race directors, thank you, thank you for no tanks this year!

So with no in-laws in sight this holiday we got the girl down the street to babysit that morning. The kids love playing with her. They were up when we left which had me worried. I mean we left pretty early and they were supposed to watch fireworks at the Royals game later. I knew they would be tired later.

We made it to the race with plenty of time. I saw some tents up and wanted to check them out before we headed to the start. Hubby pinned and unpinned his race bib about a million times!!! I was so frustrated. I mean, who cares! You are running. When a picture is taken you’re not standing perfectly still. Nobody is going to say, “Oh! Look how perfectly straight that race bib is! How wonderful!” Right?

Anyway, no exploring for us. I finally got Hubby out in time to walk to the start. We were back a ways from the starting line and worked our way toward the front a bit. It was still a tight squeeze for a while trying to pass people when the race started. Then of course a ton of people passed me as well. It leveled off a bit by the time we hit the first mile. At the second mile I was passing some people. I saw Hubby about that time. I caught glimpses of him here there until the end. I almost caught to him toward the end. It’s funny how you noticed some people when you run.

I passed some people never to see them again. Then there were a few here and there that would pass me and then I would pass them. Back and forth we would go. I ran the whole race expect the two water stops and one hill. I got some water and walked just to drink and then started up again running. I also walked a bit after the second hill toward the end. I mean the first hill is pretty big, and it levels off for what seems like no time at all before you do another big hill around the corner. After I made it up the second hill, I ran the rest of the way to the end.

My chip time was 45:31. I don’t think that is my best time. I’m kinda of in the middle of my age group. I mean there was one hundred twelve women my age and I was fifty-eight. Hubby did it in 44:33.  Hubby said he wished it rained like last year. I didn’t want that! It dumped on us last year! He does better in the cooler races. The heat really seems to zap him. We got our root beer floats after cooling off in the shade. Even though it wasn’t raining we were soaked. It was so hot. We didn’t stay long.

Hubby and I came home and paid the babysitter. We got the kids ready for the yearly neighborhood Fourth of July parade after drying off a bit. They did really well this year. They rode their tricycles the whole mile and half to the pool for ice cream. I thought about getting them big kid bikes for their birthday, but they said they still like their trikes. Even after the parade I asked them if they wanted big kid bikes and the answer was that they still liked their trikes. Hubby thinks they are getting too big for them. We’ll probably get them bikes for Christmas or the next birthday.

The kids got ice cream, and Hubby and I had our second helping that day. They really wanted to go to the pool, but we had plans to meet friends at Oceans of Fun later. We went home and relaxed a bit because our friends’ little ones still take naps. I thought we should go ahead and get ready since our friends live closer to Oceans of Fun. That way we would get out there the same time. Hubby was wiped though. I almost thought we were not going, but then we finally left. Just as I suspected, our friends were out there before us.

My boy just got over getting splashed and getting his head wet. He has started to jump in the pool in our neighborhood even if it is with a pool noodle. He has had several swim lessons. I thought he would deal with Oceans of Fun better this year. Last year was terrible. He didn’t want to do anything but the baby slides then. It started to look like he wasn’t going to do anything this year as well. I found Hubby and Baby Girl and traded with him. Baby Girl and I went down Aruba Tuba twice. When we came back Little Man was having fun and doing stuff like going down little slides that he wouldn’t do with me. Thanks to Hubby what would have been a bad visit for me and Little Man turned into a great visit for all.

Our friends left to go eat pizza with their kids and we stayed to ride Fury of the Nile in Worlds of Fun. Baby Girl and I had to go back and change into our dry clothes even though you can get wet on Fury of the Nile. There was a sign that said no swimsuits in Worlds of Fun. The boys just needed shirts and they were fine with their swim trunks. Funny thing was that after all that Baby Girl and I got the wettest on the ride. Ugh!

Baby Girl and I dried off before we knew it because it was so hot. Hubby and Little Man changed clothes and we were off to the Royals Game. We were a little late and hungry. Hubby didn’t want to pay stadium prices for food so we stopped on the way and got something quick to eat. We got to the game already in progress. Little Man was so wiped. He acted like he really wanted to go to sleep. He did crawl in my lap at one point to snuggle and get a quick cat nap. I looked at Hubby and his eyes looked so tired. Baby Girl was in his lap snuggling but she was awake. I’m sure I looked wiped as well. I was yawning quite a bit. Little Man was awake for at least most of the firework show. Both kiddos were out cold on the ride home. I’ve gotta say, Mommy and Daddy were pretty tired too. What a day!



Where Is My After-show?

We had a rough weekend. It should have been a nice date night. My in-laws took the kids to their place to stay the night this time. We went to the Royals ball game with another couple, but Hubby and I got into it before we went. Hubby bounces back so quickly after someone offends him or at least that is the way he acts. I mean less than five minutes kind of bouncing. It takes me hours sometimes days especially if I’m really mad. I felt like I did a pretty good job of still having fun at the ball game this time.

We tried to get to bed as early as we could. The Royals won, but we left a little before the game was done. We kind of knew our team had this one. So that helped our bed time a bit, but we did not eat at the game. We had greasy food later. I was concerned for the race the next day.

Hubby and I got into again the next morning. I try to communicate as best as I can. You would think after almost ten years of marriage that we would know how to do things without offending each other so much.

We left at least fifteen minutes later than we intended. Hubby was a little worried about catching the shuttle to the start of the CCVI Trolley Run. It’s a one way race from the Waldo area to the Plaza. There was a huge line for the buses. Once we got parked in one of the garages we had a bit of a walk to find the end of the bus line. Even though the line was long, it moved fairly quick. We were on a bus in no time.

The lady at packet pick-up told Hubby there was no lady cut shirts this year.

We were still on the bus when the race was supposed to officially start. It was a lot warmer for this race than the last two weekends. It was still a little chilly and Hubby wasn’t a big fan of waiting around for the start. One of the other things we do not have in common is sense of time. For me all this tardiness made me stressed and nervous. Our pace group had not left yet when we walked up to the corral. A lady had a rope and looked like she wasn’t letting people through. We could have run with the other pace group, but I wanted to run with the 40 minute pace group. She let some other people under the rope. So we went as well. I think for Hubby all this was perfect timing to him. No stress for him, but super stressful for me.

Nothing to report that was out of the ordinary during the run. I passed the bacon stop and all the water stops. I just wanted to finish. That and I still had a lot of anger and energy to burn. You would think that would have given me a good time but I finished in 41:20. Hubby finished in 37:55.

The after party isn’t too bad. We skipped the pizza this year. We got chocolate milk, lemonade, water, a roll, and I think what was called power balls. The band was good. Hubby was kind of piddling around and I wondered why since we bought tickets for the Avengers: Infinity War movie a few days ago. We had tickets for the 11 AM show that day. By this time we were good with each other. I reminded him of the time and he admitted he thought we were watching the noon show.

We booked it home to shower and get ready for the movie. We probably could have gone straight from the run because it was closer, but we had some time. The movie was good, but man, that ending! I won’t spoil it, but I will say I needed like an after-show to process everything I just saw. You know like Talking Dead with Chris Hardwick that comes on to talk about The Walking Dead. Whew! It was rough.

After we left the show we met my in-laws to get the kids. They informed us that they rented Coco but they had not watched it yet. We saw it in the movie theater with the kids, but my in-laws had not seen it. We decided to all go back to their place to watch it. We had pizza for dinner with them and then headed home.

The day started rough but we ended on a good note. We had two tired kiddos when we got home. After we put the Littles to bed we actually watched Fear The Walking Dead and of course Talking Dead after it. There he was, Chris Hardwick. Thank goodness because Fear had a big loss as well. I’ve never had such a rough day of losing so many beloved fictional characters. I mean you know they are not real, but dang! You still get the feels.

Sidenote: I forgot that this wasn’t published and left it in my drafts. This was written before all the accusations about Chris Hardwick went public.


No Chiefs This Year

We are finally getting around to doing some much needed repairs around our house. My in-laws celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary and have a trip planned for about two weeks. So we looked long and hard at the Chiefs 5K.

We thought about getting my sister-in-law to babysit, but I believe she wasn’t available. We thought about a babysittter, but when we thought of all the money we need for our home repairs we decided to save the money. We also thought about the kids running it with us. I mean they can do a 5K now. There are usually quite a few kids at the race as well. Then when we looked at how much it was and decided if a babysitter was too expensive then registration for four was definitely too expensive. There was no discount for younger runners. So that is that.

We are passing this year. We might still do the Royals. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll post before and after of our repairs too. Who knows.


One Proud Daddy

When I did the Mother’s Day 5K I really wanted to do it with both my kids, but they said no boys were allowed unless they were in a stroller. I was worried that Little Man would feel left out. He kind of did. He asked if he could do a run with Daddy on Father’s Day. I had seen a run that was called The Father’s Day Run. The problem is that it was four miles. Then we discovered it was at a small airport with no shade. Four miles in June with no shade? No way!

The clock was ticking and Father’s Day was quickly approaching. Little Man didn’t want to run anything less than a 5K. He was excited about running with Daddy too. I thought I was in quite a pickle. Then I got an email from the Trail Nerds. I don’t get to run with them often, but I do get the emails. There was a Summer Intro 2.8-Mile Trail Run. It was a little less than a 5K and there was no medal. There was a cup and decal for signing up and it was cheaper than the Father’s Day race. It was also, well, on trails. Trails usually mean SHADE. So I asked them and Little Man wasn’t so keen on the fact it was only 2.8 miles! The little kid has never ran more than a mile and he was not real happy with a shorter distance?! I mean we’ve hiked over three miles in the past, but that was with snacks, rest, and distractions. He wanted to run a 5K or better.

We finally talked our little guy into it and I’m so happy we did. It wasn’t exclusive to just men (neither was the Father’s Day race). I was kind of jealous that I wasn’t running it as well. We got to Wyndotte Lake Park and there was a small group already there. We saw the finish line and packet pick-up. We parked and walked up to get our goodies. Hubby got a coffee mug and his race bib. Little Man got a tumbler and his race bib. They also got some Trail Nerd decals.

We had a little time and there was a small playground near the cars. We let the kids play a bit. I saw Leia. She is part of the Trail Nerd’s Mud Babe group. She is a really good runner. Her husband and little guy also had on a race bib. She is pregnant and was racing as well. So basically her whole family was racing that day. I chit chatted with her a bit and congratulated her in person. I wish I could run with the Mud Babes more. Mondays are kind of hard to get out and about at night.

I took pictures kind of like I did with Baby Girl. I was already so proud. After they took off I let Baby Girl play on a really old slide that was close to the start. When I say old, I mean this thing looked older than me! It was all metal. I mean I haven’t seen one of those in ages. She had fun and loved how fast she could go. It was in the shade so it wasn’t scalding hot like the ones I had been on as a kid.

Baby Girl played a bit more and then the first few finishers came into finish. Leia’s husband was second or third I believe. He then went back down the trail to probably help with their little guy. Baby Girl and I sat on the tailgate of our Outlander (OMG, I love the fact that it has a tailgate!). We were parked in just the right spot to see them run right past us to the finish. We clapped and cheered a few of the other runners as they finished. I heard cow bells and wished we had brought ours. Baby Girl said something about how she kind of wanted to run the race too. I started to get a little worried when we hit the hour mark. Then I saw them. I took video, I took pictures, and I whooped and hollered. We were all so proud.

Mile 90 Photography

We walked up to the finish to give some love to our guys. The first thing Little Man said to me was, “Mommy, can we go to the pool today?” Of course I said we could. They got a 5K decal and our little guy got a gift card to Run 816. It was just a really great feeling seeing them do this together. Hubby said our little one fell somewhere toward the beginning, but Hubby picked him up and they kept on running. Hubby thought Little Man might be upset, but when asked he said he was okay. We noticed he did have a little cut. Hubby said they ran the first mile and mostly walked the rest. He also said the little guy was a tiny bit competitive. They saw another father and son together and tried to stay ahead of them. They did for a good part of the race, but the other guys went ahead toward the end. Our fellows’ chipped finish time was 59:08.

The kids played a bit longer and then we headed home. Hubby had to go into work. I took the kids to the pool. Baby Girl asked Little Man if this race had to be just the boys next year or if it could be a family race. He said it could be a family race. Looks like we might be doing this one again next year.




I think I have mentioned that I am part of the Doctor Who Running Club. It is a virtual running club on Facebook. I joined a Doctor Who virtual running club years ago to get one of the firsts medals. We got it with no problem. Then I think some people left the page and turned it over to another lady. She ended up not honoring our purchases. I’m not sure what all happened to the money. There was a lot of speculation. All I know for certain is when I went to purchase another medal I never got it.

In steps the “regenerated” Doctor Who Running Club. Members were given a new legit place to enjoy their fandom. They started to not just run for medals, but also for charity. I already had the Charity Miles app on my phone to help Alzheimers after my Aunt Sue passed. So it didn’t take much to join this club. I ran the Adipose 5K a few months ago. I ran it because the medal was really cute and the charity was really good too. The charity was RODS, Racing for Orphans with Down Syndrome. There were a few other races since then. I can’t afford to run them all and the non- virtual races that we do as well.

Then came the Handles 5K. I wasn’t a super big fan of Handles. He was the head of the Cyberman that helped the Eleventh Doctor in his last few episodes. I wasn’t real big on the medal, but what caught me was the charity. It was e-NABLE. They use 3D printers to make prosthetics for children. I can’t even imagine how much a prosthetic limb costs much less how much you would spend to replace one for a growing child. These are all done for free!!! Amazing! I had to sign up for this race.

Well if you haven’t read any of my other posts I’ll tell you now I run a little over a 5K regularly twice a week and then a 10K on the weekend as my base running no matter what. So when I sign up for these, I don’t really set aside a certain day for it. They do that on the FB page, but it is almost always a day when I can’t run. I actually ran this one before the Mother’s Day 5K, but I was behind on so much that I forgot to post it. I signed up, ran, and got the medal sometime in March, I think. I should try to run the next one on the suggested day and take better pictures.

I read a story few days later about a girl here in Kansas City that got a prosthetic arm from Science City. The charity e-NABLE was involved. I love that story. We visit Science City quite a bit and I love that they were able to help.


One Proud Mother

So I scheduled two runs in one weekend. Hubby and I were set to do Running With The Cows Saturday and Baby Girl and I were set to do the Mother’s Day 5K Sunday. I decided to do two different posts to make it fair to any readers I may have and to the races.

Two packet pick-ups back to back was interesting. I wrote all about the other in my previous post. This one was after a trip to the library. The kids LOVE the library.

We went in to get our packet and I was very surprised. I’ve never seen a line so long for a packet pick-up. I mean Disney, Rock The Parkway, Garmin, Running With The Cows, none of them were like this. My kids were pretty good while we waited. Of course they made out big time after we got our race bibs and shirts. There were tiaras, sunglasses, suckers, etc.

The line for packet pick-up

We walked out and I looked at the shirts once we got in the car. Baby Girl’s shirt looked waaaay too big. Then I realized they gave her a ladies XS instead of a Youth S. I think the lady getting the shirts thought that the other lady that was writing the size on the bib put an X instead of a Y on in front of the S. I went back inside but I went straight to the lady handing out the goodies. I wasn’t going to stand in that line again. She was nice and exchanged it just fine. The new shirt looked much better.

Shirts and finishers charm

This was Friday afternoon. I’m going to skip to Saturday night since I already wrote about the other race. My in-laws did not need to stay for the Mother’s Day 5K. It was just going to be me and Baby Girl running. Hubby and Little Man would come to cheer us on later in the morning. I fed the kids and put them to bed while Hubby went out for our food that night. He went to three different places to get all kinds of goodies. I think that was another way for him to make up for the argument we had the night before and that morning when we did the Running With The Cows Half Marathon.

I told everybody that I would go whatever pace Baby Girl wanted to go since I had a good workout with my half marathon the day before our 5K. So I was mentally prepared to walk the whole thing if we needed.

Baby Girl was not hard to wake up at all. I think she was excited. We had our clothes already laid out. So we dressed and went downstairs for a quick breakfast. Neither on of us ate a whole lot. The race was close so we didn’t have to leave too terribly early. It was still pretty early for her.

We got there and I started taking pictures. I wanted to document her first race. We took some selfies and I took some pictures of the porta potties that were decorated. We saw the kids’ vacation Bible school teacher, but I forgot to get a picture. The kids’ Pre-K teacher said she would be there. Baby Girl really wanted to find her. We got lined up at the start and sure enough we saw her teacher. Baby Girl was so happy we found her teacher. We got a picture with her and chit chatted for a bit.

These were fun to see

Baby Girl, just like any little kid, was a little impatient before the start. Then when everybody else ran, she wanted to as well! I was a little shocked. She ended up running the whole first mile! She walk/ran the next half mile. We held hands almost the entire time. After the water stop, we walked the rest of it. She loved the signs and the people cheering us. I asked if she wanted to help with a race sometime. She said sure. So we will see.

I had to send this picture to the local Harry Potter Running Club FB page.

We were getting close to the finish and I was worried our boys would miss us because we were a little ahead of schedule. Then we saw them sitting on the curb. They waved at us. Baby Girl was beaming. She loved seeing her Daddy. What a difference this race was to the last one! We ran the last few feet. I gave her a big high-five at the end. I am so proud of her. We got our race charms and met up with our boys.

We got chocolate milk, bagels and cookies. We were in the balloon line for some time. They had three really nice guys making balloon figures. Baby Girl got a unicorn on a stick and Little Man got a paint gun. When we turned around most of the people were gone. Even though there were three guys making balloons, it still took a long time. The kids played in the family fun area for a bit after that. Baby Girl got a boo boo doing the limbo. It wasn’t her fault really. She was doing great. She just happened to trip over the big bag of bird seed they had holding down the plastic posts for the limbo. For some reason they had it sticking out under the limbo stick instead of outwards where nobody would be walking.

Little Man wants to do the Father’s Day run, but it is four miles and in the heat of Summer. I don’t think there is any shade where they will be running either. We are not sure about that one yet.

Baby Girl and I did the race in 51:02. I hope we do this one again. I loved doing it with my daughter! My heart just swelled. I wish my boy could run it too, but they prefer all girls in this race. This is one I’ll never forget.

Oh and I had another mutant joke on my Facebook page. See the weather this weekend was supposed to be slight chance of rain on Saturday and definite rain on Sunday. When I last made a joke about mutant powers and the weather with my friends, Nora responded it was her. She has an awesome sense of humor. So when I asked for help with the weather again, she said she would see what she could do. Another friend of mine was shocked to find chicken paws in a store. She took a picture and made a funny post about it. She didn’t buy it, but thought it was funny. She joked around that I should buy them and make a magic weather controlling potion. So when the weather turned out a little rainy to keep us cool for the half marathon and nice and sunny for Baby Girl’s race, I had to joke around about Nora being a mutant. I mean I didn’t have time to make that magic chicken paw potion so it had to be her, right?