–So, if you saw my Facebook or Twitter posts earlier, you’ll remember that I decided (perhaps foolishly) to participate in something called National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo for short. For the month of November, bloggers from around the country (possibly world, idk) have committed to post on their personal blogs every day. EVERY SINGLE DAY. And I, for some inane reason, threw my hat in the ring. So, you’ll be hearing a lot from me lately. I can’t promise they’ll all be gems, but I will try to at least make you smile out of half your mouth, or make your eyes water, even if no tears actually fall.
–One thing you’ll be hearing a lot about, since I’ll be blogging EVERY SINGLE DAY of the month of November? The fact that I have lost my mind. To whit: for some reason I still haven’t quite figured out, I have *tentatively* decided that I would like to run a half marathon. Not a full marathon, I’m not fucking suicidal you guys. But I want to run SOMETHING. Which is odd to me, because for as long as I can remember, I hate to run. HATE. TO. RUN. I find it incredibly annoying and pointless. So it makes total sense that I now have this rather strong urge to start doing it. *sigh* So, on Monday, I will start this training program I found online, in the hopes that I will be able to whip my own ass into shape. The half marathon I have my eye on isn’t for a year, but I’m hoping to do a few 5k’s until then, for practice. And, since I will be posting EVERY SINGLE DAY for the next month, you all will have a front row seat for all the expletives and obscenities I’m sure to shout at myself for ever in a million years thinking this would be a good idea. Enjoy!
(Just real quick though: once I start something, I have a weird compulsive need to 1. finish, and 2. be good at it, so I won’t quit. But there will be curse words, oh yes, there will be curse words).
–In Dylan news, when we were trick or treating with my sister and her kids on Halloween, my nieces (twins, 6, precocious as fuck) kept asking me when Dylan would say their names. See, they adore me, I am their favorite person, so they adore Dylan since I begat (Bible word FTW!) her. And their names, uttered by the perfect, sweet little lips of their favorite little person, well, that would be aces. So, as they’re asking me, Dylan points as Natalya (Nana) and says, “Nana”. Just like that. And then did it over and over. Nana was so excited, I could probably get her to agree to babysit my children until she’s 30. I told Jovie (Jojo), not wanting her to feel left out, that I would work with D everyday to get her to say her name too. Towards the end of the night, I’m walking with my nephew Elias (10, sooooooo suave), telling him that his name is too hard, he’ll have to settle for something easier like “Him” for a few years, when Dylan says, out of nowhere, “Jojo”. Both girls run over, she points to Nana and says her name, then points to Jojo and says hers. Now, keep in mind, most adults have a difficult time telling them apart (including Tom), yet Dylan could not only tell them apart, but could put the correct name to the girl. We’re looking into colleges as we speak.
Ok, that is all. Meet me here, tomorrow, same time, same place. I’ll come up with something to write before then, I’m sure. If I don’t, you’ll be seeing a lot of pictures of the kid. Which you would probably rather see anyway.
