jenna turning ten and sleepover night

Tomorrow our little girl leaves double digits forever. Amazing to think -- one decade. one down, one to go. What is happening? I can barely fathom the speed of time. Blurrr indeed.

If I hadn't signed up to have a six-girl sleepover party tonight, I might have time to cry, like I usually do, at my baby's growing, constantly growing. A blogger once wrote that parenting is the only job where doing it right means you get left.

I've never done a six-kid sleepover before. I didn't realize that it starts at 6 a.m. even if no one's coming until 3:00 p.m. because the resident sleeper is so excited she wakes the whole house. RSVP that.

You'll be happy to learn that Jenna has finally received a pinata on her birthday. Shaped like a cake. Exact replica included in this post. We came across it three months ago in a clearance bin at Food Depot and grabbed it for $3. It's one of those purchases you pat yourself on the back for because you actually thought ahead. Speaking for myself that is.

Well, party time is approaching. For some reason I made this a 24-hour event. 3-3. That will teach me to use the phone when I'm manic.

Wish me luck. I'll report periodically if I can.

I'm going in.

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for what it's worth...

...at the Y tonite i walked a mile, bicycled another half mile and lifted a bunch of weights.

and i'm going back in the morning.

in fact this is my third week of being totally serious about getting healthier, after my third month of being fairly serious about getting healthier, after a year of really thinking seriously about my health, after a decade of wondering how I got so unhealthy, after two decades of not playing football, spud, kick-the-can and riding my horse every waking moment.

life happens.

Just so that you, my dear readers, are fully informed, if this hard work doesn't make a difference, I'm going to buy a large and comfortable couch, glue my broad ass to it, bring with me 17 cartons of American Spirit cigarettes and a cordless phone to order out for food, and proceed to smoke WHILE eating new york style pizza, garlic pasta, and reeses pieces every day, all day, until i die.

so, you know, if you wanna toss a couple prayers my way, it couldn't hurt.