dad brag

Remember when we were little kids and we would dad-brag?

My daddy is the strongest man in the world.

Yeah? Well my dad is stronger than your daddy.

Whatever! My dad can beat up both of your dads.

So, my dad is the smartest.

…and on and on.

True or not, when you are 4 feet tall, all this and more seems absolutely possible…no…true. All of it is absolutely true when you are a kid.

And then you grow up.

But I am pretty certain that few people I know personally can brag that my dad, who is 23 years older than me according to my birth certificate (you do the math), just rode his bicycle across the state of Iowa for the 15th time just because he can and he’s kind of hard core and perhaps a little bit bad ass and likely a bit crazy. It’s RAGBRAI!

I can’t possibly get all my crazy just from one side of my family! I mean, Dad did remind me yesterday about that one time I rode with him on the Tour de Lacs,, a bike ride from Spokane, Washington to C’oeur d’Alene, Idaho and back again with a broken wrist in a cast. Bad ass, maybe. Crazy, oh yes. Still a good ride.

But right now we’re going to celebrate and dad-brag this while Dad is currently kicking back and enjoying (in his words) some low culture. That’s TV to most of us.

As long as he is not Keeping Up With The Kardashians!

sharing, in moderation

If there is one thing that I enjoy while taking a break is a coke, actually a Coke Zero.

Can you blame me especially when my darling husband adds this bottle to my lunch for work? I’d gladly share but my man has never been known to drink a coke. It’s okay. Still, I would gladly share with anyone:

With Lakisha,

Graciela…

Sue…

Cecilia…

Jessica…

or Isaac…

perhaps even Brittany and Matthew…

then again, maybe not because I would much rather share a coke with Daniel!

Sure it’s not the best thing for me. The two people wearing ER scrubs in line behind me at the hospital cafeteria made it clear just how bad that soda was for me as they loudly passively aggressively congratulated themselves for giving up the evil that is soda while completely ignoring their plates with giant mounds of greasy fries and onion rings. Yes indeed, the soda is a bad, bad thing. The artificial sweetener might give me cancer…if I consume as proportionately as much as a lab rat does. Oh, and the caffeine too although I make no apologies for one Coke Zero during a 12 hour night shift because I do need the caffeine to get through the busy night. One could go on, and perhaps be as colorful as Greg Glassman was recently. Even Daniel understands this as he reads the nutrition label out loud to me.  But he also understands moderation when it comes to diet and sharing mom’s Coke Zero with his name on it is really okay…as long as it is not a daily kind of thing.

Come on, it’s fun…especially when you get to share.

Most certainly when you get to share one with someone who isn’t expecting to ever find their name on a bottle of Coke. Hurray and thank you for my coke connections!

Sharing is caring, y’all…in moderation, but of course!

too tall and other squad adventures

The perfect time to get away from the dusty triple digit temps that is the Central Valley is right now.

And in Santa Clara at California’s Great America, today was practically sweater weather. Kidding. But it was literally 20 degrees cooler than Manteca. So sorry work for not taking that call to come in and work extra.

This guy was literally counting down the days until we could play at California’s Great America.

So was Abby

And Abby’s BFF, Maci.

It was a great day enjoying all the food, all the drinks and all the rides in the park, courtesy of Bill’s company. Bonus, Daniel was more than tall enough to ride any ride of his choosing.

Well, almost any ride of his choosing.

One disappointment in a day filled with adventure for this squad?

We’ll take it!

and this too

And this too I’m going to leave here.

history can’t be a sword to justify injustice or a shield against progress. It must be a manual for how to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, how to break the cycle, a roadway toward a better world. He knew that the path of grace involves an open mind. But more importantly, an open heart. ~ President Barack Obama eulogizing the Reverend Clementa Pinckney

meeting, living, enjoying

Saw this on my social media feed late last night and, well, I’m going to leave it here.

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise.Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in the poorhouse. ~ Thoreau

At the end of the day, I am just going to enjoy the pleasant, the thrilling, the glorious and, especially today all the rainbows.