Dawn Is Me

Overheard conversational snippet:

Kimmie: Look at this! This is a medium! A medium!

[mumble]

Kimmie: See? I’m fat!

Gina: You have a bubble butt!

Kimmie: You’re a douche. I’m gonna go kill myself now.

I never seem to be able to really capture the conversations between my daughters and that’s really too bad. Listening to Gina and Kimmie talk to each other is an experience all by itself.

We won’t get a chance to be entertained like this for awhile. Gina went back to school yesterday. We left early, shortly after Mother Nature was kind enough to dump about five inches of snow on us.

I find the world is as full of idiots with SUVs and 4-wheel drive, who think those automotive weapons turn them into SuperDriver. We entertained ourselves with speculation on how many miles each of the idiots who passed us doing 80 on slippery slush would travel before ending in a ditch (or worse).

Gina, bless her heart, is an excellent driver in sucky weather. She is confident but not cocky and has a very good head on her shoulders. All in spite of the fact that, for most of the trip, she was fretting about being late.

As matters evolved, she didn’t really have to worry about that.

That did not make her happy.

As for me, after yesterday’s adventure on the roads of upstate NY, I have retreated into my usual ‘I don’t want to get behind the wheel of a car until May’ mode.

Not gonna happen, of course. But that never stops me from wishing.

Spouse and I spent most of the day in Ithaca, NY, where the Ithaca Bombers Men’s and Women’s Track Team won the 2008 Empire 8 championship meet.

Gina is happy.

I have my work cut out for me because I’m going to be helping her train over the summer, after she gets done with her summer courses. And, I realize, this presents a very good opportunity for me.

You know, when I first started exercising, I didn’t do it to lose weight. I didn’t even do it to tone the bod. I first started working out because I’d slipped a disc carrying baby David around and the chiropractor gave me some good advice about posture and proper support for the lower back through reasonably tight abdominal muscles and a bunch of stuff like that.

The advice appealed to me a lot more than an orthopedic surgeon telling me not to move for the next six months.

When I started working out, I discovered a lot of things about it that I liked. One of them was the fact that the exercise made it easier for me to keep up with my babies. All those times that I had to sprint across the quad at Brooklyn College, chasing baby Gina and hauling her back before baby David got a chance to make a break for freedom wouldn’t have been possible without those workouts.

So now, I find, I need to step up the pace of my workouts. This summer, I’m going to have to keep up with no-longer-baby Gina. She’s a lot faster now, so I’m going to have to train a lot harder.

It’ll be good for me.

(Just call me Haruna … )

Aaron says that Gina’s boob is not comfortable. He has a reputation as the “Boob Comfort Meter” — I find myself wondering how he ended up with that reputation — so his word counts for something.

Clearly, I fail as a parent. My daughter has uncomfortable boobs.

Although, Gina says that her research into the subject shows that her boobs are quite comfortable, thank you very much. One wonders about the methodology of her research. I wonder what her father’s theory of that would be?

Maybe I’ll go ask him. ::evil grin::

Hey, I just live here.