unbrave new world for me

While I was running kids to and from soccer/swimming; hitting the hardware store for plumbers putty (no kidding) and shopping...Melissa and Reagan were out shopping.

Not just any shopping. Shopping for undergarments. This sparked this comment from Reagan to me yesterday, "Dad, this bra is really comfortable."

No. Nope. No-way, nuh-uh. My little girl? Where have you gone.

Mel cites all these facts while I cover my ears and chant "la-la-la-la". Her friends are getting them, heck one friend is already shopping in the feminine hygiene aisle.

Science has really let me down. I figured I'd have a time machine by now and would be able to keep reliving Reagan's years 3-8 by now.

I got to see one of these garments up close in the laundry and must say I was take aback by the lace trimming. I mean why does my little girl need some lace??? Mel, you've got some splaining to do...

Where are the breaks on this ride??? Am I really this neurotic? I am not sure there are answers to any of these questions...

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todays survey

Since you all have done so well with the past two surveys I've taken ( another shirt slogan for Dad and do you get full eating salad or just bored ), here is another: If you eat, say, a bag full of fortune cookies - and I am not saying I have - do they all come true or just a first/last rule? Do they all negate if you eat more than one? Anyone? Bueller?

And now we are One!!!!

Who would have thought: you would keep reading after day 3? I would keep writing after day 2? (see http://robertwmason.blogspot.com/ for reference) that you would get anything out of this? that I would get anything out of this? that I would make 250 posts into this thing..? And "get" I did. Last month, I signed my first contract for a writing position (in my free time) with a Rhode Island magazine. I used many excerpts from my blog as samples and they dug it, enough to want to pay me. I am very excited about that. A big thank you to all of you that keep reading that misadventures of my family, friends and I. The journey thus far has been fun and giving you a bird-eye view into our lives is weirdly fun. At first it was like walking around naked, now I am a full fledged nudist; so to speak. In looking back over the first year, I live like a king. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of reflection to see how good you've got it. Usually this hits me on business trips and ...

How I'll probably die

My new thing has gotten me running, yes running, the past week without complaint and without watching the clock. Unfortunately, the high-risk fringe sport will probably have Ian find me at the end of the treadmill runway, twisted, with a guitar slung from my neck. What is it you ask? Some kind of Mariachi Marathon? Close. Running while playing Guitar Hero is the greatest thing since running with my buddy Jeff. Come to think of it, that really was just running with someone calling you, "fatty" the whole time, but I digress. Running while jamming on guitar trying desperately to keep up with great hits like "American Women" and the surprisingly fitting, "Band on the run". See what I did there? Anyhow, it is freaking amazing. No longer are my eyes glued to the maddening clock. No longer am looking at data (which I seem to hate when it is counting my exercise), I am playing a game. I am a Rock God when I run. Now, I know what you are thinking. Being a...

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