My random thoughts...brought to you once a week.
- I'm a high school teacher for those of you who don't know. Yesterday was our senior field trip. It was outdoors, warm, and very limited in the beverage selection...that means nothing diet. I hadn't had a regular soda in a few years. Sucked down three of them in a course of five hours. Sometime around 6 p.m. my body began shutting down. Felt like I just received an esophagus transplant and my body was rejecting it. Dazed, lethargic and nauseous...I decided to call it a night at 8:30. Getting old(er).
- My sports thoughts of the week: Love Dallas Braden sticking it to that pansy A-Rod by throwing a perfect game. Karma's a b*tch. Also, I am tired of listening to sports talk radio and having to hear about Brian Cushing's shrinking sac (probably need to be from Houston to get this one).
- I was holding Syd (my 11-month-old) the other day. She gave me a smile...opened her mouth...and went in to give what I perceived to be a loving kiss. Instead she sneezed right in my face. Begs the question...at what age does cute become disgusting?
- Speaking of Syd...she turns one later this month. Ever been to a one-year-old's birthday party? It's usually held in a little place I like to call Hell. Everyone is in pain, not the least of which is the honoree. The kid sits there in horror, staring at his "personal cake" (also known as a cupcake), while others are laughing and pointing. After about ten minutes...little Timmy decides to take the cake and smash it into his face. Everyone thinks it's the cutest thing...little Timmy gets pissed because the party is in the middle of nap time...and five minutes later one parent decides to "get going". Within moments, the house is cleared out. Needless to say, in the Shalin household, parties start at 2-years-old.