• Another 100 Days of Good Karma: Day 232 (A Day Spent with Family)


    Saturday, February 28, 2015

    Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today:  0.00 miles;  Running Total: 188.73 miles)

    Day 232 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.

    Justin had to work so the kids and I ditched him for a skating rink birthday party for my niece.

    I’m pretty brave, but I discovered that there’s an age limit to having four wheels strapped to each foot. And that age is 35.

    I shuffled along looking at my feet and trying not to fall on my face until my brother-in-law shouted “Get it, Meghan!”  The sound of my name startled me out of my concentration. I threw my arms out and hugged the wall like a cat flung into a bathtub.

    I finally took the skates off because a fall seemed imminent. I’m still not supposed to put more than ten pounds of weight on my right arm. Falling with my entire body weight on a mending wing would definitely exceed that ten pound limit and I really didn’t want to explain what I’d done to my doctors.

    After the skating party the kids and I went to a school fundraiser festival for my nephew’s school. It was the coolest school carnival I’ve ever been to. They had bowling, three bouncy houses, and a cake walk where we won two batches of homemade cupcakes. I even climbed into a giant hamster ball and rolled around for a few minutes.

    There was one rough moment where a young boy standing behind me tried to squeeze past into a classroom.

    I heard “Excuse me, sir.” When I realized he was talking to me it felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Never mind that I was wearing sparkly jeans and makeup. This was a kid growing up in Texas, land of big hair. He’s probably never seen a woman with hair as short as mine.

    All he could see was the back of my head and based on his experience, hair the length of mine warranted a ‘sir’.

    He wasn’t trying to be ugly. He was actually very polite about trying to get past me. I love how kids are raised to say “sir” and “ma’am” in Texas.

    Still, it’s humiliating to be called ‘sir’ when I am anything but.


    I look forward to my hair growing out.

    We finished up the evening at my brother-in-law’s house to eat barbecue and visit.

    I fully intended to go home but the night grew later and darker and I heard sirens. I didn’t want to participate in whatever drunk convention was happening on the roads so I ended up staying the night.

    The kids didn’t mind.

    Hannah found girls willing to paint nails and play with Barbies. Connor found boys to have fart conversations with. As in, who farted in the middle of the night, who woke up with the loudest fart, which farts could still be smelled (boys make no sense to me).

    Today’s silver lining:  A good day spent with family.

    What’s your silver lining today?  I love comments!

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