why would you walk when you can run

So as I was saying the last time.. uh time is like gold now. The only other valued commodity in our house may be sleep. But in these thoughts sleep and time ho hand in hand. Lately I have been trying to get out in the mornings and go for runs before I go to work. Flaca has been generous about letting me get out there and I have found a great ten mile loop that I can knock out in about one and a half hour. But I have snuck in an extra mile and now I love my eleven mile loop. Which means soon I'm gonna get greedy and see if I can find a twelve mile loop that I can get in under two hours. If I can pull that off a half marathon before work could be on my plate. Which is awesome in theory BUtt in all practicality it is a totally selfish move because that is two hours in the morning that I am out there while Flaca is at home with Minnie Pearl. So by the time I get home I shower eat and hit tge road to go to work. The easy answer is don't run for so long but this is the perfect weather for it. Also when I'm running this often I am less stressed and just feel overall better. Lately I have been running my fastest ever even with my old man knees creaking and cracking all over the place. Minnie Pearl will be nine weeks old tomorrow. See is the most amazing person in the world. I want to be a better person for her. Well her and Flaca. Gotta get to the bus route ziggy is there for the fifth time this year. If you end up on my route telling everyone you know me will not help you out. It just gives the other bus drivers something to make fun of both of us about. Go find some tricks to show your treats to. Be ghoulish out there kids

its not funny like on tv and its not smart like it is in books

Minnie Pearl amazes me on a regular basis. She has not been sleeping through the night and only seems to truly sleep when Flaca or I am holding her. Turn good thing about working the shift I do is I am ready to be awake for many hours and walk our long hallway waiting for Minnie to fall asleep. As soon as I think she is asleep I. Put her in her crib and sneak across the creaky floor to our room. As soon as I put my head. Diem on the pillow she starts crying and I'm running to pick her up and start all over again. At this point in the eight week long game I feel like I am being held hostage and being tortured by a little ten pound terrorist with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I may be sleep deprived but she pays me with these amazing smiles that makes tthis madness seem worth it. I feel bad for always thinking parents were full of crap about the inability to watch a rented movie or Tv show. I have tried to watch some of my stories but it is hard to follow when a little person goes from cooing and being happy to screaming their heads off. I have also learned that there is no such thing as a quick trip to the anywheres. It is also hard to hold a conversation that doesn't include talking about being a new parent and not telling everyone how scared shitlrss I am. I'm trying to figure this out. Some people have told me these are the easy days. I hope I'm man enough to handle the harder challenges. Oh I have also figured out that time is like gold. If I can steal time away in the near future ill try to ramble on about it if i can remember to be goo out there kids.