Remedial Running, What’s That?

So here I was, my first hour at boot camp, scared to death, and trying to follow instructions. The first thing we were taught was the acronym N.A.V.Y. (never again volunteer yourself). The next thing was distribution and assembly of dog tags. I was so scared that my hands were shaking and I actually had…

So are you an athlete or NOT?

Picture this, a four year old with glasses. Now I know, all sorts of things come to mind with this image. Now add a bit of a lazy right eye. Got that image? Go ahead and add my overbite that arrived somewhere along the way. What you have is a four year old who is…

What else?

Of course I was not at Grandma’s house all of the time. At home, there were different food rules.  For instance, we did not have sugar coated cereal in the house. I recall wanting Honeycomb cereal so badly because it had Winnie the Pooh character pencil toppers in each box. I begged and pleaded and…