Thirty Four

Thank goodness I am a triathlete. Age is looked at with respect, and there is always a new place to go. New age groups, new opportunity. Every few years you get to the the youngest.

Yes it it true, today I am thirty four years old. My age doesn't freak me out, the fact that I have a seven year old child freaks me out! My sister called my mother last year crying that she turned 30. I called my Mom gloating that I am the elder in the age group and next year I get to be the baby!

So what shall I do on this glorious day of mine? Well wouldn't you know, it is "Grading Day" in the Rush-Henrietta School District. But I understand. They have to call it grading day. How would it look if they declared today a district holiday (which it is!).

So what does the big day involve? A trip to the spa? No. A Movie? No.

We start off with masters swimming where my intestines will be yanked through my ears for 90 minutes. Continuing on with a short easy run, then Luc is taking me out to breakfast. (funny.... when a seven year old takes you out to breakfast their ATM is your wallet.... B.O.M. .... Bank of Mom).

And then..... hold your pants on..... this is where it gets exciting. We are headed to the Strong National Museum of Play. You see they have a new exhibit. It's called Grossology? What's that? You'll be glad you asked.

Grossology is the study of boldly functions. Burping, farting, how those are formed.... you get to smell them, climb a wall of skin and feel the hair brush against you. You can stand under a nose and get blown on.

Now that.... it puts the F ... back in the word FUN.

I will be sure to bring along my barf bag.... the kind that breaks open like on my flight home from Germany this year. Yes, that'll do.

So thirty four, here we come. We have great things to accomplish this year. And first we will start it off in the grossest of ways!

And don't worry.... I will let you know how it goes!

:-) Mary