I'm sure there was a more flatting [Flattering? Flattening?] pic of you a few pages back.
The next generation is exactly what we make them and with pride I've watched my middle son take on a family of 3 boys and then produce a step sister for them.(pic a few posts back) How that lad has influenced those kids is amazing given he's just turned 30. He's a country boy like you mnementh but living in suburbia and drags the whole family bush whenever he can to show them the 'other side'. Sadly he resides with them all in WA now but has learnt about the things that bite and sting over there.
Not likely... I'm as overweight as I've ever been, and every birthday makes the battle harder and harder; the pic of me in my HP blue is almost 20 years old. I have nobody to blame but myself; cycles of back injury and depression that followed my mother's passing from cancer are the crutch I cling to for the sake of my own ego. But every time I fall off the diet, I climb back on. Eventually I'll make it the lifestyle change it needs to be.The one thing I feel I've done right with my kids is to raise them without broadcast TV or radio; we still have TV and music, but via streaming and iPod WITHOUT the constant barrage of commercials. I want them to grow up with some common sense about them; I want them to consider it to be abnormal to be constantly bludgeoned with advertising from every quadrant, because it IS abnormal, and it is unhealthy. In our family, TV watching and internet are an adult supervised activity, and we have "Nothing with a screen time" all afternoon until dinnertime, every day. The kids have to read, play with actual toys or, horror of horrors, play with EACH OTHER for a few hours every day.
I'm not physically fit enough for the whole outdoors thing anymore... especially not here in Texas where I can't even breathe 9 months out of the year. But I AM working on it.
The hard part is my daughter; she is high-functioning autistic/GDD. She requires so much extra attention to keep safe and healthy from day to day that the poor boy is just frustrated as hell on a fundamental level. Bless his heart; he's just like me. No seriously; it's like they went back in time and cloned me when I was 8. A carbon copy as far as looks, and every bit as much the wiseass I was at his age. And also running on 110% ego, just like me.
And a kind, compassionate and passionate soul, just like me. But oh, the DRAMA.
mnem
One day at a time. 28 hours a day.