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So, the other day Kristin and I were somewhere that I should have been paying attention, and all of my focus was being directed to my cross-gender hands.  Here’s the problem.  It’s not like I have small hands in a cool musician superhero type of way.  I just have completely disproportionate hands.  Like part man hand, part woman hand.  All creepy weird hand.  

It was bugging me the whole night and later that evening Kristin and I were talking about it.  I needed to get to the bottom of why my hands were so weird.  Here’s what we came up with.  My palms are the exact same size as my fingers.  Here’s the problem with that.  My fingers are the same size as Kristin’s!  My five-foot three - hundred and ten pound - tiny person wife!  Yeah, my fingers are the same size.  But here’s the kicker.  My palms?  They are twice the size of hers.  It doesn’t make any sense to me.  I do not have the hands of a twenty nine year old man.  An eleven year old?  Maybe that’s more like it.

Now there are plenty of things that I would change about my appearance if I have the ability, but my cross-gender hands would be near the top of that list.  What’s on your list?

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What city are you in and how much are you paying?  

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Your top five movies of all time.  Ready? Go.

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Kristin and I, for whatever reason, like to compare our kids to animals.  We have ever since Blue was born.  Originally we though of him as a snail.  You know the personality of a snail.  Just kind of sitting there.  Then we realized that all babies do that.  They just sit there for a while.  Then he became mobile and hyper and all that so we decided that he was more like a rabbit.  He prefers something cooler like a cheetah but it’s our game so he has to be a rabbit to us.  

Aiden is more like a turtle or something like that.  Slow and steady. He will do the same thing for hours and never seem to get bored. Now, as he gets older we are thinking of him more like a cat. A cat that lays in the sun all day, and isn’t really interested in what you have to say unless it’s directly affecting him. He’s not interested in all that much affection unless he wants it and when he does he’s constantly rubbing against you. For years we have described Aiden as “calm like a bomb”. He’s mellow until something happens that he really doesn’t like and then the claws are out.

Cooper is a rhino.  He’s the baby that figures out how to break everything.  If he cant get something to work he will smash it as much as possible to get it to work.  He’s the “head down, full force” runner and, even as young as he is, likes to pick on cats.  Especially ones named Aiden.

I think Kristin is a little like a bird.  Focussed but distracted.  She knows how to make nests and junk like that, but if she wanted to she could fly into the wilderness and come back whenever she decided.  She wouldn’t be a nasty pigeon or anything like that.  She’d be something cool looking and clean.  Not one of those dirty birds that lives under a bridge and attacks you for climbing into their nasty home.  She’d land on your shoulder and tell you some cool bird stuff and then fly away to tell someone else cool bird stuff.  I would like that kind of bird.

I think I am a little like a frog.  I don’t know why.  I like frogs.  I like how they are hard to see at night unless you almost step on them.  I like how they can climb on stuff.  I like how they are kind of gross, but not as gross as snakes, but still interesting to look at.  They look like you would want to hang out with them, but still gooey and slimy enough that demands personal space.  And there’s always that possibility they might pee on you.  I like that.  I think I’m a frog.

So what kind of animal are you?  Come on, don’t be shy.

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What foreign language did you take? I took Spanish. Y Tu?

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I don’t remember all the things I wanted to be when I grew up. I’m sure at one point it was a professional baseball player, then a WWF Wrestler, then a fireman and some sort of musician. I do know that it changed frequently, and I still haven’t figured it out, though it seems to be moving somewhere in the music industry. And I’m pretty sure the wrestler thing is out.

Kristin and I talk to our boys about every once in a while about what they want to be when they get bigger.  Blue started out saying that he wanted to stay home and wear jammies all day long.  That progressed to being an astronaut, then a scientist.  Now I’m not sure where he is at in his profession choosing state.  Aiden usually says “nothing” when we ask him what he wants to be.  He’s our “emo” kid.  Though one night late, him and I were watching some late night show and Matchbox Twenty was the musical guest.  Aiden watched intently and toward the end of the song he whispered, “I want to do that.”  I asked him what it was exactly that he wanted to do, and without hesitation he said, “I want to buy lights and be in them.”  I asked again if that meant that he wanted to sing and he agreed.  I think kid dreams are awesome.

My question today is what did you want to be when you grew up? We all have thought about it. How many have done it? So there it is. What did you want to be when you became an adult? Did it happen?

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Yesterday a group of us were talking about that game “Would You Rather”, and I started thinking about blogging it. I started thinking about the different questions that I could come up with and then I realized that I wasn’t clever enough to come up with one question to have us all answer. So I thought I would see what we could come up with as a group.

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Kristin sent me this a few minutes ago. It’s a picture from our front porch. I am not there, but I know the boys are getting dressed up in every piece of clothing they have, getting ready to head outside to throw snow at each other.

It’s snowing here in “Atlanta” a little but not really sticking to the ground. Which is a good thing simply because we have to drive back home this evening, and I don’t really want to get stuck or crash or die. You know… stuff like that.

Not much else to report this morning. Not much else has happened from midnight to now. Nothing except a little sleep, and a loud annoying alarm clock, and some hot Starbucks.

Speaking of Starbucks, I am always trying to get something different every time I go in there, but I always end up with the same thing. What’s your drink? I need to find something else I like.

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