I face a test every morning.
It involves a finger prick and a reading. How’d I do with that late-night snack? My glucose monitor doesn’t lie. I know what to expect mornings after three bowls of Frosted Flakes the night before. I know what to expect when it’s been an English muffin and sun butter.
I try to start my mornings with a tall glass of water and stretching.
They replace a swig of Coke Zero and bleary-eyed checks of the mobile phone and blog comments. I crack eggs to eat over medium with a warm tortilla, or scrambled, wrapped in tortillas or mixed in with strips of corn tortilla, fried in olive oil.
Sometimes I’ll have a post-breakfast, pre-lunch, 9 a.m. snack at work. Don’t judge.
One morning, the non-stick frying pan and sprays of extra-virgin olive oil conspired to send me the message you see above. I showed it to Grace. I reminded her of the post she’s compiling of faces she finds in places often only kids can see them.
And I reminded us both there’s plenty of kid in dad still, too.
[Check out the photo challenge we’re taking, here.]
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We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we top playing. You, my friend, are not old yet. No faces in your tortilla yet?
Wise words, Eric. Once I get up in the morning, I don’t always feel old. As for tortillas – I swear I saw a depiction of Sarah Smith winking at me.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1222371/?ref_=rvi_nm
I can certainly think of worse images to see in a Tortilla. A Nova Scotian to boot! I usually don’t feel old until bedtime.
I don’t care what religion she is, Sparky – she’s dreamy.
The Ward quote is one of my favorites.
Attitude is everything!
Even when your breakfast pan doesn’t smile up at you, Mo.
I love to see the hints of your playful side come through and I love that quote too. Happy Sunday from Nebraska Eli.
Sometimes it feels like I should tone it down a little … I’m not a kid anymore. I’m glad sometimes I don’t have that kind of control.