Team Work Pays Off for the Boys

Boys: Big pumpkins.

Grandpa: No..small pumpkins.

Boys: We need BIG pumpkins.

Me: No. Only small pumpkins.

Boys run around the whole pumpkin patch. Then, they run back to Grandpa and me.

Boys: Amma. Please, please, please BIG pumpkins.

Me: Ok. (with a smirk) Here is the deal. I have a coupon. It says buy 1 pumpkin and get another pumpkin of same or lesser size FREE. Why don’t you guys work together? Pick as large a pumpkin as you can. Pick it up together. Carry it together. Put it on the check out stand together. Then, do the same with the second (FREE) pumpkin. No fighting. Everything together. Then, I’ll consider paying.

As I say this, I wink at Grandpa and give him a look that says NO WAY. Grandpa winks back with a look that says NO WAY.

Boys: OK….that is a deal.

For several minutes, the boys run around the whole pumpkin patch to pick the biggest pumpkin that they can carry together. Then, they realize that they can’t carry the REALLY big ones. Finally, they settle on a big pumpkin and strategize on how to carry it together. They carry it all the way to the check out stand.. victoriously and cheering each other on.

At this point, as you probably have guessed already, they have quite a “cheering” audience at the pumpkin patch.

Grandpa and me watch in total awe as they run back to get the second pumpkin.

I (rather sheepishly) pull out 10 bucks from my purse and Grandpa (brimming) pulls out 5 bucks from his purse.

We underestimated the boys.

What can I say? To the victor go the spoils.

I am confident that Grandpa is the proudest granddad that ever walked a pumpkin patch.

Chasing Marathoner Kumar – Primos Run in San Ramon

They say running a marathon is an experience that’s difficult to put into words.
I wouldn’t know about that. Because, I have never run.

However, I know how it feels to chase a marathoner.
I know how to meet him every few miles.
I know how much of navigating around roadblocks is required.
I know how it feels to hear thumping feet.
I know how it feels to cheer for strangers.
I know how my spirit soars as I watch the power of the human spirit from the sidelines.

I know how my heart skips a beat when I see him.
I know how tired he must be.
I know how he will always start sprinting when he sees me.
I know he will raise his hand to hi-fi my outreached hand.
I know he will be more proud of me (than I am of him) because I got there to cheer for him at almost every mile.

It is quite a experience. Chasing a marathoner is an experience that’s difficult to put into words.

The boys and I have been chasing runners at Primos Run since 7am today.

If an Asteroid ever does hit our Earth, I’ll Survive

If an asteroid ever does hit our earth, I’ll survive.

In the last decade, I have been in the “DUCK MOM, it is coming right at you!!” boot camp (with both indoor and outdoor training) held by 2 stalwarts.

I have ducked every damn thing possible – baseball bats, cricket bats, basket balls, soccer balls, books, pillows…even shoes.

What is that asteroid going to do to me?

Nero Fiddling – Hero Reading

Do you have school aged kids?

Do you know how all hell breaks loss every morning?

Today morning, when everyone at home was getting ready in a hurry, here is my Nero (oops, meant hero) fiddling (oops, meant reading).

I now understand what my mom meant when she said “Just wait. Life will come a full circle”.