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I can't stand to see the picture of the Sleastack any longer so I have to post something in order to move it on down into the archives as quickly as possible.

I have nothing interesting to say. Prepare yourselves (ha, I say "selves" as though I have people -- plural-- reading my blog. I think I'm the only one, unless I explicitly send a friend the link and say, "Read this and leave a comment so I somewhat look like I have readers.") for boredom beyond recognition. If it gets too tedious, click here and of course heed the warning.

I completed my third triathlon on Saturday. It was the shortest one I've completed to date and I'm insanely proud of the fact that I'm digressing in my training. I lost my timing chip somewhere along the way, so I have no idea how slow I went. The important thing is I finished and I have the t-shirt to prove it.

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Sam signed his first sentence. My 10-month old genius of a baby signed, "More, please." I am gushing with pride at my son's intellect and manners. He did this right before he ate a puff off the table with his tongue. "Look, Ma! No hands!"

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I mistakenly shared my blog with my parents. It was only then that I realized that I have this picture on this post and tried to quickly scroll past as I was showing my Dad that I have his website linked to my page. He commented that he didn't think he wanted his business associated with a pornographic site and walked away. Again, I fear with the number of readers I have, he has nothing to worry about. And for what its worth, I didn't really lick that statue.

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Patrick decided he wants to start a magazine. He was brainstorming ideas with me and decided to create a magazine about Triathlons for Fatties. Rob cleverly came up with the magazine name, "TriFATlon Magazine." My husband, he's a funny guy. I about peed my pants laughing.

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I weighed Sam yesterday. The scale read 27.8 lbs. My son is a tank. 'Nuf said.

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Rob and I decided to BOTH step on the scale to see what we weigh together. The scale read "OL" which I'm taking to mean either Obsequious Lovers or Over Load. Hm. You decide.