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Yesterday, while Kimberlie was in a training class at Emory, I decided to take the kids to the Georgia Aquarium.  They went before, but Tristan wasn’t quite 3 and Mackenzie was barely 3 months.  First of all, I am NOT an aquarium fan.  I would much rather see the fish fried and on my plate.  We did, however, have a good time.

The strangest part was the number of signs at the entrance that include “No Fishing Poles” in the list of prohibited items.  At first, I thought it was a joke, but it’s also clearly noted on all of our tickets as well.  There are other items that, in my opinion, would be more important to list such as wheeled shoes, nuclear materials, laser pointers, etc. I’m amazed that the aquarium has such a repeated issue with people taking in fishing poles that they have to specifically ban them on their signage.  Only in Georgia!

The kids enjoyed the few hours that we spent there and they really liked showing Kimberlie all of the pictures and telling her about each one.  Of course, here is a small sampling of some of those pictures:

I took a little heat, on Facebook and at work for the last post. I certainly wouldn’t have posted that video on YouTube if Tristan had been injured.  So to make amends, here is a typical Saturday in the life of Tristan.

10:00 AM: T-ball game.  Tristan batted twice, scoring once.

5:00 PM: After riding 1.5 hours in the car, then sitting through a long country wedding, Tristan dances with his sister at the reception.

7:30 PM: After eating a fabulous amish dinner at Yoder’s, but right before feeding a goat, Tristan kisses the goat.

Don’t worry, Sunday will be just as busy. We’ll relax next weekend.

Sunday morning, I woke up at 6:00 am and prepared for my morning run.  My training plan prescribed a five miler.  Each morning, I run past two gray cats.  They never get scared or run away (although sometimes they scare me because I don’t expect to see them).  One of the cats is missing a back leg.  As I rounded the corner onto the street that they sit on, a car comes by and hits one of them.  The driver killed the three-legged cat right in front of me!

Although he was dead, I did attempt to locate the owner after my run.  I must say that it is strange ringing someone’s doorbell at 7:00 on a Sunday morning.  I didn’t find the owner, but I did find the neighbors who had been caring for the cat.

After that, I went home and told Kimberlie that Sunday wasn’t going to be a good day.

Tristan has been being a great kid lately behavior wise.  He earned most of his magnets on his responsibility chart, so we decided to take him bowling as a reward.

We headed south on 41 towards the much-nicer-than-Macon bowling alley in Warner Robins.  As I was stopped at a red light, some idiot rear-ended me and knocked me into the car in front of me.  Once again, my CR-V (which is not even two years old) is All Boomed Up.  The at-fault driver didn’t even have a driver’s license.  Let’s hope he has insurance.

I may post damage pictures later.