There are times when I feel like my life is blazing past me. Let me go ahead and utter the age-old parent's lament, "my kids are growing up way too fast."

My little ZoZo is loosing her first tooth. She filled the house with joyous shreaks and whoops when she first realized her tooth was loose. The entire house was required to wiggle her tooth multiple times to confirm the fact.

There has been A LOT of tooth wiggling in the ensuing days. So much so that she now has created some discomfort for herself. This morning she came to me, pointed to her loose tooth, and asked with about as sober a countenance as she is able to muster, "Momma, what's goin' on here."

What's going on is the gum around the tooth is now swollen and sore because she can't keep her fingers out of her mouth. In addition to the irritated gum, I'm sure there are more insidious forces at work in her little mouth. I shudder to think about the germs her grubby little fingers are transferring into her mouth about 10,000 times a day. If she doesn't succumb to some horrible illness before the tooth falls out, I feel pretty confident that she will have inoculated herself against most communicable diseases.

Lest you think I'm bemoaning my current state of worry, let me assure you, I'm treasuring every moment. When my body is old and my brain is racked by dementia, I really hope I'm able to remember the "Momma what's goin' on here" moments.

I've gone through round one with my inner procrastinator. I've purchased a domain name and set up a holder page for my business. It may not sound like much to you. But for me this is pretty huge. Once the business plan is in draft form, I'll go ahead and start building the full site.

So here I am again. More than a year since my last post. I've decided to try to get my own business up and running. I figure I need try to get the creativity flowing again in as many ways as possible. I figure amusing myself here is as good an outlet as any other I have.

So I went out for my little three mile jog this evening. The weather was beautiful. I felt so good, I decided to push my pace up a notch.

At about the half-mile point, my right foot caught a buckle in the asphalt.

My ankle didn't twist.

I didn't stumble.

Nope. In an instant I went from a completely vertical position, to a completely horizontal position.

Luckily, when I landed, my face avoided contact with the pavement. My chin and nose just sort of "kissed" the asphalt as the rest of my body landed and then skidded across the street.

Unfortunately, when I landed, only my face and feet where spared.

The damage report: both knees are scraped, the right knee is pretty swollen, the palms of both hands lost a layer of flesh, the fingers on my left hand are nicked and cut, my right fore arm is skinned, and I have brush burns on my thighs and stomach.

Adrenaline is a beautiful thing. I popped back up and jogged my bloodied body home.

The fall proved to be the most pleasant part of this experience. As I went through the process of scrubbing bits of dirt and gravel from my open wounds, I alternately felt like I was going to either throw up or pass out.

Asphalt hurts.