Greasy Bar Food = Treadmill

Good morning, B.

It's T-3 and counting, now. You have the whole week off? We only get Mon-Wed. Are you going to B-town for the whole week?

We leave Saturday morning for our second annual Feb. Break camping trip (just us). M will bring his buddy, S, and JJ is still trying to decide between B and JK as a companion. Should be a good time, even if M has been a pill these past couple of days. I think we'll go down towards the Oregon Coast and pray it doesn't snow (like it's doing right now). Ah, the essence of the northwest: camping in snow. Thank God for trailers, and teenagers who will sleep in a tent, regardless of the weather.

I just have a minute this morning before K and S and I head out to go shopping. I just got back from the gym - you have inspired me to get moving, doing your DVD every morning! I texted K at the same time she was texting me to go; I'm so glad I have a workout buddy or I'd never be able to do this. I did the walk/run thing again and I feel awesome. Plus, I got a whole new cardio playlist on my iPod, which helps. The woman next to me on the treadmill I know from baseball; she is maybe 35 years old and has five (5) children (the oldest is JJ's age). And there she is, every single morning (or at least every time I go in) on the treadmill, running at like 7 mph, incline 10, for an hour. She looks like she's never eaten an ounce of fat in her life, let alone given birth once. I just looked over at her, cruisin' away with hardly a raised heartbeat, and I thought: This is possible. This is hard, but it's possible.

Last night, after M asked me what I was so pissed off about, and he didn't like my answer that he had been disrespectful, and we argued about the meaning of disrespectful and exactly how many cuss words you need to say to your mom before she's allowed to think it's disrespectful, T called me and said he'd had a crappy day at work. Did I want to go sit in the bar at Applebees, eat greasy bar food, and drink?

Well, duh! He rounded up K&R, and M went over to his house to watch the boys; the five of us piled into T's new pickup and went out for awhile (J was at work). We ate disgustingly fattening potato skins and mozzarella sticks and hot wings, while pounding back 7&7's (me and K) and happy hour beer (the boys). Poor S, she knew T was going to get shifassed (how do you spell it, anyway?) so she took his keys away right off the bat and then had to endure two hours of the four of us drinking and being completely obnoxious. She's such a sport.

J joined us later at home, where T continued to drink until S and I went to bed and left them to their testosterone fest. Thank God I stopped at two drinks and went to water because I really, really needed to get up and feel better today than yesterday. Apart from the intestinal trauma (unavoidable after that "meal") I do feel quite good. I had this grand plan of rearranging (which includes emptying and deep cleaning) all my kitchen cupboards today, but K and I thought going to Nordstrom sounded like way more fun. Who was I to argue?

Must go shower and get ready...hope you're having a good Tuesday and that the hourglass is keeping you going :)

Love, A