~Groovin' With Soccamom~


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    Let's hear it for Endorphins
    I finally got my phat ass back on the treadmill. I was afraid for a minute there that it might collapse, but it held and I walked, sang off key, sweated, smiled and felt great. I wonder if I can do it again tomorrow or will soccaslug be back.

    I love being sweaty from physical exhertion in any form and tonight I can just feel my outlook brighten. I know that if I don't lose some flab before the summer, I may have to wear long sleeves and long pants all year long. That won't be a happy sight but I really can't believe I let myself get in this shape...a circle is a shape, isn't it?

    Sunday-No-Fun-Day
    Its cold and gloomy today. We were roused from a sound sleep last night by some random boy calling for Miss Boo. Then we were awakened again by a caller for my husband. If I have never been to your church and never expressed interest in attening your church, then please don't call at 8 am on a Sunday morning inviting me to your church. I have my own religious code and it doesn't involve people who are always deciding what is a sin and what isn't and then sharing the info. Leave me alone and go hunt your pagan easter eggs all the while spouting your holier-than-thou christianisms.

    Rocket to Boom
    It's been three days now. My rocket is gone. My soulmate of the past 10 years.(Ummm, except for the Soccadad, of course.) I understood her every noise, her every hum, her every curve. My car. My sweet, sweet car. Oh woe.

    Ok, is that mellodramatic enough? Can you just imagine me drapped in sackcloth and ashes, sprawled over the hood of the rocket? Yeah, it took me 3 or 4 tries to sell her and in the end it was done while I was busy. Best that way. I can't let myself think of her sitting in a cold car lot wondering where I am. Wondering when I will come back for her. Gawd, am I a freak or what???

    Ok, for the boom, part of it. I inherited our other car, a 300 M, which I really like. I think it will take some time for us to build a good relationship and it may never be like the one I enjoyed with the rocket, but I know we will definately grow to at least a good understanding.

    I really need a life, don't I. :-)

    Flying High
    So Miss Boo left for Florida yesterday. It's her first plane ride and I think she was pretty excited. I hope the weather in Sarasota and Orlando is nice for the coming week. For that matter, I hope it's nice here, though I suspect that with her on spring break, I will be working later in the evenings.

    Germs
    No, I'm not dead, I just feel like it. I missed 2 days of work last week due to this stupid cold/flu thing that seems to be going around. I wish I could just shake it once and for all, but the cough seems to be lingering. All I want to do is sleep.