MY. LEGS. HURT.

Me + squats with the bar at the gym = extreamly sore muscles for going on 3 days now....

Enough said about that.

It's dentist day today. I really dislike the dentist. Only because I can't open my mouth very much and it hurts for a while afterwards.

P.S. I played a new Christmas CD on the way to work this morning in the truck. Yes, I know it's only 11/5, but I love Christmas music.

Finally Friday

So this is week one of working out at the gym. Wasn't so bad.

{pssst.....remind me of this statement in 2 months when it's colder than crap out and all I want to do is go home...}

Yesterday P and I did cardio for 45 minutes then lifted weights. He got me to do some machines that I'd never have tried on my own. And he encouraged me to keep going when it was hard. However, he asked which one I disliked the most. When I told him he said that that was the machine we'd be working on the most because it's the one that I needed the most. Naturally I stuck my tongue out at him as a response.

Now on to matters of food... (like that transition?) Tomorrow we're celebrating my sisters birthday with Famous Daves (yum) and i'm making a Martha Stewart Salty Sweet Cake. Oh, wait. Of course I'm going to the gym before we go over there so I'll work off about 1/10th of what I actually eat. lol Maybe I should go to the gym before and after?

Other than that? I can hear out of my left ear again - kind of. It's been plugged all week. P thought it was hillarious to stop talking in the middle of his conversation and just mouth the words at me at random times throughout the week. Yeah, fun. Umm...not. Then a guy a work started doing that yesterday. Real funny you two. So I've been putting marine drops in my ear all week to *warning gross stuff ahead* soften up all that impacted wax and get it out. One night I was walking around with my head tilted to keep the drops in and banged my head on the corner. Well, I wasn't used to my head being twice it's normal width! Last night I shot warm water in my ear via that bulb thing that you use to suck snot from a baby. *warning, more gross stuff* Chunks of hard wax came out. YAY EAR WAX! So I put more drops in and tried the water thing again this morning. No more came out. I'm going to try the drops for a few more days and see if I can get it all. If not, a trip to the doctor for the high pressure ear wax hose is in store. shudder.

Well, that's more than you really wanted to know about my ear wax so I'll stop for now...

Do you ever wonder which one you are?

So I met 7 women for dinner last night. A special group of women. There was P, C, S, S#2, S#3, J, and B. J#2 was ill and L had a family emergency.

Why are these women so special? They are the women that helped me get through college. They are college friends. No, they never did my homework...at least I don't think they did, but they may have. No, they never loaned me money for tuition...but quite possibly money for late night food and drinks. They were an integral part of my education, one I could never have finished college without. These women, in their own way, taught me things about life and friends and love. They helped me through experiences and issues and heartbreak. They laughed with me, cried with me and sat by me when I needed it.

As we were loudly having dinner last night, I kept looking around in wonder at the women that we became. At the things we accomplished in life and how far we had all come. I kept thinking that everyone has a role in a friendship and certainly there are roles in circles of friends. And it made me wonder if I had an impact on their life like they did on mine? Was there something that I taught them in college that made them who they are today? I hope so. I really do.

PS. To P: I had forgottn about falling down the stairs that night. I had forgotten about your broken finger. And I am so very sorry about it, even after all these years.

After talking for a couple of hours, telling stories of past and present, we made a plan. A plan to continue to meet. It made me happy.

Confessions of a bed hog...

Every morning I just naturally roll over to P's side of the bed and generally hog the whole bed after he's gotten up. I do it in my sleep so it's not like I'm waking up...saying hey let me roll over here...and doing it. But every morning I end up more on P's side of the bed, than mine.

I guess last night P got up to ah use the facilities and when he came back I had rolled onto his side. My brain must have thought that he had gotten up for the day and my body it's thing. Anyway, P tried to get me to walke up and move over and he said it wasn't working.

That's my confession of beg hogging....

An Anniversary of sorts

Today marks 18 years since my Grandpa J died. Sometimes...most times I miss him terribly. I miss the dry sense of humor that as a child I didn't appreciate, but understand as an adult. I miss the gruffness that disappeared with us grandkids. I miss the advice that he never got to give me. I think I miss most the leadership role that he had for our family. I hope that he's watching over me from somewhere and is proud of who I've become. And I hope that he knows that I still think about him. Love you Grandpa.