Wobble, Wobble

So...as of recent I have been watching my almost 2-year old baby cousin. She is the most darling person I have ever encountered.  I love her so much. However, my watching her has interrupted my workout schedule. I have now very little time to workout because of scheduling conflicts. I'm very sad to announce that I did not work out today due to the fact that I had to wake up at 4 a.m. and didn't get back home until 6 p.m. ish. I had no desire to spend another hour and a half in the gym doing strength training or cardio. I'm hoping that this won't be a daily occurrence. I'd like to be able to go to the gym at least every other day, and Saturdays and Sundays. This should only be a three week gig, and then back to my regular schedule of keeping Payton on occasional Wednesdays and Fridays. So....I may not be reporting back for a bit, about exercise at least.

Here's to a classic:

Haven't actually watched the video above so hopefully it's a decent version of "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey

Love and all that, 

l

Emotional Scribble

Even though it has been a great week, I've been a little sad for the past few days...it could be because I'm a little sick. I've just been an emotional scribble...just all over the place without any real direction. I was watching the movie Dear John...not particularly a movie that I would often go for, but I caught about 15 minutes of it somewhere in the middle, and I just had to know what happens in the end. So I was lucky enough to catch it again and watched it all the way through this time. It wasn't quite the crock I thought it would be, but it was really  really bad. The weird part though, was that I found myself crying throughout certain parts of the film. SPOILER ALERT. You have been warned. I cried when she writes him a letter to break up with him. I cried when his father died. I cried when he sold the whole coin collection and made a rule that all of the mules had to stay together, and that he kept that one very special mule with him. It made me think of my relationship with my own dad and I hope that my dad and I can reconcile and restore our relationship. I love my father, I do. It's difficult to forgive him for things that he has said to me though. But I hope that we can reach some common ground before it's too late.

"In the Morning" by Paper Route:

Love and all that, 

l