I made it through my 2nd C25k workout and I totally pick puffy heart love the iphone app for the work out. My legs have that wonderful soreness from workouts that I’ve missed lately and it’s nice to have it back. I’m sure with the weekly increase in running times I’ll hopefully have that “I’ve been working out” feeling for a while.
On all the other fronts, things are good. The in-the-closet-gay former boyfriend emailed me again this week. This time, about some mutual friend that has turned into quite the “player” in the social world around these parts. Whatever dude, move on and get a life.
On the drinking front, or rather the very abbreviated drinking front, all is good. The bewitching hour comes and I know it’s there and I move on. Have I thought about having a glass of wine, yes. Is it easy for me to pass on it? Kinda. Knowing the potential outcome, it’s really easy to pass. But, do I miss it? yes. It’s all good for now and the occasions that I do have a glass or two will be all the better.
The only thing from The Bride this week is she wants to know who wants to get their hair/make-up done for the wedding. I can handle my own make-up. The hair thing, well… I’d really like to have someone do it but for a blow-dry, $60. If they do anything else to it, $120. For my hair, no. Luckily, I have a friend who owns a hair salon in town and she told me to come in, free of charge, and she’d teach me how to do a simple style for the wedding. She’d even let me borrow any equipment I may need. How nice is that!?
The Fire Family is moving out of the hotel and into a house next week. Finally. They are paying, or rather their insurance is paying $7300 a month for it. Yes, that’s right, $7300 a month. At that rate I think the insurance money is going to run out before their house is rebuilt, but that’s just speculation. Regardless, they are getting totally ripped off and the landlord should be ashamed of him/herself.
The Little Miss is being crazy and sweet as ever. Her latest wordisms:
Upscalator = the escalator that’s going up
Downscalator = the escalator that’s going down
Oh, if life could be that simple.