That I want to do this summer…..Read at least 25 books. I used to read about 5 books a week. And then I had kids. And got a career. And decided I needed more education. We’ll see how this goes.This. This shit right here. John and I bought the P90X crap. And the equipment. And I really want to start it up and even if I don’t finish it in time for summer’s end, I at least want to get a good start and make it a part of our routine.I want a friggin’ Kindle, already. The damned things are now less than $200 with all of the extras. I have no excuse anymore that can keep me from breaking down and treating myself. I fuckin’ deserve it, damnit.And last, but most definitely not the least: I want to get my ass back in the water. Even if I have gained 50 lbs in the past year. Even if my ‘fly now rivals a drowning fish in ridculousness. Even if I can’t hang for more than a 50 at a time. I just want back in. For the stress relief, the solitude. Just for me. Because nothing relieves stress like crisp, cool, chlorinated water at about 6AM on a summer day. It has this cathartic value of being able to just wash it all away. And let’s face it: Mama needs this.And wine. I am a wine ‘tard. And I really, really want to change that. As a matter of fact, I think I will kick off my list with this one. On my first day off of work. Yeah, that’s it. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
I’ll keep you posted. Unless I’m drunk. Or I drowned in the pool. Or had a massive myocardial infarction induced by Tony Horton and his damned killer exercises.
Peace out, Homies.