That was fast...

I'm almost better. I was only sick for three days... it's like a record or something for me...

And again...

Ray got sick. Now I'm feeling that tickle in the back of my throat. Yay.

Skinnamarinky Dinky Dink

Warning: If the title of the post didn't already get that song stuck in your head, stop reading NOW!

Have you ever heard that if a song is stuck in your head, sing the whole thing to get it out? Well, I have, and to cleanse, I'm sharing my song of friendship and happiness with the world. (Please feel free to sing along out loud and do the motions for everyone to see. Spread the good feelings.)

Skinnamarinky dinky dink, skinnamarinky do
I love you
I love you in the mornin' and in the afternoon
I love you in the evenin' and underneath the moon
OOOHHHHH
Skinnamarinky dinky dink, skinnamarinky do
I LOOOOVVVVVE you!!!!!!

Heh...

'Nuff said.



*This post is not necessarily to be taken as criticism toward our current presient. Technically it could apply to any of the fast-talking, promise-making, lying hypocrites that we elect every year.

**But really, could anyone else's fall from grace have been so swift?

Anybody there?

Have you ever had a time where you realized how badly you want things to change immediately? Here's mine. Ray is going to a bachelor party/cookout Friday night, meaning I get a night to myself! But the thing is, I'm tired of doing things either with Ray, by myself, or with family. Sure, they're all great options, but I haven't been around friends since my wedding. I don't think I've ever felt this lonely, but it's weird (and super hard) to make friends really quick in a new place. Ho-hum, woe is me. So if anyone feels like making the trek over here, please do. I'm bored and need people.

So in my last post...

Remember how sore I was? No more. I was raring to go on Saturday, and guess how far I ran (jogged... slowly...)? Two whole miles! When I haven't run that far since my senior year of high school playing soccer... Super proud of myself. And, Ray and I had already decided to run a 5K late April, so I don't have that much to train for! Yay!

That's all.

I hurt.

So Ray and I joined a gym about two weeks ago. Not for any type of New Year's resolution or anything, Ray's always been a member somewhere and we both want to get healthy. And this gym offers a complimentary session with a personal trainer to see where you are and what you need to do to reach your goals. Our guy was really cool, but when he gave us our fitness test... oh. my. goodness. I was sore before we left. And Wednesday, my legs were actually swollen. They're still swollen. And for some reason, my right calf decided it doesn't want to extend my leg anymore. I've literally been limping since then. And it still hurts. What the crap. Am I that out of shape? Granted, we did a million workouts just on our legs because he said they have our strongest muscles. But still, warm-up on the stair stepper (which has really small steps that arene't really useful for a bigfoot like me... I think I really impressed him tripping on that machine, over and over...) squats, steps with weights, more squats with medicine balls, jump squats, planks (yay abs), lunges with weights, calf raises, and more lunges. In twenty minutes.

So if anyone has any tips on how to loosen ridiculously cramped muscles, let me know.

Speaking of the gym, there was this guy there who looked like he hit the 'roids pretty hard and only walked when he was in the gym. Seriously, this guy's upper body looked like the Hulk, all bulging and veiny, but his legs could be used as a model's stand-in. Soooo skinny and not muscular. I decided to call him Foghorn Leghorn. A really good comparison if the picture wasn't painted good enough.