Earrrrly Walk

I finally did it; I actually rolled out of bed at six am and took a brisk walk. I want to run but need to work up to it, so to start out it's power walking for me.

It was beautiful; crisp, clean air, birdsong, and the distant roar of traffic - a sound I actually enjoy. I was alone on the path for the first 15 min, which was a plus!

When eventually I had to share the walking path, it was with a young man walking his dog. As we passed eachother he checked me out!! I almost tripped over my laces in surprise. This man looked me in the eye and said "Good morning!", then very obviously oggled the girls! I couldn't help my internal laughter, and I thought to myself "boy will he get a surprise if he sticks around for my leave, cuz this ass ain't small!"

Hopefully my large behind will get smaller, if I can keep up a walk and workout plan I've set up for myself. Sticking to it is the hardest part for me; I really enjoy working out and morning walks but getting into a routine and keeping it are so tough for me.

Today though, today I did it. And loved it. Apparently I still got 'it' too! Sweet. Great start on what's bound to be a great day!

Desperate to Ride

David and JD really, REALLY wanted to ride their bikes today.  Since we had a spring snowstorm yesterday, there was work to be done first.  The boys and I shoveled our walk and that of two of our neighbors... us being the slackers on the block, I guess.  Everyone else had shoveled theirs, except for a small patch six houses down........   Instead of making that their turn-around point, JD insisted on clearing it.

                   Can you see them waaaaaay down there?!

         Working away, JD wouldn't give up.  Before the snow, that grey box was their turn-around point, so he wouldn't leave it alone.  He wanted to get every inch of their allowed track snow-free.

                 David to the rescue with Dad's shovel!!!  "I'm coming, JD!!"

                    Crazy boys.  But it is nice to see them working together. 

My Men

Ahhhh men.  I am surrounded by men all the time.  Normally a woman wouldn't complain, especially when they are the best-looking men around!

These three are my favorite men in the world.  My happy little family. 

I love them to bits.  But I gotta say ...  thank goodness for nail polish, bubble baths and chick flicks!!! 

Goodbye Rockstar

       Well Rockstar moved out.  (Sniff, sniff.)  My neighbor and her family packed up and took off... something about wanting to be closer to work. Crazy.  I think of her as Rockstar because she is so beautiful and when she wears her sunglasses she looks like just that, a rockstar. 

       This is a woman who looks exactly right (not sure what that means, but you know these women)... has a megawatt smile, and always seems to have it together.  With a four-year-old boy and a newborn son, a career, night classes at the college, and a home to run I don't know how she could always be in a good mood, but she was.  Not one of those crazy, hyper, had-too-many-Red Bulls people but...  just right. 

        How does Rockstar do it?  How do people who look exactly right, act exactly right, and seem awfully perfect pull it off?  Are they human?  Do they have flesh and blood bodies or are they robot prototypes thrown here with the rest of us to push us harder?  To show us what we could be if we just try harder?  If we just put a little more effort in?  It worked on me, that's for sure... every time Rockstar and I exchanged friendly words about kids, weather, and life in general, I would look at her and want to be better.  Not her, but a better, more pleasant, more fit version of myself.  And looking at her this seemed ...  doable.  If she can do it, so can I, right?

        Well she's gone.  Whether she was a real woman or a robot I will miss her.  I like to think I'll still push myself toward improvement, because  well, that's just a lifelong pursuit.  But with Rockstar gone it will not be the same. Goodbye for now, you fabulous woman, you.