1-23-08.1

Dear D,

I missed my first workout last night. Well, missed is probably not the right word. I substituted snow shoveling and pushing the snow blower for my leg workout. I feel I did the same amount of exercise, just a different type, so I’m not beating myself up about it. I’ll continue on with my regular schedule tonight. Exercise is exercise, right?

Sorry I’ve been sparodic about posting. It gets hard sometimes to just write, even if I don’t feel like it. Plus, things have been going rather smoothly lately so there’s not much to complain about. Of course, I could write about the good stuff rather than the bad stuff, but that’s not what this journal is for, is it D? No, it’s the only way I can get the shit out of my head that bothers me. Sorry D.

Speaking of shit that bothers me D, I have a birthday coming up. TW has been asking me what I’d like so her sisters can get me presents. Well, the only thing I can think of is an adults only (read: sister in law) topless party. It’ll never happen but that’s the only thing I really want. I guess I’ll just give her some DVD or gift card suggestions instead. B O R I N G. I just don’t understand why the SILs won’t flash me every now and then. I’m not asking for that much am I D? Damn, I don’t think so. It’s not like I’m asking to sleep with them or anything like that. I’d just like a little peek of flesh now and then, and, it don’t cost a thing!

I’m still adjusting to coming home to no dog, although it has got better over the past week or so. I still miss him when I come upstairs after working out (he used to lie at the top of the stairs) or when I pass his empty crate. I guess it’ll come with time. We’re not looking to replace him any time soon, maybe after LP goes off to college in a couple of years.

Money is still tight D, even with TW working these days. Hopefully, that will change in the near future. I’m not holding my breath though.