Entry #2

This post is dedicated to Ann Keys. She said that she's been waiting for another one, so here goes. . .

First a little Fresh Prince (sing to the song of "Parents just don't understand -- I just changed a few of the words to fit our situation):

Okay, here's the situation
Our family came here for a week's vacation and
They took the keys to the brand new car
Would we mind?
Umm, well, of course not
They'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
They'll just cruise it around the county or state
Well, maybe they shouldn't
Yeah, of course they should
Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
Someone pulled up to the corner at the end of some block. . .

It's really not that bad - Julie was able to get most of the paint off the bumper with her new best freind "The Magic Eraser".

So at the end of the day, she is a much better, more giving, and patient person than I am. I have said, and many other people have said that she needs to learn how to say "no". I've believed it every time I've said it. In the end, she is aware that family takes advantage of her, and she's okay with it. She even likes it -- so I guess I need to learn to say "yes" more, and quicker.

Enough of that crap.

So to rebut Julie's assertion that my blog will be like the time I said I'd do one load of laundry each week. For starters, I didn't just put the load of laundry in the washer -- I also added soap and started the machine. Secondly, I wash my workout clothes every week -- I don't blame her for not touching them until they're clean, and I am guilty of not always putting them away in a timely manner -- when I re-read this, I don't come out that great - still. . . . I did add the soap and start the washer, and I've repeated the event.

We're doing P90X together, and it's great. My muscles are very tight, so Yoga is usually my worst day.

I have a new bike, but I can't ride it yet. I broke my toe.

Soccer is cool.