Polly Wolly-damned-Doodle!

It was 104 degrees today and I spent a good portion of those degrees on the patio trying to make it meditative and welcoming to me.  Since I have time on my hands, I have given myself projects. Today was the patio. I stretched, climbed and sweat my way through trimming plants, beating rugs, cleaning chairs, hanging shades and sheers all the while trying not to hurt myself.  I had to use my step from The Firm workouts to hammer in nails and screws to hang curtains and other decorative items. There was something in that outdoor rug that aggravated my allergies.  Had a running nose and at one point a bloody one. But it was all worth it.  I was done and thought I could relax in that satisfaction.

Then the husband came home and reminded me that we committed to doing another outdoor workout today. I was tired and didn't want to but I wasn't going to give in to it.  I had already finished dinner so we only needed to hit the trail. And we did.  It was another one of those challenging ones.  Oh how I wish I liked working out.  Like all the time. Sometimes I'm gung ho and kill it.  Other times I'd swear it was trying to kill me.  Today was one of those days. I even admitted this to my husband because I'm sure he doesn't know this.  I told him, 'Husband, I wouldn't be out here in this ridiculous heat, sweating like a crazy woman if you weren't here.'  He disagreed saying I would. I insisted, telling him no. If I felt the need to workout, I would likely whip out a DVD or half-ass it at the gym.  He still didn't believe me. Bless that man and his innocence.  I gave up.

We came to a small dip and jogged down it and somehow simultaneously and silently agreed to keep jogging for a bit.  It was good. Then when crossing the street, I stepped up and apparently did something wrong and felt the little ping and pop in my knee.  That ended the jog for me.  I cursed myself for not paying attention to the step up. At this point, I was no longer feeling the workout but I kept going. It didn't really hurt but was just uncomfortable and commanded my attention to how I was stepping. That was annoying.  We completed the 1st hilly loop and the husband asked if we were going home or doing another round. I did not want to do another round but it had more to do with me making excuses than me not being able to do it. So, I grudgingly said, 'Let's just do another and hurry it up!'  I noticed he slowed down but I didn't. I just wanted it done.

Just as we were hitting the hill, that stupid ice cream truck rounds the corner.  I must have tuned it out the 1st time because there is no way I could have missed the music.  Oh but this time I noticed.  Polly Wollydoodle was the tune it played.  Ice Cream truck music and a ridiculous hill on a bothersome knee was the equivalent of hell on Earth.  Why me? WHY? I looked at my husband and he looked at me and laughed saying, 'I know you hate it.  We are almost finished.'  Thank God!  Aside from the damned truck music, I was also wrestling with my mind. I don't think there has been a time when I've had to talk myself out of quitting like today. It was quite an argument I had going on up there. Good thing I don't always voice my thoughts. Talk about crazy!

Well, we made it home in good time considering the situation. We completed 3.76miles in just under an hour.  I'm a little sore and whined until I got a knee massage and some TLC.  I'm OK with being the drama queen every now and again.  Today proved once again that I am not yet where I want to be. I was fine physically but mentally I totally could have quit.  That is not OK.  I will have to keep working and being the crazy girl that argues with her quitting mind. But I tell you, if I'm near the 'snap' stage and that Ice Cream truck is near, I will not be held responsible for what happens to it! Lol.

Quote of the day:  Regardless of how you feel inside, always try to look like a winner.

Oh Happy Day!

'He taught me how to wash, fight, and pray. And he taught me how to live rejoicing every day!' This was blasting through the ear buds this morning as me and the husband hit the ground running at 7am. 

My husband challenged me last night after watching Extreme Makeover Weight loss Edition. We were watching the woman running.  He declared that I could no longer run.  I was annoyed.  He knew it.  Then he said, 'Prove me wrong.'  I didn't want to prove him wrong or right. I don't like being put in that situation and pity the fool that puts me there.  I did advise him that his psychology was misplaced and he saw that I was not amused.  He backtracked and apologized.  I tried to hold on to the feeling but I started to feel bad and then finally decided to give up the annoyance because it just was not worth the energy.  So, he said we would get up this morning and workout and if I wanted to run we would. I agreed.

So, he woke me just before 7am fully dressed and ready to go.  I was ready and excited to be able to head out early and when the air was not yet 100 degrees.  This was to be a serious sweat fest so any talking had to have been before it began or afterwards.  In went the ear buds and we were kicking up dust in no time.  I'd say about 2.5 miles in, my mind started to wander to the dark side.  I started to ask myself how much longer and I made the mistake of looking ahead to see the hill.  That is never a good idea when you already begin having discouraging thoughts.  I don't even know where it came from.  I wasn't even tired.  Maybe a little bored though.  Luckily, I had the music going and 'Oh Happy Days' began playing.  I don't care who you are or what you believe. When you hear this song, you get an energy in you that pushes you through some tough moments.  This was one of those moments. 

It pushed away the doubt and I was back on track.  Pushing up the hill, I had the thought that when one is going uphill, it is never a good ideal to slow down.  Slowing down only makes it that much harder.  Then I got all deep and started applying that to my life.  When faced with an uphill battle, do I slow down or speed up and push through it?  Thinking, I realized in the past, I slow or stop with fear, uncertainty, or doubt. With this job loss am I doing that?  I thought on it for a few minutes and pushed harder as the thoughts came. Well, I don't have any of those right now.  Why?  I don't really know.  Everyone keeps trying to tell me how I should be feeling about it.  That I should be devastated, depressed or down.  I'm not any of those.  But then it hit me. Maybe I'm not any of those things because I don't view this as a problem. 

What I do know is that in the last year and a half, I've had to deal with a father having brain surgery and almost dying. Watching my Mom be strong and take care of him all the while worrying and fretting.  Then dealing with her dying. Soon after, I was pregnant and scared but then miscarried.  Then again.  Those are things that cause devastation, depression and a downward spiral.  Losing a job...not so much.  It's just a hill and I fully intend to run it.  No slowing down because this is just not worth it.  I will run the hell out of it and will not rest until I've reached the top. On the top, I might pause and even look back to see where I've been.  But only for a moment because I will have too much ahead of me to rest on that. 

Ending the workout with some toning, and drenched in sweat, I smiled and kissed the husband (sweat and all) telling him that I rejoice in everyday.  He looked at me in a confused way.  I told him, I was raised to wash away worry, fight to win, and pray for continued blessings.  He smiled and said, 'That's why I married you.'

Oh, happy day!

The Walk

So, I just finished an awesome book. The Walk by Richard Paul Evans.  I have to say this was not a book I was in search of when I visited the community library yesterday. Truth be told, I was only there to see my husband who was working.  Since he was busy, I figured I would peruse the stacks to see if something other than Dean Koontz would interest me. 

I was on the 2nd row when I saw this on on the shelf propped for display.  I liked the look of it as well as the title.  I scanned the summary and decided to hold on to it in case something better came along. Well, I found 2 more books but this one stayed with me.  I checked all three, kissed the husband goodbye and made my way back home.  I sat down and picked it up and started to read but 15 minutes later I stopped.  I started to feel guilty for sitting there doing nothing when the house was in need of a good cleaning.  I do that.  It's very hard for me to sit and do nothing. So, I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more. I worked for 2 hours until the living room was clean, the kitchen organized and 2 trash bags of clutter was carried to the dumpster. I toasted a wheat English muffin and spread it with peanut butter and bananas for a quick lunch.  After a quick shower, I felt like I could sit down and relax. 

Putting on some music, I sat down my peanut butter lunch and water in front of me on the coffee table and finally started reading again.  I read until my husband came home about 5 hours later. I was almost done with the book.  Probably would have been finished had I not had to take the dogs on a couple of walks, talk to my Dad on the phone as well as 2 sister phone calls. I didn't pick the book back up until just before I went to bed. I read a little until my Advil set in and I was asleep. 

I got up this morning with the book on my mind. I had to finish it today.  I made a wonderful Sunday breakfast and decided to finish.  I did and what an experience it was.  From my last post I'm sure you know of recent events.  I've been working to make sure I don't let it get me down.  After all, I made a promise to myself to turn every bad experience into something good.  Well, this book most definitely was a message to me.  I won't give a summary but I will add a quote from one of it's last pages. 

'This is what I've learned.  We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them.  Ultimately the choice is ours.  We can be victims of circumstance or master of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both.'

The book's message was obviously something I needed to hear.  I wasn't feeling down yet, but who's to say I wouldn't slip?  After reading this book, I have to say my will to turn this into something good is much greater than it was before.

The Drop and Box

So, I was laid off. Let go. Downsized.  Who'd have thought it would happen to me?  Seriously. It was a surprise when it all came down. Not necessarily when it came to me as several had already been let go by the time I was called. But the people chosen was definitely a surprise. I won't even try to figure out how and why we were chosen. Though I find it odd that the few that were cut, just happened to not have young kids or other dependents.  That's just my observation. There is no real way to know what criteria was used. 

In any case, I've had a day and a night to think it all through.  Some tell me I handled it with grace or I was very positive.  Others keep trying to convince me that I am in shock.  Well, I'm here to tell you how I really feel about it all. 

I do think it sucks but at the same time, it's a bit of a relief.  I've been wanting to leave the place for some time now. Then last few months have barely been bearable due to the lack of work. And the management....don't get me started on that!  So you see. It was not an ideal situation for me. But as with most people, I either couldn't find a comparable replacement or found other reasons to remain.  When my partner was boxed, I was shocked but confused because I couldn't gage his feelings based his face or his actions. He seemed...amused?  He called me not an hour later and told me what had gone down. It was at that point I knew in my heart that I was probably not going to make the cut. It was only a matter of when it would happen. Of course any work to be done ceased. No way I was going out like that!  Someone else could do it.

Because so many people were freaking out around me, I chose not to let them in on this knowledge. We couldn't change what was going to happen anyway.   As I sat there answering questions, listening to the Ditsy, Crazy, Paranoid and just plain stupid, I began tuning them out for my own thoughts. I was thinking 'What if I'm wrong? What if I don't get chosen and am one of the ones left?'  I got a knot in my stomach. I then realized I did not want to be here. If others were let go who would they be? People that made my day bearable?  My work existence would go from bad to worse.  It was at that point that I calmed down and realized if I lost my job, it would not be the end of My world.  Indeed it would be just the beginning. And beginnings are always good.  So, I sat and waited.

Sure enough, I was called.  The brief reading of intent to terminate and the explanation was painless. Even a bit of a relief.  I looked over at my manager and saw her barely contained tears.  What the hell?  The HR lady was as robotic as ever. She visibly relaxed after I started chatting her up when my manager left to get boxes. We discussed the irresponsible practices of FedEx and why I needed 3 boxes.  She even laughed at my jokes.  Never let it be said that I can't shine light on a bad situation.

While boxing up my things, I mentioned that it was much too quiet and there was no need for that.  I looked up and there's my manager crying her little Indian eyes out. I tossed her a roll of toilet paper.  I looked around to see four more pairs of teary eyes.  I dared not look over the wall at T.  When is she not in tears?  I cracked some jokes hoping to at least get them to laugh and stop all the crying.  I mean would I cry if they left?  Probably not. But I'm also not that big on public emotion. 

Then the Devil himself comes over and shakes my hand and wishes me luck.  Now, I know it was him who made the decision (based on my manager's reaction when he came over) and I could have been nasty and left him hanging. I did not. I shook. However, I could not stop myself from making a snide comment. I loved the surprised look on his face and immediately thought of several other things to say but refrained.  I could not bring myself to stoop that low. Besides, even though it was him, I would have regretted any harsh words and had trouble sleeping.

I had let my husband and family know well before I had the actual facts that I would probably not have a job. So, when I got home, the husband was there waiting.  He immediately gave me a hug and consoling words and said, 'Go get dressed. We have to go and workout.'   I knew what he was doing.  He was catching me before I got to that part of me that thinks and starts to worry.   He was very right in this action.

We headed out in the hundred degree heat to the relief of shade trees along the trail and took a much needed walk. We didn't talk too much. We sweat a lot.  I looked over at him and almost teared up at the thought of me deserving someone that knew me so well, that he knew exactly what I needed to get to a good place in my head.

So, there you have it. I was dropped and then boxed.  I'm not too disappointed and not yet worried. As my Ole Wise One of a Husband would say, 'Why bring worry to your life when God has already taken care of you?'  So, I don't and I won't....worry that is. 

Ironman Inspiration

I watched the re-run of the 2011 Ironman Triathlon in Kona,Hawaii. So very inspiring!  Made me want to get out there and do more and consider a marathon.  Now I only said consider.  I still can't wrap my mind around doing something like that.  But I said I can't wrap my mind around it, not that I can't do it.  Maybe one day.  Maybe not.  Time will tell. 

Although most of the stories covered were inspiring, I was particularly taken by Lew Hollander.  He raced his first Ironman at 55.  Twenty-five years later, he finished again.  It was awesome!  His words of advice? "If you want to be functional at 80, you better damn well pay attention at 40". I love that! 

So, I'm paying attention just a year and some months shy of that big 40.  But unlike others, I don't dread the year. I'm anticipating greater things.  I know what I don't want to be 25 years from now.  I don't quite know what I want outside of being happy and healthy.  Again, time will tell. 

The husband is being careful with his diet here lately which means there is less and less 'fun' food in the house. And what I mean by fun food are things like crackers, peanuts and sugar drinks.  Though he will not depart from his Tang addiction!  But this change makes it easier for me to up my goals and helps me stick with it.  He's also awesome with his words of wisdom and keeps reminding me that I can do things and the things I have done are pretty good too.  He's my Old Wise One.  Lol.

So, here's some current pics.  I still have  aways to go and the scale is not moving much but I feel so much stronger and my body feels awesome.

Caleb's 5K (Slow Runner or Fast Walker?)

Folks, this was without a doubt the best organized race ever! The church folk know how to do it up.  It was well planned  and the people were super nice. I mean everyone! So many encouraging words before, during and after the race.  There is no doubt I will be doing this one again. Even with the mile long hill!  And the decision to walk only was probably a smart one considering my knee issue.  Here is the blow by blow along pics from today's fun.

The Start Line

After a hearty breakfast of oatmeal and juice, I left.  I fought the urge to take the car.  It was only a mile or so down the road.  I did however, see my upstairs neighbor get in her car wearing the shirt. I even saw a couple of other neighbors there in the parking lot.  I would have felt too guilty doing it.  After all, it WAS only a mile.

The events started at 7:30. There was music, games, lots of vendors and even a Kid's Zone.  Just before race time there were words spoken about what the race was about. It benefits kids in Foster care and other areas.  Then there were a few words from sponsors followed by a final prayer and the national anthem.  The horn blew at exactly 8:00am and we were off! 

It was refreshing to hear some of the participants say, 'No, let's stay back and let the runners have some space.' In particular, I liked the comments, 'The strollers are going to be going out last.'  And even the runners with the strollers stayed back (even tho it wasn't expected) and when they were making their way through the crowd, they were very polite and asked permission to pass.  Where the heck am I to be amongst such polite people?!? 

I realized within minutes after the start that I forgot my music.  How am I to push myself without music? I passed a lovely lady who had her phone playing music out loud saying she forgot her headphones.  I walked with her for a bit. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about making a quick pit stop at the apartment as we passed it just to get the music.  I resisted and kept going.  When we finally hit the 1 mile mark, instead of the regular 'One mile! Is that it!?!' comments I usually hear, I heard, 'One Mile....wow, that was fast!' This was definitely a different crowd.  As a guy was passing me, he patted me on the shoulder and said, 'Great job!'  As I said, there was a lot of encouraging words.  I started passing people and then felt like I was pushing to much for this early in the race. So, I trained my eyes on the one couple that seemed to be going a fast but manageable pace.  I tried to stick with them the whole time. 

By the time the 2 mile mark came, I was feeling pretty good.  And true to form, the couple did not slow down. We were at a 15 minute mile then.  Seeing that gave me a little more energy.  I passed yet another water stop up because I'm not one who drinks much while walking or running because I must have the weakest bladder around.  After that pass, I turn right and see the last stretch of mile ahead.  They were right. It was uphill.  But after seeing it, I vowed not to look again. Instead, I kept my eyes on my couple and those around me.  Passing a young girl tossing her cookies on the side, people waved down the bike cops to come and check on her.  Just after that we hit the incline.

I could see the last turn coming up.  About this time I had picked up momentum and was side by side with my couple.  I turned to them and said, 'I want to thank yall for being my marks.  You kept an awesome pace and it kept me there.'  This brought on introductions. Mary and Trey.  They were very nice and chatty and encouraging.  We took hit mile 3 and joked with others as we all crossed together.  Mary said they had planned to run the last few feet but decided she would rather be thought of as a fast walker than a slow runner. I thought that was funny.

The post race atmosphere was awesome.  Of course we had bananas but also there was a lot of vendors and church members offering up much more.  We had brown rice, turkey cheese mash, spicy chicken breast, granola, fruit, many different waters, protein drinks and of course Red Bull. The selection was pretty darned good.  While noshing on the goodies, there was live music which I have to say was some of the best I've heard.  If you are a fan of Glee, you would have been a fan of this band.  It was the praise band from the church.  

After enjoying a little music and being tempted to dance along with others, I finally had to drag myself away. It's the husband's birthday and he's babysitting while I'm doing this.  Not a great way to spend a birthday.  Besides, I had not even thought of a gift yet.  So, I began the lonely trek home.

My lonely trek home.



                   It was such a lovely way to spend my morning. It would have been even better had the husband been there. I know he was rooting for me from afar.  See yall next year Caleb organizers.

I've Found That Lovin' Feeling!

So, the husband and I did another outdoors workout.  In case any of you are wondering why the heck we would endure the high heat instead of the coolness of the gym, I will tell you it was necessary. We were going to the gym and it got to be boring and we were really missing our outdoors. Normally, we would have been doing the walks anyway but when the temperatures hit 100 degrees and stayed that way, we stayed indoors.  As many of you know, when you get bored with workouts, you tend not to work as hard. We fell into that habit. Just going through with the motions on one machine and moving to the next.  And I don't know about you but looking at myself in the gym mirrors slugging it out on another machine is not very inspiring. 

Then my husband decided that his cholesterol was getting to close to the max mark, he vowed to clean up his eating again and decided to take the workouts back outside to mix it up.  Of course this meant I had to follow.  Now I'm not at all saying these workouts are easy. They are grueling and the sun beating down on us is just not all that pleasant. But we are smart enough to change our usual gravel trail (with zero shade relief) to a location where there are nice, shady,mature trees.  It provides a nice break.  There are water stops and plenty of people frequent it. And the hill on this one is one that speaks to me and I cuss back. 

I complain and I whine about this mixing it up game the husband has thrown at me but man, do I feel so much better. I'm feeling more accomplished and feel like I'm back in the game.  When the gym workouts became too routine, I got bored and lost that 'lovin' the active life' feeling.  Now it's back and I'm so very thankful. 

Happy Trails peeps!

Quote of the day: "That's not sweat , It's my body crying..."

I'm Like Ali

I once heard that Muhammad Ali didn't like his workouts.  If so, today I was channeling that dislike.

Today's workout was weird.  Due to a family loss and very little sleep, we decided to nix the morning workout and vowed to do one this afternoon.  My day was not bad but it also wasn't great.  I picked up the mood after lunch (thanks to those dreaded fries Temptation Tammy pushed on me).  When I got home, I was a little tired but had to take the time to talk with the sweet little older neighbor. She's a talker.  After her I had to take out the dogs.  When I finally got back in, the husband was there and he encouraged me to lay down and rest for a little while.  I actually fell asleep for about 30 minutes. Probably would have slept more had I not received a text message.  I got up and he's preparing some dinner salads.  I was grateful and hungry.  Then he says, 'Do you want to eat before or after out the workout?'  I got a sinking feeling with a smidgen of frustration.

Wordlessly, I went and got changed and put on my shoes.  May as well get this over with.  Where did this attitude come from?  I had no idea. We decided to do a walking workout and follow it up with the gym.  About 15 minutes into the walk, I still had that feeling. The feeling that I just did not want to do this. In fact, quitting would have suited me just fine.  But he was next to me and I kept telling myself eventually I would start to feel that 'thing' that keeps me going.  Thirty minutes later, I told the husband 'I just don't feel right.' He said if I didn't feel well, we could go back home.  It wasn't that I didn't feel well, I just felt....unmotivated?  I don't know. This feeling is foreign to me.  There was no reason to actually stop.  We had gotten a good distance and turning around would not have made any sense. 

When we got to the park, we made the circle (uphill first).  Upon finishing the loop, he asked me if I was feeling better. I nodded no knowing full well that he intended to make that dreaded circle again.  I didn't complain.  I made the circle. I still didn't like it.  We finally headed back in the direction of home and I was sweating something terrible.  It was 98 degrees of misery.  When we finally got home, he handed me the keys.  He said 'You go home and I'm going to finish up in the gym.'  I finally accepted that I was just plain tired. I gave in and went home. And it was good. I sat outside while the dogs did their thing and then was awarded with a nice cool shower.

Do I feel better?  I can't really say. I'm glad to be done with it. Mentally, I'm very proud that I went through with it despite how I felt.  Physically, my body is too tired to know if it feels good.  Maybe I can determine that later. I do know I hope that feeling is a rare occurrence.  I don't like feeling like I don't want to workout. It's too easy to give in to it.  I guess this just goes to show me that I still have a long way to go.

Quote for the Day: "I hated every minute of training, but I said, don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life a champion." - Muhammad Ali

How To Work Off Worry

I've had a hard day. I'm talking the kind of day where it squeezed every ounce of sunshine, lollipops and high fructose sweet out of me!  Oy vey!

How bad you ask?  This was an instant message to a work buddy:
Me: Sucky moment thoughts-->the leprechaun, the fairy,Easter bunny and Santa have all gone on strike. the leprechaun is suing mother nature for discriminating against the vertically challenged. The fairy is suing  because she has to wear a dress and long hair when all she wants to do is go...you know. The Easter bunny is in a class action lawsuit with P.I.T.A. for mistreatment of animals (aka bunny mills) and Santa....well he's sitting pretty. Only has to work one day a week. The other 364 are spent eating an American diet, no exercise, getting fat and getting all the credit for hard working parents all over the world.
Me:... but I'm not bitter....

Me: ...and this crazy life goes on...

I don't want to go into detail because I promised myself that today would not be the day to try and iron it all out. Today was the day I would allow myself to just be annoyed and that's it.  I did. I had to go home for a bit (which brought on more annoying discoveries) and then went back to work.  And sadly enough, work was what I needed to turn it around.  I found so much to laugh about that it made my problems seem just a little bit smaller.  This was good. 

When I got home, my husband gave me a big hug and held on.  This was also good.  But then he said something that made me feel even better. He said, 'We need to go work off this worry.'  Well hells bells if this wasn't what I had decided before I left work. That was my plan all along.  So, after a small meal, we put on our shoes and hit the dusty, 100 degree trail. We walked 4 miles and sweat like crazy. Just as we were making our way back in the direction of home, he said something that seriously made my heart drop.  He said, 'From here we go to the gym and workout about 20 minutes more.'  I say my heart dropped because I was mentally and physically tired and wanted nothing more than to go home, shower and lounge on the sofa. I swore to him that I had nothing left to give.  He said I could just watch him.  Hm....

Obviously, I didn't get to do that. My competitive self wouldn't allow it.  So straight off the gravel trail, we dragged our sweaty and dusty bodies to the gym.  I did the dreaded elliptical for 15 minutes and then rocked a free weights workout for 15 minutes more.  I was spent but damned if I felt better than I had all day.  The man was right! This workout brought clarity.  It helped me realize that I am bigger than my problems. I can always do more than I think and the pain of that workout was real but the feeling of accomplishment was out of this world!

Now, I get to lay it down and get my mind ready to tackle my problems tomorrow. I do think I am in a much better place for finding solutions.  Goodnight!

Quote for the Day:

Ninety percent of the world’s woe comes from people not knowing themselves, their abilities, their frailties, and even their real virtues. Most of us go almost all the way through life as complete strangers to ourselves.

I Smile

This is just a quick post.  Sometimes it's the little things that remind me that I am in this place for a reason and it is a good place.  I took Sofie out for final call potty.  She only wanted to bark at the cat.  I had to pull Baxter out of his crate and sit him on the grass outside.  I didn't realize the cat was there.   He walked up to it and sniffed and licked the cat's nose.  I couldn't help but smile.  Thank goodness for understanding cats. 

Then, I went into the bathroom to remove my contacts while the husband was in the shower.  He's singing an Eric Clapton song.  It is a botched rendition but very cute.  He doesn't know all the words and hums and then adds some French words and then picks it back up.  I didn't let him know I was there because I don't think he intended anyone to hear this.  So very cute that I was grinning the entire time I was removing my contacts. 

I had been brooding over some things all day.  He even suggested we see a funny movie to lighten my mood.  We went and saw Larry Crowne.  It was funny but I think this evening shower singing show was the best thing for me.  I can honestly say the fact that he can have me grinning without even knowing it, is but one of the reasons I love him. 

I'm very thankful for all the little things that work together to form the one big thing I call My Life.  It's good.

Have a good night!