Exercise Gives You Gas… And Other Randomness

So last night, I worked out for a long time after having foregone a workout. In a long time. And it was a good workout. Just me, my sweats, my newly purchased sports bras from Tarzhay, and a new exercise DVD. After coming down with bronchitis, me and workouts weren’t exactly on speaking terms, and I’ve got weight to lose because, honestly, I was supposed to be documenting that whole process, and I could just see this ugly spiral of procrastination churning in my belly and… never mind. You know what I’m saying.

Needless to say, I got my butt kicked. I hurt. I think I may have even cried a little. I farted A LOT! Did you know exercise pushes all that air out of you? I always wonder if I should ask BFam to spot me as extra motivation but, after last night, I’m thinking not.

Bo seemed not to mind.

My tattoo has healed nicely. I’m thinking of getting more added to it because, like I said, tattoos are addictive. And I’m still dumb. Obviously. Hello?!

I heart this dog. I can’t even help myself sometimes.

FUN FACT: Did you know that dogs can sense ailment before humans can? Before I was diagnosed with bronchitis, Bo routinely laid on my chest. He’d never done it before and I had no clue he was trying to tell me something. All this time I had my own personal Lassie and didn’t know it.

When I die, I’m leaving everything to him. (Sorry kids.)

I could really go for a glass of this right now.

It’s almost Spring which means it’s almost Summer which means AWESOME!

Which also means I’ve got to find a new word to replace awesome. I’m really starting to show my age here.

Mooter’s playing soccer in the Spring, and she’s going out for softball. Who’s trying to get coordinated? Eh? EH?!

(Also, that kid has grown AT LEAST a foot since this was snapped. Heaven help my wallet!)

This is my favorite picture of Booger. I don’t know why.


These acts of randomness were brought to you by nostalgia.

Is it Spring yet?!