On my quest to lose weight, save money, and help the environment, I dropped 500 bones on a bike Saturday with the goal of riding it to work on days where rain was not in the forecast.
So today, I did it. I’ll be riding nearly nine miles a day, hopefully five days a week.
I felt like I was going to puke at one point, but oh my fsm, I felt so awesome. Like a kid – excited about my new bike! Such an awesome feeling.
I read this story today, written by a 18-year-old emergency room attendant about the experience of taking a baby in that the baby’s mother did not want. It was poignant, and strangely enough, was one of the most interesting things I’ve seen on the net in a long time.
Read it. But don’t judge the mom. She did something noble. At least she didn’t leave the baby in a dumpster.
- Zilla and I dropped the L bomb. Last Wednesday. At his house. While watching Keeping Up Appearances on DVD. It went something like this:
Kitty: You know that I totally love you, right?
Zilla: (playful smile on his face) I love you too.
Not all dramatic, but very “us” all in the same. Dammit though – I wanted him to say it first so my insecurities wouldn’t reason that I had somehow coerced him into saying it. Oh well. It’s said. It was sweet. My heart kinda melted … at least a bit.