After a day of much needed rain, the sun shone bright this morning. And I woke up feeling great. Don’t you love it when that happens?

I got up, jumped in the shower, got dressed and came to work. Mark asked me before I left “You gonna walk this morning?”

Shit. I knew I forgot something. THAT’S why I set the alarm.

So, it’s to the gym tonight. This will be the first workout in a while. I’m down 22lbs (almost 2 stone, Grant) and though I’m proud of that…if I don’t get this tub of lard back on the elliptical, and hit the weights again, I’m gonna find the tub expanding again at twice the speed of light.

Did you know that 14 lbs equals 1 stone? I always thought it was 10 lbs. Nope. It’s 14. Isn’t that just interesting?

I’ve been thinking about the late 80s and the early 90s alot lately. I’m feeling a retro-blog coming on. Especially if I can find some pics of me with the big hair and short skirts. I may have packed them all away in a “to-be-opened-never” vault–but if I can find some, I’ll scan them and post them.

My trip to Atlanta and the RWA National Conference is 2.5 weeks away! Where has the time gone? I swear it was just Christmas.

I heard from the lads and both are doing well and having a good time with their week off. They’ll get their assignments on Sunday and next week, some other lucky family will get to spoil them.