Yeah, bite me. I know what day it is.
Anyhoo, it's a little project we have going - my brother's brother, my brother's sister and I. (Wanna read theirs? Linketh on the right.)
So without further ado, I give you ... my Ten on Tuesday:
- Most of the people I work with are really cool, but there is one person who just makes me want to eat my own hand rather than talk to her. You could go on a three-day bender or talk to her; you'll lose the same amount of brain cells either way, and the bender is a helluva lot more fun.
- My pants don't fit. I bagged up two trash bags of clothing that doesn't fit anymore. Some heavy chick is gonna get a great wardrobe from Goodwill. Today I wore a pair of pants that used to make me feel like Kathryn Hepburn - full leg, cuffed, camel in color. They fit ... 40 pounds ago; now they're in the bags for donation. But hell, at least my workout clothes fit. Which brings me to ...
- The mirror and I are getting along. There are mirrors everywhere in the gym, so we can keep an eye on our form. I used to shy away from them, but yesterday I started to look. And ya know what? In general, I have pretty solid form. On the bike during spinning yesterday, I looked like an athlete, strong and in control. Boxing drills? I look like I could kick someone's ass. And keeping an eye on the mirror reminds me to suck in the tummy.
- Abs. I has them. They're not pretty yet, but they're there. And there is nothing like the vision of near-perfect abs to make me work mine harder than ever. Seriously, there is nothing like a man with beautiful abs. It gives me hope that I might sometime find my own. But for the moment, I am more than content to look.
- I'm not perfect. I am not a perfect friend, a perfect sister, a perfect aunt, perfect daughter, perfect writer ... perfect anything. But I do the best I can, from where I am, all the time.
- Laying in the sun is a great way to spend a Saturday. Sure, I used SPF 30 so I barely got any tan, but that's not what it was about. It was about letting the sun warm my skin, falling asleep beside a good friend, and smelling Coppertone on my shoes later that same day.
- Divorce is sad, even when you're ready for it. But support can come from the most unlikely of places, like Vita at the gym, or Sharon in e-mail, or even myself, when i think I'm completely tapped out.
- I've said it before, but I'm putting it in writing here for the world to see: Love is like a rubber band. The further away life takes you, the stronger you feel its pull. I know Chris, Janie and Liam feel it in Oregon; Chermaine in Texas; Mike, Rae and Kaylee in Tucson; Clan Rice Carlson scattered across Illinois; Matt, Becky and Alice just a wee hour away, and Patrick and Ed an hour in the opposite direction; my Wisconsin family in (wait for it ...) Wisconsin; and yes, my brother James in India. Can you feel it?
- There are storms rolling in. I used to love watching them with Christopher. I know enjoy them differently, but I still enjoy them. Would I love someone to share them with? Of course. But that's why I called Patrick. We can share, even if it's just over the phone.
- It's almost August. I can hardly believe summer is slipping away. So I'm grasping onto a little denial and I'm just gonna embrace the calendar. It's summer until September 21, people. That's a little fact you just can't ignore.