“More Cowbell” continues to engage my writer’s brain and brighten my day. I have soooo much fun here with all of you. So, on the plus side of the goals, blogging is swimming along, doing a graceful backstroke in a flirty pink polka-dotted bikini.
Over on the side of the blogging pool, hiding out in the cabana tent, you can find me and my exercise goals (they got added in with the Life List Club). I promised to exercise for THREE hours a week and all of you shouted Zumba! at the top of your lungs.
I trooped off to my 24-Hour Fitness last Friday morning, raring to try some Zumba. While I liked it quite a bit, I think I need some different shoes to really love it (and not turn my ankle) so I’m getting myself prepped for this week’s class.
Fabulous news: I found out there’s a great Kid’s Club at my gym so I can combine activities (my favorite thing) two mornings a week and get my workout in while Baby Girl socializes. THAT kind of efficiency is soooo exciting!
Here’s wishing for a Baby Girl who eats like a truck driver all week so she has a fun time at Kid’s Club (and Mommy gets to exercise)…
Not a single word on the memoir this week. I’ll just let that little gem settle into the Row80 pool and sink to the bottom. I’m sure I’ll be ready to rip by next week, but Dang…
It has been so hard to watch one of my best friends lose her second parent in 9 months. Not only does it bring back memories of my own mother’s passing, the business of death just sucks wide.
Funeral arrangements, obituaries and estates are necessary things but they’re just a bitch and a half to do. When you’re grieving, they feel like Mount Everest, don’t they?
Hate the Death-Biz.
What are you up to this first week of August? Are you doing Okympic laps around the Row80 Pool, or just floating along on a big yellow Pool Noodle? Do you have any tips about Death-Biz (besides Xanax and vodka)?
Enquiring minds always want to know here at More Cowbell!