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It has been a month to the day since my last post. I'M SORRY KYNNIE!!! It has been a crazy busy month. Trying to finish up the school year. Courtney has been reading everything she sees. . . which in some cases is not so great. Some, well most, magazine headlines in the checkout lanes are NOT appropriate for children. She has really taken hold of the counting money thing, and is now figuring up how much she "charges" for chores ($5 to set the table), and how much she would make A DAY to do her chores daily. I kindly, but firmly, informed her that she lives here for free, eats food for free, uses my electricity for free. She will not be paid to do normal chores. Or I will start charging her for doing her laundry, meals, and whatever else I can come up with. It all evens out in the end either way! Hahaha!

Boot Camp is going great! After only 3 weeks I lost 3.2% body fat and 6 inches over all. Woohoo!!! And I have become a gym junkie. I love going. Some days are harder than others. Physically and mentally. Last week was really hard on my bad shoulder (injured 9 years ago lifting a 375+ patient when I worked for the private ambulance). Friday was the worst for it. Right now I'm worried about tomorrow. I have had a killer headache for 2 days, and just can't seem to shake it. Even with a nice long nap this afternoon. I won't miss tomorrow, but if this headache doesn't going to let up I will be miserable, not focused, and . . . very cranky.

I've hit that time of year, just before W4 (our VBS), where I debate the length of my hair. Do I cut it again, or keep it longer? I have decided it will be another month before I do anything. I will not go through another W4, in the horrible heat, with my hair too short for a pony tail. If you know me, my hair is almost always up. Since I've been doing the boot camp thing, I can't remember the last time I actually really straightened my (already straight) hair. Why waste time when I can just put it up? It took a year to get back long enough to just throw up anyways!

I am doing a 5k in August! My dear friend Marla is a pancreatic cancer survivor, and I will be running on her team for the Purple Stride 5k. I am considering putting on a 5k in the area for Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy or just the Muscular Dystrophy Association. I would have to pick some brains on how one goes about organizing a 5k. We shall see. Maybe I'll glean information this year, and have the 5k next year. Probably the latter since the Jerry Lewis Telethon is in September and my summer is already crammed full of not wanting to be rushed with something like organizing a 5k.

I have no new funny "I'm still single" stories for this post. I'm just still single. My friend asked me "So, have you been on many dates lately?" Which made me laugh, because he knew I hadn't been on a date in years. How would I magically go from none to more than 1? His reply to my asking who on earth would I go out with "There are about 1.5 billion guys to choose from." I really was rendered speechless. 1.5 BILLION guys, and no one wants to go out with me. Oh, sadness and heartbreak.

And on that note, my headache is telling me to go to bed. So, as always. . .

The.End.


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