Since I don't have time to blog…let's BLOG!

So much changes in so little time. I finally am getting my head screwed on as straight as mine will go, that is! LOL.

Y'all know I like making a spectacle of myself. My latest was on Friday night. It was family fun night at the swim club. Translation: swimmers swim against their parents. ROFLMAO! Dee called as I was walking out the door and said, "Grab your suit it's parents swim night" So I frantically rummage through the swim drawer and discovered I had one option…a mis matching top and bottoms. OH WELL. So I throw that, sweats, the knitted nightgown as a cover up and a pair of flip flops. For what it's worth, don't pump gas in flip flops when it's below zero. That's silly! So I toodle on over to the pool, hang out with some parents and watch the proceedings….then it's my turn. The coach, bless his heart, asked me what I wanted to swim. Um. Want? I'm gonna be lucky to finish a 50 of anything resembling swimming. I couldn't care less. I don't know how to fly or breaststroke, but I would have faked it. Why not? Who cares? In for a dime, in for a dollar! I'm sitting there thinking, I'm sick, I smoke, I'm overweight…you think stroke choice matters? Hardly. She chose back (oh good, I can breathe on my back) and away we all went. Four decades later……..I finished with a time of 1:15. ROFLMAO. Pathetic! However, I've never had more fun. Then I was too stubborn to swim to the ladder (or too tired???) so I waited to pull my ass out of the pool with the backstroke handles on the starting blocks.

That was the turning point for my mood. Go figure! So, if you're having a sucky time of things, I fully recommend doing something totally out of character, out of your league and totally silly to turn the titanic around. Sooooo worth it.

I had MY first class yesterday. (they met on V-day, but you know, I'm a flake and I spent it on the pool deck) I LOVE IT!!! YIPPEE!!! I love having classes I love. I get to go back tonight and I lead reflection circle. This ought to be interesting.

Now I must shower and get to conferences before my time slot is over. That's 37 minutes. Yep, I love pushing the wire.