I went to the gym during my lunch today which means I got home early tonight. I've already done the dishes and started dinner which means I have nothing left to do but sit here and blather on to all of you.
A few months ago I made a goal to buy smaller jeans the my husband. About a week ago I finally bought them. They fit. I was so fucking happy. However, after that I realized that my husband always buys his jeans at least two sizes too big, which means that my other goal of having a smaller waist then my husband was not acheived. His baggy jeans tricked me into thinking I had finally developed a smaller waist then him. This bothered me for hours and hours last week.
The weather is warming up and the sun is staying out longer which obviously means it's time to sit outside and water my rosemary with a nice glass of whiskey and lime. I will try not to drown myself in the hose while watering with a buzz. It should be noted that since December 1st I've probably only had five total drinks.
I've been bathing suit shopping. It's a little more fun this year. I ordered the cutest bikini from Victorias secret. I am still on the hunt for a one piece but I've been road blocked by the fact that my Reno stores haven't caught up to the fact that spring break is right around the corner and dammit women need at least a month to hem and haw over swimwear.
My bra size has gone down from a 38D to a 36D. This is exciting. Last time my cup size changed and I was not pleased. This time only my rib size changed but I got to keep my D. I am going to be devestated when I drop into the C cup area.
Little league starts soon and I am thrilled. We have our own team this year (Rob is managing Codi's team) and then Rob coaches Brandons team. I somehow managed to finagle making the team we manage be the Giants. I am obsenely excited about this shit. I am not excited about the four days of little league clinics I have coming up. I am excited for the unlimited access to nacho cheese again when the snack bar opens. Unresonable excited about that part.
I've added in a second trainer. He specializes in plyometrics. Dammit. I will be bikini ready by next summer.
Also, it should be noted that I jumped on the boxes at the gym this weekend. I've only been wanting to do that for three years but I've been too affraid. Now I'm a box jumping pro. I did three sets of ten, which might explain why my ass hurts so motherfucking bad today.
That's all for now. I have to go make sure I didn't burn dinner while I was drinking, watering and typing.
PS, My spell check button doesn't work. I am sorry in advance for all of the errors. But not too too sorry.