2007

Everyone is always so excited about a "new year" but, really, the only thing that ever changes is the date on the checks I write. I'm still going to eat a boatload of junk food and not exercise nearly enough. I'm going to have great plans for working out more, sure--I may even spend a bunch of money on some gear or other to enable the dream. But when it comes right down to it, I'm just going to end up sitting on my ever increasingly fat ass and play video games or watch HGTV. I'm going to continue to complain about my crazy work schedule, but I'm too afraid to make a change. I'm a Taurus. I wallow in my ruts.

All cynicism (realistic-ness) aside, we have made pacts to get back in shape. I worked out on the bowflex for about 5 minutes this morning, and then went on my first bike ride in months (I was trying to download all the fascinating data from my Garmin 301 for your perusal and ridicule, but I can't get the computer to recognise the unit). R has been jumping rope and walking. We plan on throwing away all the extra holiday goodies we haven't already consumed. We probably won't, but we *plan* on it, and that's what counts, right? The thought?

I'm also, supposedly, working on my resume so I can show it to a woman R works with; she has offered to help me with it. Here's the scary part. I'm too embarrassed to show it to this woman to critique--and yet it's what I send out in hopes of finding a new job?

It's really just a ramble here, folks. A train wreck of words and emotions. Thanks for stopping by. Another of my "resolutions" is to write more and write better.

Oh, and Ink! You do realise that Albuquerque is not so very far from here, right? We should get together sometime. R and I would love to see you guys!