Not Proud of Myself But. . .

When I am in the ladies room & I hear someone talking on a phone, the adolescent boy in me wants to rip a loud, juicy fart.

But I don't do that. 

I just want to.

What's your favorite re-run?

Hi!

I have been going to school pretty much full time all summer. 

I got a week off last week, where I intended to catch up on blogging, reading, and laundry.

Didn't catch up on ANY of it.

School starts again TODAY.

So I'm going to re-post some stuff.

A lot of stuff.

Any requests????

My Latest Crush. . .

I have a new crush!

He's handsome, dark & lean with abs like Michael Phelps.

He's got big brown eyes and a smile that fills the room.

Sigh.

Did I mention that he has abs like Michael Phelps?  Because he totally does.

Ok -- I need to remind everyone that just because I say "crush" doesn't mean I want to kiss him or anything.  I am very much in love with my husband, who also has abs like Michael Phelps.  Well -- like Michael Phelps will have in 10 years if he doesn't lay off the weed.  (Munchies, man.  Not good.)  It's a totally platonic crush.

As you can tell, there is a new guy working out at V-Fit.

And he is AWESOME!

His name is Albert.  He's Gabe's cousin.  They have really similar builds -- lean and muscular.  They each have an almost indescribable intensity.  They are both kind, and funny, and patient with me.

They both kick my ass.

But Albert humbles me.

He gently but deliberately inspires all around him to give a little sumpin' more.  Because he does.

Albert happens to have cerebral palsy. 

It doesn't keep him from lapping me during runs, or pushing himself really hard when the rest of us are whining.

He's totally dreamy.

Especially his abs.

Drool.