Constant Beginnings

Tonight is night number 1 of the NBA Finals--YIIIPPPEEE! The Celtics will knock down the Lakers. That is my hope, wish, deep desire. I tried to find our girls some Pierce, Rondo or KG shirts, but had no luck. (The search is not over--I will prevail) Those are my three Celtic idols. Love them. I don't mind Big Baby, but with a nickname like that, I stay back a bit. Dumb. Anyway, living on the East Coast stinks as the game isn't on until 9:00. Needless to say, I won't be awake for much (I said MUCH, Lisa...I stay up a little later than 9 now a days ;)....so, here is my cheer. LET'S GO CELTICS!!!!

Hold onto your seats for what I am about to say is shocking. Here it is. Are you ready? Don't faint in disbelief, but I have gone to the gym (and worked out ;) 7 times in the past two weeks. YAHOO!! I debated about posting because exercise and I tend to have an on and off again relationship since children. But, I really need to reclaim my body so I can have more kids--a bit contradictory but who wants to be lifted by a crane into the hospital bed or have to wear a moo moo their entire pregnancy? Not me! Back to the gym...I don't do a whole lot because, after all, who wants to watch the post baby flab bouncing up and down while they are running? I know I don't. Lovely picture, I know. I am sure my husband is shaking his head right now. On a side, if you've ever worked out at a gym on base you know what I am talking about. It isn't the typical experience where you've got fatties and skinnies. Oh no. I am/was by far the biggest person there. Not good for the self-e...