You Are Who You Are,

It occurred to me that it might be my turn to blog. It semi is. I TECHNICALLY was the last person to blog, but I only told you to bring it on (which I still mean).

Here's a little nugget of knowledge for you. Ohio is in the bottom 10 on the list of happiest states in the country. Hawaii is number one. That's reason enough for me. I'm moving to Hawaii. I have always wanted to surf a volcano. Besides, I hear it's nice there this time of year, nay THE WHOLE YEAR!

Oh no, I'm starting to feel the chest pains. The spasms are coming. RRRRUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It actually means I just need to eat. I'll wait until 11:30. It's 10:50 right now. Adversity builds character right? Right.

So here's what I like about my gym: I have a little family there. There's a group of people, myself included, who take a bunch of classes together and always talk afterwards. We also all facebook stalk each other. There's also some drama in the family, like any other family. But it's not enough to make me stop loving them :) It makes going to the gym fun.

My hands are dry. Where's my lotion? Oh here it is... It has a skull and crossbones on it. It's from halloween. It's actually not, I'm just that intense.

My life is crazy busy right now. Just so you know. I have work, the gym, church, small group, bible study (which I might have to drop), my tiny attempt to practice music and write songs, running my charitable foundation for squirrels injured in tree falling incidents, being Rihanna's personal assistant, designing my own clothing line for scare crows, AND mothering 3 new born bird abandoned by their flighty mother.

So as I am sure you already since I've been making sure EVERYONE I talk to knows, my favorite trainer/class instructor (Bobby) at my gym in now gone. I have never felt the sting of this fact more than last night at kickboxing class, the class Bobby used to teach. Another trainer taught it. He also teaches a kickboxing class, but in a very different way. He wanted to try and make the Monday night kickboxing as similar to Bobby's as possible. He failed. It was a complete and utter disaster. First of all, he didn't prepare or even try to learn Bobby's routine, so some of the regulars were blind-sided when asked to essentially lead the class. When that didn't work for the first half, he took over, but it just wasn't as upbeat and energetic as Bobby's class. And Becca, I need upbeat and energetic for that class or else I don't make it. I NEED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I won't even get into how awful the music was. Beat=non existent. I spent 2 hours last night searching for and buying new songs on iTunes to use for next week's class. I miss Bobby.

Well this is getting long. And I don't think I have anything else to fill you in on. Did I just end that sentence with a preposition? I'm never sure. Sorry if I did. I didn't mean to offend anyone. Or did I? That is how I primarily try to offend people, through grammatical errors? (see what I did there?)

Did you know that my imaginery boyfriend Kyle is a marine biologist? He's actually a cowboy, when he's not being a secret agent pretending to be a dairy farmer.

That's enough nonesense,

Lovely Luna