Whenever the boyfriend (or anyone, for that matter) tells me there is good news and bad news I ALWAYS want the BAD first, so that's how I will start...

Bad:

I have only ran on Monday.

BUT...

Good:

I continue to take the stairs and have done 22 stories up and down... today, I decided I would keep track.

And I have been writing everything I have been eating down.

I am feeling better! yay!

It also helps that my "sister" is in town (she's really not my "sister", but she's my sister). My cute little "niece" (again the same scenario) is not here, but mommies need breaks, too. As many of you know, she is carrying my (and Charlie's) future God baby! yay!

The following story has NOTHING to do with fitness or health, but it was just too funny not to share... you heard the disclaimer!

So, I was talking to the boy last night and I told him that I hope it's a boy; he hopes it is a girl. Yet, I think it'll be a girl and then he said "fine, I'll take the opposing stance" - meaning he thinks (or maybe doesn't think) it's a boy. The following will be in conversation format...

Him: "Two girls! You had a sister and look at all the fun you had."
Me: "And that turned out 'well'?!"
Him: "Well, you had fun!"
Me: "Yeah, we did. We would always play teacher/ student. And guess who was always the teacher?"
Him: "***** was."
Me: "Yes, miss bossy-ass herself. We also would have coloring contests between us and go to my dad when we were finished to 'grade' them. Of course, we were ALWAYS a tie!"
Him: "If I had kids (* NEITHER OF US WANT KIDS *), I would be a fair judge and pick a winner." (laughingly)
Me: "No, you wouldn't! You couldn't take sides!"
Him: "Yes, I would. How else would they learn to color within the lines?"
Me: "Coloring outside the lines is not always a bad thing!"
Him: "Yes, it is - I would tell them what needed to be fixed."

By this time, I am laughing my butt off, because there is no way he is completely serious.

Me: "Did you know I won a coloring contest in fourth grade?"

Then, I learned something new about the boyfriend of 10 years, 8 months.

Him: "I won a coloring contest, too. I won a $50 savings bond, which is in my desk drawer and is probably $66 by now."
Me: "All I got was a $2 bill!" haha

Then, we were describing our "works of art". Isn't it funny the little details you remember about your childhood?!

Mine was had a fire station theme. His, a Christmas theme with Santa.

Mine in marker. His in crayon.

Mine outlined in black marker. His outlined in shading (dark to light).

Mine having a background that no kid had. It was flames from red to orange to yellow.

His NOT colored. LINED. He carefully, meticulusly colored in straight lines.

Isn't it even more funny that somethings do not and will not change?!

I continue to color outside the lines- and in BOLD colors - crazy and messy tied into one.

He is neat, tidy, organized, shy.

Yet, at the same time, still winners, huh? But oh so polar opposite.

That's why we're perfect for each other - he's everything I am not, and I am everything he's not or he does things I don't, etc. He's neat; I am messy. I live in the clouds, he is realistic. I am bold and outlandish, he's well-mannered, but still knows how to make me laugh.

Random, yes.

I was talking to Bud1 today and just randomly went from one story to another. And he looked at me confusingly. I said, what?! Oh, I am sorry, different subject. Work with me. He said, I seem to be the only one that doesn't get your "stories". Then I said, no, you're probably the only *honest* one who doesn't pretent to "get" my stories. hahaha. I am still laughing over this one.

Have a great weekend!!!!!! The sis and I are going to the farmer's market! Quadrupole yay!