Nearing the end of week one.

Week one of the Self Challenge. Which I will complete. Which I have a darn good start on. I have a goal in mind. Initially the goal is to lose 2 pounds a week. This can do. This is not hard. This is not forcing me to starve or to expect miracles in the last week of a failed attempt at dieting. But I have started well this time. I have only a 30 minute cardio and a 25 minute strength session left, both of which I will do tomorrow. Am thoroughly enjoying playing racquetball with Thomas. Spend more time chasing the ball after it goes over the fence than actually returning it! But a very good time anyway.

Tom and I put bids in on two pieces of land near Homosassa. Strange and quick, but not as scary as I thought it would be. Tom talks and talks and talks and talks and dreams and plans and wonders and ponders and on and on and on. I love him so much and get so tired sometimes. I would like some quiet, but I know I will hate the time when it is quiet. I try not to get mad. I try to be loving. I know I come off as aloof and uncaring. He thinks I'm in a bad mood. But all I really want is some silence. He gets so excited about things that aren't there yet. I feel like such a pessimist. He is so optimistic about the big things and gets so upset about the small things, like his shorts. Or a stain on fabric. Or a hole in the couch. And so excited about land that is no longer available. And houses we don't need. And trips that are too stressful to take all at once. Or maybe it's just me.
The bottom line is I love my Tomcat with all my heart and want him to be happy. I will move wherever he would like. I will purchase whatever he wants. I will decorate in a manner that pleases him. I will love him to the best of my ability. I will sex him up whenever he wants. I will share his enthusiasm for whatever happens to turn his wheels at that moment. I love my Tomcat.

Just a note......

.......love is having your husband tell you to lose the mustache and you do it promptly without feeling hurt.

Lemons and Sugar

We manage travelling because it's a serious passion for both of us. Fortunately, I discovered early that life is too short to be put off until tomorrow. Ya know? I used to plan vacations and moves and stuff all the time. I worked through so many vacations, birthdays, weddings, funerals, and parties in my teens and early 20's. I spent my late 20's buying fucking bike parts, going to naked fests, drunken fests and 'oh my god, my right to live to ride is going to be taken away' meetings that I had no money or time left over for anything I truly wanted to do. Now mind you, I met wonderful people (such as yourself) and have seen enough boobs and balls to give me a discriminating eye. So I have no regrets and am thankful that I have since made the decision to put my wants first. Luckily I found someone with like interests. Do you know that John and I had no like interests? I can't remember one. I loved to ride the bike. I wanted to ride the bike to SOMEWHERE other than a bar. John was afraid to be alone and away from his riding buddies. John had no opinion of his own. Everything he liked was because someone he admired (and I use that word loosely) was into it. (e.g. Motorcycles, hunting, shooting pool, being an ABATE officer, his music choices, even his job in the A/C business.) He had no friends before we met except Tony. I always wondered who he was and what he wanted out of life. We never discussed it. Strange that we marry people we don't know. Sometimes we discover we never know them and other times we discover we never wanted to know them. I'm glad I experienced John. Our marriage was a catalyst for so much in my life. On the other hand, I don't believe I would have lost out had we not married. But once again, there are so many people I would have not known and I would regret that. Strange how life works. Lemons and sugar.