Meet "The Beast", my new best friend. This one pictured is one I got off the internet. It's shiney and pretty. Mine, not so pretty. It has been taking up space under my bed with the various dog toys and dust bunnies. But last night, I finally dragged it out and set it up.
I have finally gotten to that point of being sick and tired of being sick and tired. So it's time for a lifestyle change. It's time to get back to that active, fit, energetic person I once was. It's time for me to start moving again. I want to get back to walking 3 to 5 miles a day. However, right now, The Beast is going to have to do. It's too freaking hot to walk at the local track and I am not getting up any earlier than I already do to hit the track before getting ready for work. So until the weather starts cooling off, The Beast and I will developed a love/hate relationship. The Beast will love not being stuck under the bed and I will hate The Beast not being stuck under the bed!
Sunday nights are always hard for me to get to sleep. I am not sure why. But by Monday morning, I am typically walking in my sleep until around 7 am at work. I always try to get into bed around 830 to 9pm and on Sunday's it's usually around 930 to 10 pm before I finally doze off to sleep. Well, last night was no exception. At 9pm, I get into bed and watch a little bit of tv. By 930pm, I am getting very sleepy. I think Chris told me to roll over (because I was snoring in his ear) around 950pm. I was drifting off to never never land when all of a sudden I am jolted awake by a horrible noise, a stupid freaking air horn. An AIR HORN at 1030pm! Where? Why? WHO?!
And it wasn't just an air horn blowing, it was loud screaming, hooping, hollering, chanting, laughing.... Chris and I both bolt from the bed to see what the heck was causing all of the noise outside...apparently the church across the street was having some sort of parking lot party. I am not sure why they were having a party, but it because very relavent within 5 minutes in a bus pulls into the parking lot and about 30 loud people started cheering. Kids were returning from camp...OMG, you would think that Casting Crowns or Steven Curtis Chapman had pulled into the parking lot....but noooo, it was about 20 kids that piled off that bus.
Chris and I stood out on the front porch, smoked a ciggerette and discussed whether or not we would go to hell if we called the cops. Our neighbor came outside and joined us on the our front porch and the discussion. The hoopla lasted for about another 30 minutes and finally at 11pm, the parking lot had emptied. So back to bed we went. Chris went to sleep right away...but not me. Oh NO WAY, I was awake, wide awake. I think it was 1 am the last time I looked at the clock...I am tired, really really tired this morning.
