Oops and an Experiment

Last night, as I was cooking dinner, Michael called to say he would be a little bit late.  As soon as he got home something made me check our baseball tickets. I thought they were for tonight.  They were for last night.  And the game was about to start.  So I packed up dinner (I took mine with me) and we headed to the ballpark to be with my parents.  Team lost.

Today is an experiment.  I received my bike lock in the mail yesterday.  I want to see how far it is to the new gym (that hasn’t opened yet).  And there just happens to be a Startbucks nearby.  So I thought I would head to the Starbucks and reward myself with a Frappuchino.

Later is work, Sprouts and maybe Ulta.

About nfoste2245

I am approaching 40 and have been married since my early 20's. I have become more than a little frustrated with having to answer incredibly personal questions about my choice to not have children. It is apparently taboo to talk about religion and politics, but confronting me about my reproductive choices is fair game. It is not a choice I made alone, quickly or lightly. My husband and I made it together. I am not "withholding" children or grandchildren from anyone. There is an astonishing lack of understanding over the idea that it is an actual choice, to have a child or not. There is also an amazing lack of support, discussion and resources for those like me, that have made the choice. This is not a blog for kid-haters, or mocking people for having kids. It is a place where we can talk about living full lives, without kids, and without guilt.

Posted on August 29, 2012, in Fitness and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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