ruff ruff ruff

i've began to appreciate the softer side of things. kleenex, first of all. i think that the kind we buy for the house is sandpaper grit 200. for sandpaper, nice and fine. for your face, not too comfy. we actually buy the nicer stuff, too, not the 0.7 ply bullshit. it's ok, tho. i try to just shoot everything out of the nose in proximity of said nose-blotting device, and minimize the actual wipeage. ouch ouch ouch.

i'm going to guess this is a little less than savory for most folk. let's move on.

when i was growing up, i used to insist that the best, most effective way to clear out a cold was to go swimming. outdoors. in the winter. i still stand by this assertion. you get out of the pool all refreshed and tired-out, park for a bit in the jacuzzi with all the old retired folk that frequent the tennis club, then shower and go home a totally new person. it drove my mother insane, but after years and years of her kid spending 3-8 hours a day in the water and never being the worse for it, you'd think she'd relent and admit that it has its health benefits.

if i'm feeling better by friday i might take trev up on the westin pool offer. my draggy-ass arms are likely going to be completely pathetic, but i'm curious to see how this'll go. also mildly curious about the ass-kicking portion of the program - he's obviously a boy and he works out a lot, and i'm just a girl that hasn't worked out in 3 weeks with significant levels of asthma, so logically, there's be no contest, right?

i... want... to... win...

ha ha ha.

i never said i was realistic.