Monday, March 22, 2004

Exhausting Part II

For some reason, I had a great chest and tricep work out tonight. I was able to progress up to the 60lb dumbells on the flat bench press, so I was stoked about that. I usually stop at 55 lbs.

Came home, got cleaned up, and headed to the mall for some Mexican food. It was tasty and there was a lot of funny stuff going on. It was also hot as _____ up in that restaurant. Of course, it is now a Monday tradition for Jon and I to parade around the mall with our friends babies and pick up chicks. Is that wrong? ROFL Oh man. Wow. LOL

Ok, you know what's scary... tonight at dinner I used the word "Spilly" in a sentence....

[Kailyn raises cup w/ lid and straw to her mouth at a sharp angle]
[I utter the phrase, in that weird no-testosterone high pitched voice] "Kailyn... you're gonna spilly spilly."

What the crap was that? Why do we talk like that around babies? Can they not understand us in our own normal speaking voice (That is very testosterone based for us heterosexual males)?

You know what else is scarry?? I'm beginning to like this whole "baby" idea more and more. Of course, the best part is it's someone else's baby so there's no cleaning, feeding, or lack of sleep associated with it for me, so that's probably why I really like it so much. LOL It really is amazing to just see the thing grow up. Wow, I just had a flashback to like 7 years ago when Allison had her baby, and I use to be over at her house like... a lot... into the frickin' wee hours of the morning with her and the baby. That's strange, but I haven't thought about her and those nights until just now.

Anyways, Jon, Elizabeth, and I went down to Dillards because Jon said he ~thought~ he saw that girl working there tonight... Alas, he was incorrect in his assumption.

I'll tell you what. I may work out a lot and stuff, but trying to keep up with a baby is a lot of frickin' work. Wow... and I only am involved for like 30 minutes at a time. Good Lord I need some HGH.

I must rest. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

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