It's just never enough!
For Christmas, I bought a black 1999 Camaro Z28 6-speed manual transmission. I have had MUCH fun working on it and adding my own personal touch since then. Last night we installed new speakers. Zoom zoom!
Nearly without fail I wash my car every weekend.
In January, I started graduate school. Much to my happiness my hard work during my first semester of school in 12 years paid off and I made an A in "Writing for the Business Professional." Rock on.
I start my second class, "Proposal Writing," in two weeks.
I bought rollerblades and didn't fall and break my neck on the first tryout. Still much, MUCH learning to do, though.
I ride 14 miles on my bike every weekend and totally kick ass.
I have worked up to a 5 minute sprint on the treadmill, doing 90% of my maximum heart rate the whole time. Whilst this may seem insignificant, considering that I *never* ran a day in my life until the past six months may give you some insight into why I am so very pleased by this.
Continue working out at the Y and although I cannot see any buffness in the mirror, I am *loads* healthier and stronger and have incredible endurance comparatively.
Back in touch with a friend I hadn't seen in 5 years.
I'm back to blonde. It's better that way, for everyone.
Memorial Day Weekend I'm going to Atlanta for a hugemongous Camaro convention. This will be my second Camaro convention, but my first as a Camaro owner.
That's probably just about enough public declarations for a private person.
Nearly without fail I wash my car every weekend.
In January, I started graduate school. Much to my happiness my hard work during my first semester of school in 12 years paid off and I made an A in "Writing for the Business Professional." Rock on.
I start my second class, "Proposal Writing," in two weeks.
I bought rollerblades and didn't fall and break my neck on the first tryout. Still much, MUCH learning to do, though.
I ride 14 miles on my bike every weekend and totally kick ass.
I have worked up to a 5 minute sprint on the treadmill, doing 90% of my maximum heart rate the whole time. Whilst this may seem insignificant, considering that I *never* ran a day in my life until the past six months may give you some insight into why I am so very pleased by this.
Continue working out at the Y and although I cannot see any buffness in the mirror, I am *loads* healthier and stronger and have incredible endurance comparatively.
Back in touch with a friend I hadn't seen in 5 years.
I'm back to blonde. It's better that way, for everyone.
Memorial Day Weekend I'm going to Atlanta for a hugemongous Camaro convention. This will be my second Camaro convention, but my first as a Camaro owner.
That's probably just about enough public declarations for a private person.