A new week. A new life.
So softball is officially over. We had a double-header this past Friday at Avalon on Catalina Island. I can honestly say that I am going to miss softball. Ignoring the broken nose and severely bruised chin, I think I really stepped up to the plate with this one (pardon the pun). Despite the bi-polar pitcher, the girl that cried everytime she got out, and the irritating and badly sung chants, it was a memorable experience that I am not sure could ever be repeated. I cried a little tear of pride when the ump yelled "Infield fly rule," during our last game of the season and I actually knew what he meant. Who would've ever guessed. Not me.
But now those days are over, and it's time to concentrate on getting my bank account back above $0, and getting my ass down to a respectable size. I thought that running around playing various infield and outfield positions might have helped me take off a few pounds, but the drinks to celebrate our losses far outweighed the work-out.
So now I have a million things that I have been meaning to do, that I might actually be able to accomplish with the extra time. Topping the list is:
- Go to Target to spend my gift certificate from Marie
- Go to the fabric store to buy needles and finish the purse I was making
- Make wall art for the stairwell
- Go to Trader Joe's to (1) Get food, and (2) Use my gift certificates to save money
- Get back into silk-screening
- Burn more CDs for friends
- Tutor more for $$
- Watch my Netflix
- Begin walking with my gay neighbor
- Work out afterschool
But I'm giving up beer. It's definitely not on my new diet.