I Feel Good - Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh

I'm almost peppy right now. It's weird - things are good? Yes, yes, I think they are for the most part. Today was a good day. I've been starting the day with this Australian muesli recipe that my mom gave me. I normally HATE oatmeal, but this stuff has me really digging it. I add to it fourteen chopped raw almonds, thirty blueberries, and enough strawberries to be comparable to the amount of blueberries. It is SO GOOD. And good for me. I just noticed the amount of detail used to describe my breakfast, and I'm pretty sure it's because I watched Flipping Out tonight. Jeff Lewis is superbly unbalanced, and that's exactly why I watch the show. Excuse my detail. Seriously, though, I can give the muesli recipe to anyone that wants it....

In other news, I spent much of the afternoon on the Lowrey's back porch with one of my other mothers. Guess who. It was awesome to just sit, talk, and not feel compelled to be anywhere or do anything during that time. Everything gets so busy (and hectic and traumatic, etc) that I think I forget sometimes to just be in the moment, but today I stayed in it with Mama Lowrey. It was great to hear of her trip to England and made me inspired to maintain my goals for travel with Joe one day. But, as the comedian Killer Bees says, "SAVE UP!" (My mom might be the only person to get that, should she even read this. You reading this, Imms?)

After back porching it for a while I did go work out and what a Rolla treat that always is. When these odd looking muscular dudes go around strutting their shit and puffing their chests out, I do my best to look right through them. I hate that kind of female-attention-seeking male behavior, and I will not reinforce it. Now, I'm going to be mildly hypocritical and say that I do understand it to a certain degree (but not with the attention-seeking) with military dudes - around each other it boosts morale and maintains a sense of group comradeship. But when you're in a public gym, don't do that crap in front of me and walk toward me going the wrong direction on the track to get my attention. I'm horrified, repulsed, and damn glad I married Joe Mulia. Hooah.

Shout out time - Joe got six cards today at Airborne School. SIX. Five were from me and my whack ass family, but one was from Miss Sarah Hoss!! Thank you very much, Sarah. To you others who clearly dropped the ball - Arielle this means you (and you too, Mom) - you're dead to me. (pause) ARI!! Mama!! I'm just kidding!!!! :-) I LOVE YOU. Seriously, though, a relative of Joe's died last week, and today his family dog got put to sleep, and oh, he's been in military training for close to a year now away from the one good, pure thing in this world (me - giggle, snort, giggle) - shit's rough, and I know the cards were good to have today, so thank you, Sarah!

Shit, I'm tired. Blogging is exhausting. Time to summarize - tomorrow I have an hour massage to go to, and then I'm going to grill some chicken (never used a grill before) and take it to Mexi-night. Hell yes. The wine group from last week is getting together again, but this time with grapefruit margaritas. I don't think there will be a Wii present, but I am considering packing up GH with the PS2 in order to redeem myself. Too neurotic, right? I know. I won't. Or maybe I will and just leave it in the car until we're all drunk? Yeah.

Oh, and welcome Rawlz aka Raulsy Ballsy to the blog. He'll be one making the lewd comment posts. (Don't freak out, Rauls - I like the comments - it's okay - I'm stroking your hair and giving you your favorite candy treat.) And hey, Rauls, the one blog of yours that Joe remembers (cuz I used to read them aloud to him) is the penis one where you described what kind of penis all of us girls in the group would have if we were equipped. Joe remembers my penis. That's love.