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Procrastination

I have a serious case of writers block.  It has been so hard coming of with ideas to write about recently.  Blah blah blah...I have a kid...blah blah blah, she does cool shit stuff.  And she is probably cooler than your kid.  

The end.  

Alright, just kidding. But I'll give it a shot, I've got to keep it short because I have a bajillion things I need to get done, and blogging was definitely not on the top of my to-do list.  

Good news:
I'm finally starting to get back into decent shape.  Just in time too because I am playing on a basketball team that is starting up soon.  It has been...4 maybe 5 years now since I've played organized ball.  I can't believe that.  I am rusty to say the least, but hopefully I will quickly fall back into it.

Bad news:
I still suck at dancing.  Yet week after week, I still return to Zumba.  I think it's good for my humility.  The thing that sucks is that the instructor has figured out my name.  So every once in awhile she throw out a common on Bre, you can do it....It's not that I can't keep up cardio-wise...it's that my brain can't tell my body to move that fast.  And seriously, I can't figure out how she gets her hips to move like that. 

More good news:
I'm getting my haircut today in the first time in 6 months.  Not really a bad news side of this..yet.  I don't plan on doing anything major as I am trying to grow it out long, but it is just a hot mess right now and needs some love.

Yup..well, that is all I have.  I can't really focus on blogging, I seriously have so much I need to do, including a shower because I smell (but in a hot, I just got back from the gym sorta way).  Laundry, more laundry, cleaning, more cleaning... errands..etc. Work all day today, so I can go play tomorrow (and not be thinking about all the stuff I should be doing.)  

Until next time...

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