It's not you. It's me

It just means I am going to concentrate on me a little Blog.  I still love you.  We can be friends.  Maybe you need some time.  I understand.

I have decided to turn my body into a lethal weapon.  Why not?  This way I don't have to carry anything, and I am always prepared.  What is so sad is with the invention of the gun, it really doesn't matter how many push ups I can do.  Boom.  Down.

Anyway it's nice to be into physical fitness for awhile.  It makes me less scared when Ted has his melt downs.  I look at him and know I am going to have to force hug-him while he is flailing. Sometimes, that's all I can do until he calms down.  It also is interesting to tune into the "animal" part of your evolutionary being.  Whatever that means.

So Dynamic kickboxing it is.  Fun stuff.  Pink gloves.

Oh also I can finish my book this summer.  So if you liked my Bloggy-bo...  you get the picture *wink*smile*elbow nudge*

Okay I am going to kill the person banging on the wall next door.  You heard it here first.  They're going down, and I am guilty.