rconejr's blog

"Hey hon come look at these women's breasts," that's what Ron called from the living room in my parent's house. OK I thought, this whole thing about Ron considering me his "buddy" is going too far. I'll match beers with him, hang with his friends, listen to dirty jokes, but ogling women, I draw the line. However, he was watching an Ironman triathlon and wanting to get geared up for mine this weekend, I thought, why not.

Just when you think you have it all together. When you've gotten back into your workout training and your baby is doing sleep interval training, but you can still suck it up and say "I don't need sleep. Sleep is for suckers. I'm not a punk."

Have you danced recently? I mean since your wedding? I used to go dancing with my roommate at least 4 nights a week when I was single. And I danced for at least 3 hours each night. And I was good. I was sexy. I was thin. I was totally hot. I don't go dancing anymore. Mostly because my husband hates it, but then there's the whole getting a babysitter thing, the some guy is hitting on me in front of Ron and he's getting mad thing or the some girl is hitting on Ron in front of me and I'm sharpening my claws thing. Plus we just dress too geeky to get in anywhere anymore.