release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin.

So much for writing every day... but yesterday evening, all I did was clean. I had to look for my checkbook, and we had family friends (our former next-door neighbors) coming to stay the night on their way back to Florida. I didn't find my checkbook, so I guess Mom's paying for my haircut until I can find it. (Whoops!) I'm a little concerned, because even though it usually takes a while, I do find important things... like my checkbook. I have too much stuff in my room, and I'm not done going through it, but I really doubt it's in there... which means... WHERE is it?

It'll turn up, right in front of my nose. Just give it about a week.

Ugh.

I am typing this from work. Alan's not here yet, and I have a new project (thank goodness), so he needs to explain it to me. I dislike working here, but I don't mind the company; my coworkers are nice people. I miss Julieann, and might not be here when she gets back from Peru, but que sera, sera. We'll see.

In less than three weeks, I will probably be able to do splits. That is pretty sweet. Really very sweet. My next goal is to re-learn my meager gymnastics skills, and then learn to do a back walkover, so I can learn to do a back handspring. I will need a spotter. And a gym to do all of this in. I also need to start running on a regular basis if I am to keep up with Dan (really? You really think I'll be able to run with you, track boy?) After that, all of my athletic dreams will be complete for the meantime. (And then I guess I make some new ones?) I'd love to improve my dance jumps... dance falls are good, ballet positions are good, jetés not so much, battements are... decent... uhm...

Oh new goal new goal! Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant!!

That's all I'm doing for the time being: making awesome goals. We'll talk about guitar next.

Delicious!

xoxo,
Gabby