January is over so I guess that makes 2011 officially here to stay. No turning back now. If you haven't gotten this year off to a good start yet then, sorry, there are no do overs. I checked.
I'll try (note, I said try) not to bore you in the coming weeks about the aches and pains as I try to whip myself back into shape (Please stop visualizing an actual whip being used. I know some of you were).
What I really want to do is take up a new martial art. I’m thinking kung-fu this time. I really want to learn the "Death Grip of the Rabid Monkey"*.
- I'm lucky the gym actually had room for me. This time of year in T&T, with Carnival fast approaching, everyone is trying to get into shape to fit into ridiculously tiny (and even more ridiculously expensive) costumes.
The insanity starts from just after Christmas and, for about two months, they train hard. Gyms are packed, jogging paths are crowded and, all of a sudden, people watch what they eat. What they really want is to look like this:
|Nope. Neither of these guys is me.|
|Roll your tongues back in, boys!|
In case you're wondering, the answer is no. You won’t see me parading the city streets in tights and sequins for those two days, thank you very much. Even if it wasn't for religious reasons, I’m waaay too self-conscious for that.
- Good news! After three years, Mrs. C finally got transfered and she's back to a day job from this week. We're very excited. It'll be interesting to also be a married couple during the week again. She had two week's vacation in between and she's been preparing. Adjusting to the new sleep schedule was the hardest part but we'll finally get to see, once and for all, if this will mean an end to
- Remember boomboxes? Back in the day, even here in T&T, there was always someone in the group with the huge sound system on his shoulder. I was only a child but I remember a cousin who was like that.
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