To the Max

So, this is day two of my blogging experience. Yeah, I feel good about it. I think I can get used to this. Today I woke up and went to aerobics. Yep, in a sweaty-ass gym with no AC, and few fans that feel like someone is blowing hot breath on you. Nice, huh? It was a good workout with some fun music and what not. Although, the instructor did a routine to U2's Vertigo, (U2 is my all time fave group ever) and I didn't care for it much. I think I am slowly realizing that I am kind of a control freak when it comes to certain things. The whole time while I was bouncing around to "uno, dos, tres, catorce", all I could think about was how I would have choreographed the whole thing differently. Ugh, I need to let it go and learn to enjoy it for what it is. Free aerobics.

Living on a military base is sooo strange. I never thought I'd marry someone in the military. I'm glad I did, but this lifestyle is definitely one of a kind. I have a small group of girlfriends here. Some closer than others. We all go to aerobics together, go shopping, walk our dogs together, go to Coast Guard sponsored events, and frequently have dinner parties. Sounds fabulous, right? Not so much. We also all live practically on the same street, see each other every day, and know everyone's business. It's way too much for me. I like a little privacy and solitude in my life. I hate that I can sneeze and my neighbor says bless you. Okay, so that's an exaggeration, but not much of one. Currently, I am watching Our friends/neighbors labrador retriever named Max. You see, that's what we do here. A neighbor goes out of town, and we are fully responsible for their dogs, cats, house, etc. Max is a handful. He's still a puppy, but he's an 80 lb. puppy. I have two small dogs (a yorkie, and toy manchester terrier), and walking Max is totally different. Not to be gross or anything, but his poo is like a thousand times bigger than my dogs, and I nearly gagged and made a huge spectacle of myself at the park today having to clean it up. I don't think those little eco-friendly doggy bags are big or thick enough. I need to get an industrial size GLAD garbage bag to pull all the way up my arm for that mess. I can just see myself...walking Max tomorrow with a huge black glad bag, and a gas mask.

Anyways, I gotta run, gotta let Max out again before he leaves a disaster of poo and chewed up magnets in their house. Tomorrow morning calls for extra time during meditation. ...Peace, shanti, right?