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GLENY BBQ ON THE GREAT LAWN

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INDEPENDENCE DAY

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coming July 7th...Daddy Pop and Gleny.com go to AC ... again

last trip pics

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BELMAR SANDCASTLE CONTEST- 17th Ave.

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REHEARSAL DINNER FOR MY WEDDING

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MY WEDDING

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BEER BINGO BRUNCH @ TROP

or paul simon concert @ PNC

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.com honeymoon to Beleize

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COUNTING CROWS @ PNC

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SHARKWEEK STARTS

Theres something about waking up with sand in your bed

Like no matter how uncomfortable it may be
The night before that put it there was somehow always worth it

And around here, sometimes two oclock in the morning
Is when the night really begins
And sometimes we can find each other in the middle of the night
With our eyes closed
Because weve had that much practice
Sometimes the beaches cram with a thousand unwanted visitors
And we cast our curses at them
Because we want what weve earned
And nobody can take that away from us
Weve been here through the winter
And we want our summer back

Theres more to this all than just broken nails
And broken beer bottles
And broken promises
And hearts that skip beats like broken records
Theres a certain feeling that swells up inside
When a stranger smiles at you from behind a drink
Or when the band plays the one song youve been secretly hoping for
All night long

Weve released and recaptured each other so many times
Its hard to know when, if ever
The moment will come when we know its time to play for keeps
When will we know
That theres no difference between finding yourself in the middle of an old book
Or at the bottom of a shot glass
As long as you swear to yourself that youre actually looking
And not running away

And all the good times we have
Are really nothing compared to the friends we have them with
Because when alls said and done and everyones sobered up
Paradise is only a word unless you find it inside
The only people who matter are the ones still standing behind you through it all

The beach misses us when were not there to stare at it in awe
And after last call, the parking lots look like ghost towns
But theyll never be as empty as our hearts
If we forget each other

So Ill catch up with you on the fourth of July
Well have a drink
And well talk, and well laugh
And well remember what its like to truly be alive
Because if we dont have each other
Were all as good as dead

I used to think that if I went to the gym a couple of times a week for an hour or so I'd lose weight. A half an hour on the elliptical used to kick my butt, so why shouldn't I shrink away to nothing? The math should work; if I burn calories at the gym, I don't have to watch what I eat. I'm still burning off more than I'm eating.
Apparently not.
I have been going to the gym somewhat regularly since February 1. By regularly, I mean approximately four times a week for two hours a pop. I do a mix of cardio and strength training, including legs, upper body, and core. I feel pretty confident in my ability to walk into the gym and give myself a workout that will make me sore the next day and push my muscles a little more each time. I shoot for an hour of cardio, but usually end up doing 45 or 50 minutes. I break up my cardio between the elliptical machine, treadmill, Stairmaster (hell), and the bike. I take lots of classes, such as step, kick, power, and groove. I try to mix it up as much as I can in order to prevent boredom and to keep my body guessing.
When I think back to my first couple of weeks, I remember how hard everything was for me, especially balance. I take pride in the fact that I can now do about six triceps pushups in a row, when it used to practically destroy me to complete one. I don't shudder with terror when the instructor tells me to get on one leg because I know that I'll be able to hold still. Planks have become a favorite, and I don't contemplate feigning illness when the abs portion of the program commences.
After all that, five months later, I am still the same weight.
I just love to eat.
I start out every morning with a positive outlook. I eat my cardboard-like Weight Watchers bagel and think, today is going to be different. It seems like there is just always an excuse to screw up a day's hard work. And once it's ruined, what's the point of trying to salvage it? Why eat a healthy dinner when you already ate fourteen chocolate morsels throughout the day? Why choose a salad when that prime rib just looks SO. DAMN. GOOD.
Eating right just doesn't work for me. Just as I will always fight my predisposition to keep a messy home, I will perpetually attempt to live a healthy lifestyle. I will continue to use low-fat cheese in my egg white omelets, but I'll most likely sneak ice cream a few times a week. I'll make my fancy salads, but I'll let Gleny talk me into a Number Two every once in a while. I'll never weigh 115 pounds, but ya know what? I have come to realize that I just don't really care all that much. I work hard at the gym, but I love to eat, and I'm OK with that.