Punch

I like punch. The summer is here in full sizzle and I have become a pro at knock you on your ass punch. Its very tricky. It seems all sweet and wonderful and then POW!

HB is starting to go no carb crazy. So he 'suggests' that maybe I need to switch to something not a sugary. I say bah-humbug to him.

Its the summer. I am enjoying the beach and the sun and the long days. Soon - it will be too cold to swim and the nights will come quicker.

Life is passing you by ol man. My auntie had a great saying on her blog yesterday. I am going to print it and share it with him.

I have started Yoga. I go 3-4 times a week. It's very hard. HB thinks that I lie there and meditate for an hour everytime I go. Its actually a series of poses and postures that take all your muscles to hold.

If you are not in shape - you twitch and shake like a crackhead.

I am only a semi-crackhead at this point - but I am getting better every day. I come home sore and shaky, take a shower, sit in front of the TV and want to go to sleep. So when the weekend comes I want to enjoy it. Thats where the magical punch comes in.

Beer bloats me and makes me burp. Wine gives me a headache at the beach. Vodka and cranberry is a sipping drink - nothing to fun about that.

Punch is the way to go. And - because its so fruity and juicy you can start drinking it early in the morning.

Hell - its happy-hour somewhere in the world.