I Want To Cry

I just read Meg Moos blog and it makes me want to cry because I want to go back to Hawaii so freaking badly. I've been avoiding even writing about it because I seriously am in mourning It was so lovely, and so relaxing, and so much fun, and so fattening (can you say 5 pounds?), and so out of this world. I was thinking this morning that I want to create a rule that states you can only go on vacation in warm tropical climates with excellent food and company. England? Never heard of it. I mean...let's see...cold weather, bad food, bad tempers vs. paradise. It's a tough call. Hmmm. The good news is, and this really is good news, that I have a few mementos from the trip. I have about 8 mozzie bites that itch every now and then, and every time I scratch them I smile and think of where I got them and that hopefully a bit of me is still back there in Hawaii. I'm seriously about to cry. Life since I got back has been hectic, which is fantastic, but it's not a vacation. I have 4 buyer appointments this week (3 down, 1 to go), and have just returned from one of the most bizarre home showing trips (4 hours to include Westminster, Thornton, Denver, Wheat Ridge, Lakewood, and Golden..Lovely). I shouldn't complain, dammit, because I whine so much when I have nothing to do but for some odd reason, as is my personality, it's either nothing or everything and too much of either is enough to drive one crazy. Stop bitching. Okay, sorry, enough. I'm very happy and excited that I have work now as before it was horrible and depressing. Yeah. Excellent. My workout goals now include: lose the 5 pounds I just gained, lose 5 more, and then move onto weight training. Oh, I did discover this huge, I mean massive, recreational center at Kipling and 38th. It's a bit far away, but it looks like they have excellent facilities with pools, etc. I may just have to go check it out. My experience in a bikini has led me to believe that I have plenty of work to do. Yuck.