Thought Sausage

Am sitting in a condo looking out of a 15th floor balcony over the gulf in Panama City Florida in shorts cos its 74 degrees thinking to myself there are way worse ways to pass through life. This of course is because I happen to know it is pissing rain back in Chicago. SUCKAS!!!!

Flight was fine. No major hitches, other than Atlanta's airport reminded me once again of why I hate the fucking place so much. It's one of maybe 10 in the United States that rely on a tram sysem to get you between terminals. So I had to go from one side of the airport clear to the other to connect to Panama (no direct flights from Chicago) in 15 minutes. Couple that parameter with the fact that the holidays have a disproportionate amount of old women with too much carry-on and way too many little kids and it makes for one ornery Dave McAnally trolling through that place.

I'm actually at my parents condo instead of my brothers place. This is because Niceville is actually about an hour from the Panama City airport (I discovered) and so rather than go barge in on my bro, who has to work @ 5:00am tomorrow (half day...that's the Navy for ya), I just came here. But hey...a few beers procured and a rock solid wifi later with a Young Guns I and II marathon going on (the latter of which represents the one good thing Bon Jovi EVER did and EVER will do) and I'm good to go.

So...no other point to this post than that. I'm going to get a good run in tomorrow morning since I'm still riding on the momentum of what went down last night. Then my brothers and I hired a photographer to do some professional pics of the 3 of us to give to my mom for xmas. I'm not really one to stand around and get my pic taken (as anybody who had the misfortune of having to do the promo shots of me back when I was a rockstar knows), but hey...it's for mom (everybody let out a collective "awwwww"). Also on tap...I'm gonna finalize this whole lifting/strength regime with my bro. I'm talking taking notes and the whole bit. As anybody who follows this blog knows, I'm a lot more methodical about my workouts than I used to be...and this is no different. Besides when you've got the undivided attention of a naval special forces officer for the better part of a week, you better carve out some time to get yourself a badass workout.