Fall is here, my mums are dead.

So Louisville's weather is finally cooling off! I'm trying to motivate myself to take Peyton to the zoo a couple times a week just to walk around for the exercise...I would love to go but just not sure yet about going just me and her! I need to buy and carry some pepper spray, or maybe a taser. Perhaps then I would feel more comfortable! But then I worry about "what if she gets in to the pepper spray or tases herself on accident?" Geez, when did I become such a worrier? I know, I know...it will only get worse. Blah, blah, blah.

So while on Facebook earlier, someone's status got me thinking about lost friendships and how they come to the point of "death". I was really good friends (I had considered her my best friend at one point) with someone, and somewhere along the way she stopped talking to me/calling me. I sit and beat myself up over losing this friendship, but I'm not sure that it was something I even did. If you've had something like that happen to you, and if you're a woman, I'm sure you do the same and wonder about it from time to time. I guess if someone doesn't think you're worth fighting for, then should you fight for them?

And yes, just like the title says and just like the friendship (or lack thereof) I talked about above, my fall mums are dead as doornails and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I watered them, and even talked and pet them! Hahaha! But regardless, both situations suck! OK, one more than the other...but still...

Also, I AM going to continue the 30 Day Shred! I know I took some days off, and I shouldn't have. But, the funeral was just a little much and exhausted me...so I napped instead of working out! Tomorrow I WILL get back to it! (As long as I can find my will.) :D

Good night!