Today I awoke with one thing in mind, P90X! Although soon after starting it I lost all that enthusiasm. According to the diet of P90X I started my day off with some good old fashion oatmeal, I don’t recall the last time I had oatmeal but I didn’t think it would be bad; however, this oatmeal was awful. I know why it was so bad too, I didn’t put any sugar in it, and I am not allowed to, so it’s going to be a long 90 days full of sugar less foods, not the best. So around 9:30 I finished my oatmeal and then had to brush my teeth to get rid of the taste. I popped in Mr.Tony and got started on day one of my P90X challenge. It was bad. There were parts that I couldn’t do. There were also parts where I fell, collapsed, and just plain couldn’t lift my body off the ground. So I’m a whimp. But it’s okay it is only day one. Followed by the back and shoulders exercise Tony requests that I do the ab ripper. Which is a whole new level of hell. Satan lives there, with a whip smacking those who choose to enter the realm of P90X. so after having my soul and energy jacked from my inner being, I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 10:30.. not even chapel time. I crawled to the bathroom and showered. After getting all clean and good looking I went to dry my hair and noticed something… a pain in my shoulders. I guess this is what It is like to be sore. I felt pain. Ugh, the pain. I fought through it and went to the library, my only source of Internet. Gave everyone a little hello and got the pictures from Alison fro the lambda shirts. Pumped those out pretty quick. Walked back because it was a nice day and grabbed my camera, I want you guys to see this place.
Here is our downtown; the center of city commerce. From here you can see the town’s grocery store on the right, and the library from where I submit these very writing, on the left you can see the town barber, and the bank, which is currently under going reconstruction.
Next you will see the water tower, our one and only landmark. It has the town’s name and mascot printed on it. Our town’s mascot is the mustang. But we use the same logo as the Broncos no infringement is intended I assure you.
Next you will see a snap shot from the town cemetery, the one place in Allen that is constantly growing. While I was there I visited several friends, and relatives who have come and gone with the years. It was nice to visit them.
And there you have it, my little town. More pictures will arise as I take them. But I’ve given you the tour of the town, nothing more really in the town. After taking the pictures I headed back home. my grandma was off work, and Preston was here cleaning the place. They have such a funny relationship; you can definitely tell that they are brother and sister. They bicker in the perfect way to where you can’t help but laugh. Tonight we have the quaint blessing of watching T.V. laughing and living in the smallest town ever.
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