Over the past few months, I've come to a realization. I can watch tv when I'm old. Sure I still record Flight of the Conchords and the like on the DVR, which I'll watch a week or so later; however, I'm done spending the entire day in front of the tv.

My time is better spent outside.

Jenny and I have been going up to the track, where we run/jog/walk, play ultimate frisbee (or just toss it), and play soccer (or just kick it). She and I also went to the beach Monday night. We swam in the ocean, had hand stand competitions and races in the pool, played soccer/frisbee, boogie boarded (sp?), got our feet snapped by crabs, had our lady areas exposed by the huge waves, got molested by seaweed/sand/salt, got sunburnt, walked on the beach (jenny more fell than walked. she's blaming a sinkhole), built a sand castle with the greatest moat and bridge ever, went to the movies, got half-drowned in the undertow, and played Nerts/Rummicube/Scrabble. I won at everything but Rummicube. The national scrabble competition was on espn classics too. When we played, I used the word "heinous"; however, later I used the word "tonk". Gerri said she'd let me have it since I had allowed some silly word of hers earlier, which I'm sure she made up, and if I could use it in a sentence twice before we left.

Sentence 1: *hillbilly accent* "I sure do like dat dar tonk music.
"Sentence 2: Jen at dinner: "You know what we should listen to on our way home?!"
Me: "Some tonk music?"
Mark then said "That shirt is tonkin!"I was horrified by the misuse of my word and scolded him for it, as he deserved. To which he replied, "I'll use it however the tonk I want!"

That's our new curse word.

We stayed with Narc and his family in their friend's timeshare and ate in every meal. Altogether, it cost Jen and I about $30 each. We're going to go kayaking soon, maybe paintball if I can convince Jenny, and go swimming at Barton Springs.

Who knew I could be this active?

In other news, Superbad is hilarious.

Also, I almost got T-boned by an 18-wheeler yesterday. He went through the oncoming lanes of traffic, flew through the median, and then into my side of traffic. His front tires were on the far right line, separating the lane and the shoulder. I honked my meek ewe-horn and swerved into the shoulder, leaving me physically unscathed, but had I reached out my driver's side window, I would have a busted up hand...if one at all. He was just that close. Jerk.