Of Men and ... Milkshakes

Yessiree... we did it. Berto and I had our date...

I mean, I just couldn't not go... the dude called me everyday for the week to make sure I got it - yes, we are still on, Berto. He even called Saturday morning while I was at the gym - leaving me 3 voicemails, and had my stepdad call me too! "Sue-Ann? You have a date with my son today?" hehe... I guess he was excited :) *yuh tink?*

So, Saturday started with an attempt at spin class... I got there on time - 9:00am for the 9:15am class... the instructor decided that even though the class is waiting, she could take her time and ole talk her way all over the gym... finally making the class 15 minutes later. I got so pissed, I cancelled my booked bike and headed to the floor to do arms and shoulders instead. I really detest inconsideration. The gym was so empty so it really was good. Even now my arms pain.

After this, I headed for my date. Roberto decided to invite my nephew, Dave, and we all headed first to the mall for lunch, then grocery shopping et al, then to the zoo. We had a blast.

We got home, made our strawberry milkshakes and totally enjoyed it.

Then church on Sunday, then sit and be lazy for the rest of the day :)



Anyways, I finished reading the second book to The Final Quest - called The Call. These books really are fantabulous. A line that I just can't forget from this book is:

Good is the greatest enemy of Best.

Wawch.

I mean, we say it in different ways all the time - "settling for...", etc... but it all comes down to the fact there is this huge gap between average and great. It ain't no fine line... at all. It is, however, ever so easy to settle for being just average... and this perhaps is not a bad thing... it is even desirable most times - hence it being commonplace. But those you get a piece of greatness - through whatever experiences, direct or not - they know how ... er... great it is, but to get to that place is full of all these sacrfices and battles that most turn back before attempting to go the extra mile and think - "you know what? I rather stay right here where I'm comfortable". That deadly horrid place - a comfort zone... *shudders*. To me, this place is worse than any Twilight Zone. Dude.

But, like most things I fear and detest, I found it in myself... yessir - I am getting used to my liddle C.Z. I'm not particularly elated about where I am, but neither am I too uncomfortable... I'm... ok (ok = average?!).

Why take risks?

Because the rewards are far greater.

Suppose I fail?

Then so be it. And so what... you get back up. It ain't ever really do or die.

I gotta listen to myself sometimes.





*Zue vooms back into that horrid C.Z.... when will she take her next risk? When will Zue taste the sweetness of taking charge? Stay tuned, on the Adventures of ZuperZue!*