Christien Louviere

I wrote this a week ago, but I have had little chance to write and get online at will.  On top of everything I need to do personally, I am helping two companies get on their feet.  I will try to get this story finished ASAFP.  This is the weekend we tried to clean up:

Last night (Friday), I prepared for our 2nd return home since Katrina hit us.  I treated Friday night like I used to on soccer tournament weekends or before a big Saturday football game.  I always did things to clear my head and get focused on my next day’s job.

I came home from work in Hammond, sat down and drank a grape Propel.  I changed shorts and went on the balcony of Paul’s apartment.  I did my typical circuit workout of push-ups (70) and sit-ups (140).  It’s not much, but it gets my blood flowing and forces me to concentrate on finishing the task I started.  After, I picked up my towel that padded my knuckles from the ground and headed to the pool to stretch.  It was hard to cool down.  Even at 5pm, the temperature still reflected the high humidity of Southern LA.  After my cold shower, I sat down with a turkey sandwich and the movie Gladiator.  The story pumps me up on so many levels by tapping into several emotional wells.  After the movie, I picked up my Truman book and a Corona.  I read till the bottle was empty, called a woman I loved and then crashed.  The only thing I did different was drink a Corona instead of  a Gatorade.

My dad asked me to be ready at 630am to head to New Orleans.  He called to wake me up at 615am…game time.