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MLK Round Up

Yesterday was a day off from school for the big kiddos, but there is never a day off for a busy work from home blogger like me!  I had no idea how I would entertain my wee ones all day with the wintry weather we had and all my important duties at the gym etc., so I signed them both up for a day of service.

Hummus’s school actually doesn’t believe in Martin Luther King.  They say he is a hoax and everyone knows it, so we were covered there.  I signed Starling up to perform some songs and serve cookies at the senior center but old people scare her, so Röb took her to a local 55+ active living community and she dropped some oreos off in the sales office there instead.  Then she got to go help Daddy at the hardware store, the grocery store, the dry cleaner, the paint store, the garden center, the oil change place and a meeting about the new swim club we are thinking about joining.  There is no sense letting Daddy have too much free time on his hands right now, and Mommy is so badly injured that he needs to help out.  It was a very special, very long day together for those two.

Merlin was signed up to do some work for Habitat for Humanity, but when I dropped him off they told him he was too young to work on the building site, but couldn’t reach me on my phone to pick him back up.  Oh well, he had a wonderful time reorganizing their files for them and fixing up a few problems with their computer systems. In the end they told me he could come back anytime.  They must all have a high tolerance for nonsense talk!

1:18:16 Merlin

The sweater is from his grandparents.  Hideous, right?

I didn’t have time to help others, what with my busy blogging schedule, but I took a lil’ time to hang out in the sauna and get a healing massage at the gym.  Still no sign of that bitch Cari, and Krystyn thinks she may have quit the gym completely.  Good.

A Lil’ Setback

The silly lil’ rule about not exercising for a few weeks (Weeks!  Not days!  Weeks!) has started getting to me a tiny bit so I headed off to the gym this morning after dropping the kids off, just to hang out.  By mistake I somehow ended up in “Spin to Win” and tore an eensy bit of my stitches out.  Ouchy!  Krystyn brought me over to the hospital and they stitched me right back up and gave me some more painkillers.  Thank goodness, because I was almost out and my doctor’s office has been very stingy about giving me more.

To celebrate I had a couple of extra pills with a teensy glass of vodka and celery.  I feel a lil’ dizzy but I guess it is time to pick Hummus up from school.  I think we will all have some Benadryl for dinner, for our sniffy noses.

Husband of the Year

This morning was the holiday party at the gym.  The theme this year was “Ugly Sweaters”.  Clever, right?

Cari and I purchased matching sweaters months ago and they are hysterical, but she texted me this morning to tell me that she couldn’t make it.  I know we are all busy this time of year, but who is more important at Christmas than your besty?

Röbby could tell I was sad and he offered to take the littles off to school for me.  When he got home he had bought matching sweaters for him and me to wear to the gym. What a sweety!

They sure are ugly.  Not exactly ugly like the other sweaters, but he was soo cute to try.

They sure are ugly. Not exactly ugly like the other sweaters, but he was soo cute to try.

The party was fun and everyone was so happy to see my handsome hubby there.  The past week I have felt closer to him than I ever have before.  I might even go cross country skiing with him sometime, LOL!

One weird thing happened.  I thought that I saw Cari down the corridor from the boxing room.  I called her name and waved but she just disappeared into a locker room.  I could tell Röbby had seen her too.  He was so upset for me that he turned bright red.  She must be really excited about my Christmas present!

TBT Baton Twirler

I may have mentioned in the past that I have always been quite an extraordinary athlete.  This is not to brag, it is just the truth.

I used to do dance and of course I was always cheering for the football team during their sports games.

I was also a talented baton twirler, and one of the drum majorettes in our marching band.  Unlke many schools, our marching band was considered to be very cool by the rest of the student body, and I was extrememly popular.

This action shot appeared in the local paper and I was quite the star at school the next day. I just happened to come across it in a box in the attic at my parents' house, and thought that some of my readers would enjoy seeing me in action.

This action shot appeared in the local paper and I was quite the star at school the next day. I just happened to come across it in a box in the attic at my parents’ house, and thought that some of my readers would enjoy seeing me in action.

Unlike many women I know, I have kept up with my athletics and now am the best in many of my classes at the gym.  It is no wonder my boys are also such great athletes.

Stay Away from Drugs!

This morning I took a lil’ drive over to the beach, to run along the boardwalk for a bit of a change of scenery.  You will never believe who I ran into (or maybe you will, I seem to see him everywhere).  It was Ty, on one of those stand up paddle boards.  I don’t think he spotted me, although I called and waved to him from the beach.  He seemed lost in thought.

Just paddling away.  He looked like he had something on his mind.

Just paddling away. He looked like he had something on his mind.

I am sure he is concerned about the downward spiral his friend Renata has taken in recent weeks.  Everybody at the gym was talking about the recent drug overdose that caused her to be taken away in an ambulance during the middle of the day.  I know most people who had been using her as their personal trainer had cancelled their sessions and the gym had to hire someone else to fill in.  Then, just a couple of days ago, my friend in the front office told me that they had received an anonymous call that Renata was sniffing something off a compact mirror in the bathroom.  When security asked to search her purse she refused and was escorted off the premises in tears.  I kind of wish I had been around to see that.  Gym drama!

I did happen by her apartment complex while walking Beefeater this afternoon, and it appears she is moving out.  No “boyfriend” around to help her, unfortunately, but her brother was there.  I guess she may be moving in with him and he lives about an hour away, or so I’ve heard.  It is neither here nor there to me.

It is too bad that she was so  cruel to lil' Hummus.  I might feel bad for her if she was nicer.

It is too bad that she was so cruel to lil’ Hummus. I might feel bad for her if she was nicer.

Anywho, Cari and I are on our way out to kick off the summer at a pop-up tiki bar in town.  It should be loads of fun.  Have a happy one.

 

10 Things to Know About Approaching a Famous Blogger

I have a very busy week ahead, getting ready for our big gala on Friday night, and  a special photo shoot for a special day mid-week (shhhhh, more about that later).

Now that my blog is becoming supper-popular, I find that I am getting approached by more people on the street who just want to let me know how much they adore me.  While I appreciate it, I want to give a few tips about how to approach a famous blogger so you don’t offend their sensibilities, since we bloggers tend to feel things just a little bit more than your average Joe.

1. If I am doing something important, like barre, do not bother me.  I am busy and deserve my me-time, probably more than everyone else.  If I am just dealing with the kids, fine, hop on over and tell me what you find most inspiring about me and my life.

I am busy here and should not be disturbed!

I am busy here and should not be disturbed!

2. If you don’t have anything nice to say, keep it to yourself.  Bloggers have feelings too and we shouldn’t be criticized just because we have decided to post every single breath we take online.  You don’t actually know us.  That goes double for those meanies on “that” hate site.  You know who you are.

I am a living, breathing human being with feelings y'all!

I am a living, breathing human being with feelings y’all!

3. Just because I don’t look like my photos online doesn’t mean I photoshop them.  I don’t even own photoshop.

I am naturally photogenic.

I am naturally photogenic.

4.  My kids are out of bounds.  Period.  Just because I occasionally might post a photo of one of them to boost page views does not mean you can criticize them.

My angles deserve total privacy except when I  as a parent, choose to expose them.

My angles deserve total privacy except when I as a parent, choose to expose them.

5. I will be happy to answer most questions, but do not try to make yourself feel bigger by inferring things you know nothing about.  Röbert and I are extremely happily married and have never had any trouble in our marriage.

You can feel the chemistry here, right?

You can feel the chemistry here, right?

7. Hummus is absolutely fine and does not have a single delay.  Unless you are a doctor I have employed for that purpose, I have no interest in your amateur diagnosis.

Delayed?  He is a tennis prodigy!  How is your 22 month old doing in USTA?

Delayed? He is a tennis prodigy! How is your 22 month old doing in USTA?

8. If you want to tell me something sad or humiliating you have heard about Karen, I am all ears, but I do not want to hear about how you feel bad for her.

Double points if you manage to mention how dull Renata seems too.

Double points if you manage to mention how dull Renata seems too.

9. Hands off!  Do not touch me or my children.  And especially leave the dog alone.  I have him trained of course, but he has a history of viciousness.

He still has an evil glint in his eye sometimes.

He still has an evil glint in his eye sometimes.

10. Please do tell me how pretty I am, how well behaved Starling is, how enviable my lifestyle is.   When in doubt, or when nervous to be meeting someone famous like me, those are great conversation starters.

You can even tell me how adorable we look together!

You can even tell me how adorable we look together!

I think that covers it for now. I look forward to meeting all of you!

 

Problem Solved

I’d had enough of Starling hanging around and asking me to do things with her all day yesterday, so I packed her off to school this morning, kicking and screaming.  When we got there I had to drag her inside to the office and it turns out that she had actually been suspended again for bullying.  The reason she refused to go to school yesterday was because Röbert and I were supposed to go in for a meeting with the principal and a school counselor and the poor little dear was scared to tell us.

This adorable lil' moppet would never bully anyone! She's a lover, not a fighter, Paul.

This adorable lil’ moppet would never bully anyone! She’s a lover, not a fighter, Paul.

I met with them alone, and signed her up to talk to the school counselor twice a week instead of going to music class.  Mrs. Weems, who teaches music, has a really distracting hairline, so Starling can’t concentrate in there anyway.  Starling wasn’t excited about meeting with the weird school counselor until I explained that it was a good place to complain about friends.  I think she needs an outlet for that.

Once that was taken care of, I was free to leave her there, so I scampered right over to the gym.  I have missed my morning routine!

After Pilates for Pros, I was walking to the bookstore, when I happened to see Renata again.  She was sitting at that new outdoor cafe next to the park, enjoying what looked like a frothy, fattening cup of java.  How lovely for her.  Maybe it will give her the energy to stalk me some more!

I know some people think she is "cutish" but I just don't see it.

I know some people think she is “cutish” but I just don’t see it.

As I passed her, I noticed that she got up to go inside the building for a moment.  In this day and age it is really not safe to leave food and beverages unattended, but maybe it is fine in Guam or Canada or wherever she is from.  It is really none of my business.

After I had made my purchase at Books A Million, Krystyn called to let me know that Fat Alice’s mom was signed up for Spin to the 90’s again, so I was racing back to gym to see that, when I heard sirens.  I was shocked to see who was being loaded into an ambulance.

I wonder what could have happened that she became ill so suddenly?  She looked fine twenty minutes earlier.

I wonder what could have happened that she became ill so suddenly? She looked fine twenty minutes earlier.

Renata being taken to the hospital does make me reflect on the fragility of life.  I will give my three lil’ angles an extra big hug before I pack them up to bed tonight!

I wonder how I can support Ty through this crisis?  I am sure he really doesn’t care, but I want to be a friend to him anyway.  I hope she isn’t a marijuana addict or have a heroin problem or something.