Cluck.
To start off, I'm going to vent. First, let me paint the scene...
When I walk into the gym this morning there are three out of four treadmills in use, four out of four ellipticals in use, leaving two recumbent bikes and a spin bike free. I'm not the biggest lover of spinning, as I don't prefer the saddle sore feeling and seriously - recumbent bikes? Is there a way to look lazier while you're working out? I don't think so. There is also a guy over at the bench press.
So, I go to the open treadmill and plop my gear down. By gear, I mean my car keys and club house proxy card... I roll loaded. Well, the guy that was over at the bench press lumbers over, and informs me that he's still using that treadmill and has 25 minutes left on his 30 minute time limit.
Uhhh... ok. That's fine. You get 30 minutes - that's the rule.
Here's where I get pissed off. He gets on - and sprints for 8 SECONDS!!!! Then he hopped off (leaving the treadmill running - as sort of a claim on it) and lifted for three minutes. Then he hops back on at sprints for 8 SECONDS!!!!!
Listen pal, this isn't the rodeo and it's not a honky tonk bar. It's not 8 seconds and the bell rings. If during your 30 minutes, you're only going to actually only use it for a minute total - give it up and let someone who actually wants/needs to run get on. Do jumping jacks, jump rope or run in place. All acceptable forms of cardio-vascular exercise.
Argh!!!!!! Did I mention I do NOT enjoy this saddle sore feeling?
A couple of friends and I went to see the movie "Easy A". I'm not sure I've been so entertained by a movie in a LONG time. I really recommend it. It's well written, witty, funny and a great story.
Then I went shoe shopping, and bought some boots. I've been informed by the bestest that they make me look like Cap'n Jack Sparrow.
I think they look hawt.
Does this mean I have a latent like of Johnny Depp? Because normally he grosses/weirds me out.
The boys think that I'm going to "throw up" baby Zore. Because, of course - if its in your belly, surely it must come out of your mouth... So lately Kenny has been asking to "see down my neck" to see if he can see the baby in there. No, son. You can't. Sorry.
Little note to the dude who said this to me this morning - "When are you going to have that baby? It feels like you've been pregnant for forever!"
Uhm, not chill. I am aware it's like I've been pregnant for forever. I'M THE ONE WHO IS PREGNANT YOU NINCOMPOOP!
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| Your guess is as good as mine... |
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| My breakfast birthday date. I paid. It was yummy anyway. |
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| This was parked next to us when we came out from my birthday dinner. The vanity plates in VA often make me laugh. Seriously - everybody here has one, it seems. |
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| Yes, my children are eating off of the floor. They dumped a bag of chips on the floor - and when I told them to clean it up this was their method... Waste not, want not? |
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| Not many kids get their first driving lesson on a vintage car... |
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| And because it's football season. GO BEAVERS!!!!! |
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everybody has vanity plates because they're only $10 once (not every year). I paid $10 just so I don't have to remember my license plate number.
And now I know the rest of the story.
I finally told my girls (after LOTS of questions) that I was going to "poop" Carter out. "Through your bumb hole?" they asked. Nope. There's another hole. "There IS? Where?" And then they tried to find it on themselves. It wasn't pretty. I'd stick with throwing it up.
Can you imagine if the boys tried to find their "other" hole?
Double not pretty. I'm content with the throwing the kid up scenario. You do enough of that in labor anyway...
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