doc doc goose

Is it just me or do you feel like you are getting ready for a first date when it is time for your annual pap smear?

• showered
• underarms shaved
• legs shaved
• privates so clean you could ea...... er, nevermind, you get the idea.

laughing ourselves skinny

I know it sounds like the beginning of a joke: Four friends walk into a gym together.....
but it's no joke. We're having a blast together, three friends and I. We are managing to do gradually increasing amounts of cardio followed by at least an hour of strength training.
Usually we go at night, after those of us who have kids with a bedtime get the little monsters settled down.
We are amazed, in all honesty, how much fun it is to have a big "girl party" that doesn't involve male strippers or alcoholic drinks! Although we do muse about such things. We laugh nearly non-stop and often involve (disturb?) others around us.
It is fun to watch the faces of the poor women who venture into the Ladies Only room, unsuspecting creatures that they are. One, a black woman with gorgeous dark chocolate, velvety-soft looking skin, beautifully coiffed hair, lipstick, and the perfect figure, was going at a fairly good clip on the treadmill when all of a sudden she disappeared. Doubled over with laughter at our shenanigans she was.... good thing she was holding on!
Ennyhoo, we have named our journey "Laughing Ourselves Skinny". Look for us on the Comedy Club circuit.

why, oh why, oh why

So, ennyhoo, I joined a second gym to supplement the Curves workout last week. This one is a very serious gym. It is located in an old grocery store space if that gives an indication as to how large it is. There must be 5 million dollars worth of equipment in there. On one wall alone there are about 20 treadmills. Thankfully, there is a "ladies only" room with a handful of cardio machines and a full circuit of strength training machines.
I have decided to go after 9 when the kids are settling down and King is at home to watch over their slumber. Last week I was able to go four times, and I just got to go again tonight. I decided after I did my "routine" in the ladies only room, that I would venture out into the large room with people who are already in shape and try out some for-serious-people-only ab machines. I went to the front desk and asked someone to show me how to do them.

OH. MY. GOD.

the moral of the story

Just got finished watching "The Last Mimzy", which is an odd little kid oriented sci-fi movie. If you have not seen it, this post will be jibber-jabber. At the end, the credits were rolling and the kids and I were scratching our heads trying to make sense of it all. I asked #3, the 8 year old, what she thought the moral of the story was.
"What do you mean?"
I knew I was taking a chance asking her, since I don't know if she had ever heard the term "moral of the story".
So I asked the question another way, "What can we take away from this movie and apply to our lives..... what to you think was the REAL thing that saved the future of the universe?"
"Love." She continued, "Like, I don't think it was really the girl's teardrop that saved the universe. But probably the love that made the teardrop."

I'll sit down and shut up now.
Did I mention she plays the violin?

horoscopes

My almost 3 year old woke up this morning and eagerly informed me that his little sister was now named Mavis. I got so tickled. We don't know anyone named Mavis, and it is such an unusual name I was taken aback, but still, it struck me as really funny. But, he didn't stop there. He said my name isn't Mommy anymore, it is Scullery. OK, that is fitting I reckoned. But, how does he know what a scullery maid is? When he got to his new name and called himself Diesel, I began to get suspicious. This boy has been watching too much Thomas the Tank Engine.

When we got downstairs, I went on a website that describes all the characters from Thomas and Friends. Then, I really got goosebumps, this boy is GOOD at his new-found "fortune telling" gig. Here are the descriptions of the three of us (now that we are trains):


Mavis - Mavis is a feisty young diesel engine. She is high-spirited, often doing things without thinking about their consequences. Her lack of experience often leads her into trouble, but she's smart and learns from her mistakes. She has a lot to learn about trucks, but, with Toby's help, she is learning to be a Really Useful Engine.
Skarloey (though pronounced Scullery by a 2 year old) - This bright red engine is dedicated to doing his job well and is always eager to work.
Diesel - Diesel is a devious diesel engine, who is always scheming and ever ready to stir up trouble.
Mavis Skarloey Diesel

not stressed

Had a treadmill cardiac stress test this morning. My dad died at 46 of a massive heart attack, so this is an attempt to at least get a baseline. Also, to rule out "trouble" for an odd pain which I kept having about 4 months ago. (Turns out it was probably nerve pain.)
Even though it wasn't the fancy schmancy nuclear stress test, doc says all is well.

(Be sure to remind me of that when you call me but we are both temporarily deafened by the ear-splitting screams of #4, won't you?)

call it "eclectic"

When I am working out.... and have my little earphones on.... I sometimes listen to Christmas music. But not cheap, secular Christmas music. No "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" for me. Nosireebob. More meaty stuff. Like that Josh Groban or Luciano Pavarotti. My favorites are their versions of Ave Maria. Or Panis Angelicus.