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Miles in the morning and other random journeys

March 5, 2009

Sitting here at my desk, criss cross applesauce, and listening to Miles run the voodoo down while drinking coffee.  Still in my pjs – great new silky pjs – and a pink silk robe.  Pretty darn fabulous, really.

I just did this cute little thingy on FB about what kids will say about their mom and Stealth answered the questions for me.  By far my favorite was, “If your Mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?”  Duck shouted in and said, “I know, CatWoman!”  Stealth said, “Oh yeah … totally definitely CatWoman.”  Love those kids …

There’s some rumblings going on between me and DDFF about bringing back The Mutha.  I’m hoping it happens, I loved it.  She’s created an amazing program and I love the little part I play in it.  In preparation,  I thought I’d take advantage of the bellydance class offered at my gym.  The instructor is Suhaila trained and a really nice girl, so why not?   Now I hadn’t danced in forever, perhaps beyond forever, so I expected to be rusty and awkward and sweating like a stuck pig.  What I wasn’t expecting was that the instructor was going to pick that particular week to work on legs and glutes.  See, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have done 30 minutes of intense leg work with weights prior to class.  Those 30 minutes + 6 minutes of heel lifts + endless hip drills on tiptoe (there’s a name for that, but I’m not spelling it here…) rendered me nearly paraplegic for 2 days.  My calves!  HOLY CRAP.  Regardless, they are fine and dandy and tasty now and I’m looking forward to doing it all again this Sunday … minus the leg weights.  Just watch – I’ll focus on abs before class and then do nothing but an hour of rib slides.

We got a new washing machine yesterday.  That makes 3 new major appliances in 16 months.  I love it!  It reminds of the moment when I realized I was growing up.  I was watching The Price is Right many years ago and got way more excited about the showcase that featured new appliances and a bedroom suite than the one that featured a speedboat and a motorcycle.  Aging  – it happens.  Thank Elvis.  I wouldn’t go back for anything.

Speaking of aging, B is going to be turning 35 in a couple of weeks.  This, of course, is being preceded by his annual aging freakout.  Seriously – for someone who seems to have his shiz together pretty well, he flips at getting older.  Never saw that coming.  Anyway, so you know what he wants for the momentous birthday?  Binoculars and shop towels.  How fancy!  I don’t get men.

Other things I don’t get:

  • OctoMom.  She’s a flipping train-wreck, basket case, child endangerer, publicity whore, should be mental patient.  Hope she loses all of her kids and gets some serious help.
  • Chris Brown and other abusers.
  • Rhianna and other women who put up with asshats like Chris Brown.
  • Kraft Mac & Cheese Crackers – isn’t the blue box bad enough?
  • People who think frozen yogurt is a health food.

Not like I’m too rigid in my beliefs, however.  Recently (within a year) I have taken up an extreme liking to many things I never would have expected to like, much less lurve…

  • Oatmeal for breakfast
  • Oatmeal at ALL, for that matter
  • Curry Cauliflower soup
  • going to bed early
  • unloading the dishwasher
  • going to the gym
  • sweating like a pig
  • playing some video games
  • flourless bread
  • crazy short hair
  • Alkaselzer cold
  • very short fingernails

The weather is going to be gorgeous this week.  Trips the park, living outside, endless games of fetch are all on the agenda.  I better get hopping …