So, What’s Up?
I joined a 90 day health challenge. It is based on percentage of body fat lost. I am going to the gym, alot. And, I am spending a ton of time logging stuff on my Lose It app. I heart my Lose It app. No worthwhile results to share yet, but I do remember that I love to workout. And I have gone to Zumba – twice. If you were dying of cancer and needed laugh therapy, I might make a videotape of myself in a Zumba class. But you aren’t, so oh well.
PJ stayed home from school today with a minor cold. I dragged her to the gym with me. And she must have been feeling pretty darn sick because she behaved like a dream child.
We have a stray dog living at our house (again). PJ named her Hey, then changed it to Hay Bale. I changed it to Hailey. Then PJ changed it to Bailey. She is a purebred Wheaten Terrier and doesn’t seem to care what we call her. Tomorrow I will take her to get groomed. This is a luxury my own dog is NEVER allowed. But then, we are not so neglectful that half of his body would be covered in mats. Some people shouldn’t have dogs.
My Aunt Patsy died today. I really liked my Aunt Patsy. I haven’t seen her much as an adult; my sister’s wedding, my wedding, maybe once since. But I always found her intriguing. She was the black sheep of my father’s siblings. According to family, and I don’t know first-hand because my parents never took me there, she lived in a big, falling down farmhouse in upstate New York. She had a bunch of kids and they had a bunch of kids. And they were just enough older than my sister and I to be legitimate hippies. At the farmhouse there was a ghost and a nasty billy goat.
I wish I had known her better.
I joined Pinterest. Captain Murdock made me do it. I keep getting messages that say, “So-and-So is following you on Pinterest.” And I want to yell, “Don’t! Don’t follow me. I do not plan to use this. I do not even know what it is. Please don’t follow me.” Then I think, “Do I have to follow her?” “Is that the only polite thing to do?” “What are my obligations to someone I am following?” The whole thing reminds me of when I joined iVillage – my user name was Not A Joiner. There is a reason I am Not A Joiner – I can’t take the pressure.
On the other hand,
finally taking down our Christmas decorations joining Pinterest made me decorate our fireplace area. And I am happy with the results. Is that something I am supposed to post on Pinterest? Would my followers see it? Would they want to come to my house to see it in person? Do I need to clean the kitchen floor? This is all too much for me.
And, in order to decorate the area I went to three craft stores – one of them twice. I no longer hate craft stores, but man, those places are like time machines. I go in at 1:25 pm and come out at 3:15 pm – what was I doing? where did that time go? and do I really need these four, six-foot-long sticks?
Back to the working out thing. I remember how much I love to work out. But I also remember how much work exercise is. And I don’t mean the gym part, I mean the laundry, and the extra showers, and the bath towels always being wet, and the keeping track of a water bottle, and the charging the iPod and the where the hell did I put my tennis shoes this time?
I miss being here on a regular basis. I want to blog more. I also want to be
skinny healthy and have a beautiful home, and a fun social life, and happy children, and world peace. Oh, and I really want to ignore all things political and news-ish. But it seems I can’t. Do you think the moon will have statehood before D.C. or Puerto Rico?
My husband is funny. When I sent him a picture of Hay Bale entitled “look what we found” he texted back, “Did Scolly get a cut and color?”