Thursday, April 2, 2009

"Nose to the grindstone, girls!"

Today, I resume my workouts with the oldies. 25 years of Thriller is the perfect prescription for the 40celulititis, overactive fatcells. LOL. I did about a 20 minute stretch with my fat in tow.
There are some additional motivations to consider, in this spring training for me. Earlier days it was with my 6 goslings underwing; that I undertook to instill in them the wake up call for the bears out of hibernation in Spring. This year, I applied for a coaching position at the new High, that Enoch will be going to, in the Fall.
I had an interview with the athletic director and unfortunately he's already taken, or I would have had him calling Jo, this very minute. He is off to Mexico with his new bride and when he returns he will decide. I want to, at least have a couple of weeks of workout under my belt, even if I don't get the position. So I started, last week, with a grits and egg breakfast diet(3 Teaspoons of grits and a nuked egg), which I could feel absorbing the butter fat on my thighs. I can't eat it though. 3 days and I was barfing to swallow it down. I will have to try something else. This week it is salad.
I isolated a certain muscle in my body, which is my most stubborn, by doing exercises on my stairs. Evvy said, "Mom, don't do that, if you work on that area I won't have a seat to ride on when we go out. You might try installing a seatbelt, though! :)" I threw up my coffee all over the kitchen. She has some nerve to be that hilarious.
Now its time to clean house!

5 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

I hope you get that Tennis Coaching position. Mexico for your honeymoon is a great eye opener. Maybe the director will return smart enough to pick you. Please keep us posted either way.

I woke up and felt the heaviness of not working out yesterday ( or maybe it's allergies) But it was difficult to wk out today. Once I got going iI felt better. I am thinking of it like the infra structure of our economy building it my healthto last for the long haul!
Tell Evvy to take it easy on us she so funny.

Jayne said...

This is the time to launch a business and take advantage of the possibility, if you are able to. Don't let it get you down. If you have a stable job and etc. you are in good shape. Its only the old people like us who have to worry. That man was definitely too young for me...:)

Joanne Bodden said...

So many people say that ! Now is the time if you have the energy. So I am working on my energy. Getting rest and exercise and trying not to worry about things I cannot control!

jackie said...

peace jo and jayne trying to
and to blog world and where better
to test it out with yours
so letting you know i read them all
funny

Jayne said...

That is so cute, Jackie. Talk to you soon.

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.