Resurected from the Dead!!
So I have been reminded that I should have a blog by several people in the past few days. and rather than start over again, I actually remember my password to this thing and decided to just start again. Below is what I sent to Allie that caused her and her co workers to say I need a blog..
Hiya Hun,
I hope your day is going well. I went to the gym with Moya, and had an interesting time. I wanted to share it with you. I got to the Y at 9am and checked Moya in. I then went to the locker room and guess who I saw more of than I wanted to? Coach! yup. That made the whole locker room experience extra uncomfortable.
Then I went out to the pool and saw that all but 1 lane was opened up for what I could only surmise was a group for assisted suicides who wanted to die in the water.. They, all old men and women, were slowly trudging en masse towards the deep end of the pool. Then they'd flail around in the deep end for a while before thinking better of it and trudging back to the shallow end again en masse. Only to repeat the process over again.
So I looked at the lane that they had blocked off. there were already 2 people a man and a woman in it swimming laps, one on one side the other on the other... The woman seemed to be very used to swimming. She had all the accouterments of a swimmer. head condom, goggles, put out attitude.. The guy was a cross between a good ol boy and mutley from the Hanna Barbera cartoons.
I was just about to try to think about how I was going to join in, when Coach showed up because he too wanted to swim laps, and talk to me about Mika's sports decision for this season (FYI "sign ups are this week so you may want to tell your wife or what ever") Coach asked the two people swimming if they could swim in a circle, and they agreed. The guy looked excited because he'd have some company that would talk with him. The woman just put on an extra layer of put out. and so the 4 of us swam in a big oval.. or tried to.
The guy was out of shape and wanted to chit chat if he was at either end with some one. The girl kept swimming by me and the others because she was much faster than all of us. and I was having to take breaks at either end so as my heart didn't flop out of my chest and make people all grossed out in the pool. after 3 laps I was ready to get out from a combination of my shoulder hurting, claustrophobia, washed under by waves of put out, and the depressing repeated attempts of the elderly to end it all... just not this second... maybe now?.
So I headed to the hot tub for some relaxation. It was currently occupied by Angela Landsbury fresh from murder she wrote, She had seriously let her self go and was just sitting there enjoying her swimsuit filling with air bubbles and letting them escape out of her expansive cleavage.. I got in and immediately scraped my big toe on the rough concrete slicing it open. I used my mental exercise of yelling ow ow ow in my head for a few minutes until it calmed down enough for me to relax.
I sat with Angela for 6 cleavage bubbles until she had to leave... Some of the bubbles in her swimsuit apparently were her, as they left when she did. I tried to get comfy but my toe was bothering me (and my shoulder too) so after about 7 minutes I too left the hot tub and got dressed and headed to check out what Moya had been doing.
Sadly when I looked in the window I could not see her. as I got closer I recognized her screams. I rushed in and found both of the attendants working to change her diaper. She had a most horrible poop, and was irate that it did not immediately remove itself from her personage. they had changed her out of her dirty diaper, but one of the attendants was having to hold her still while the other changed her due to her intense desire to be bottomless and left the heck alone.
I comforted moya as one of the attendants finished putting the diaper on and her pants... (I had chosen her "I am spikey" Tee shirt and Hedgehog pants for her to wear earlier, may not have been such a smart choice because she was embodying their attitude completely) I got her a bottle and tried to calm her down. It took a while but eventually she settled only to be riled back up when I dared put her in her car seat.
She cried for a good portion of the way home, so I had one hand back behind the passenger seat nuzzling her head (her soft spot is so tiny now) the whole way home. she calmed and smiled once out of her prison er car seat and could attempt to nomph the buttons on my shirt. and at 10:30 I put her down for a nap with her bottle and blanky.
So, that's my first day at the gym, how has your day gone?
P.S.
Given the cleanliness of the floors, and hot tub at the Y, I most likely have Toe Ebola and will need to have it amputated. But, I think that should count towards me losing weight so we are good there.
If you are one of the people on my friend's list that still use LJ please comment and let me know that you still exist.
my luck I will post to this once or twice and then go another 7 years before I comment again.. who knows.
Hiya Hun,
I hope your day is going well. I went to the gym with Moya, and had an interesting time. I wanted to share it with you. I got to the Y at 9am and checked Moya in. I then went to the locker room and guess who I saw more of than I wanted to? Coach! yup. That made the whole locker room experience extra uncomfortable.
Then I went out to the pool and saw that all but 1 lane was opened up for what I could only surmise was a group for assisted suicides who wanted to die in the water.. They, all old men and women, were slowly trudging en masse towards the deep end of the pool. Then they'd flail around in the deep end for a while before thinking better of it and trudging back to the shallow end again en masse. Only to repeat the process over again.
So I looked at the lane that they had blocked off. there were already 2 people a man and a woman in it swimming laps, one on one side the other on the other... The woman seemed to be very used to swimming. She had all the accouterments of a swimmer. head condom, goggles, put out attitude.. The guy was a cross between a good ol boy and mutley from the Hanna Barbera cartoons.
I was just about to try to think about how I was going to join in, when Coach showed up because he too wanted to swim laps, and talk to me about Mika's sports decision for this season (FYI "sign ups are this week so you may want to tell your wife or what ever") Coach asked the two people swimming if they could swim in a circle, and they agreed. The guy looked excited because he'd have some company that would talk with him. The woman just put on an extra layer of put out. and so the 4 of us swam in a big oval.. or tried to.
The guy was out of shape and wanted to chit chat if he was at either end with some one. The girl kept swimming by me and the others because she was much faster than all of us. and I was having to take breaks at either end so as my heart didn't flop out of my chest and make people all grossed out in the pool. after 3 laps I was ready to get out from a combination of my shoulder hurting, claustrophobia, washed under by waves of put out, and the depressing repeated attempts of the elderly to end it all... just not this second... maybe now?.
So I headed to the hot tub for some relaxation. It was currently occupied by Angela Landsbury fresh from murder she wrote, She had seriously let her self go and was just sitting there enjoying her swimsuit filling with air bubbles and letting them escape out of her expansive cleavage.. I got in and immediately scraped my big toe on the rough concrete slicing it open. I used my mental exercise of yelling ow ow ow in my head for a few minutes until it calmed down enough for me to relax.
I sat with Angela for 6 cleavage bubbles until she had to leave... Some of the bubbles in her swimsuit apparently were her, as they left when she did. I tried to get comfy but my toe was bothering me (and my shoulder too) so after about 7 minutes I too left the hot tub and got dressed and headed to check out what Moya had been doing.
Sadly when I looked in the window I could not see her. as I got closer I recognized her screams. I rushed in and found both of the attendants working to change her diaper. She had a most horrible poop, and was irate that it did not immediately remove itself from her personage. they had changed her out of her dirty diaper, but one of the attendants was having to hold her still while the other changed her due to her intense desire to be bottomless and left the heck alone.
I comforted moya as one of the attendants finished putting the diaper on and her pants... (I had chosen her "I am spikey" Tee shirt and Hedgehog pants for her to wear earlier, may not have been such a smart choice because she was embodying their attitude completely) I got her a bottle and tried to calm her down. It took a while but eventually she settled only to be riled back up when I dared put her in her car seat.
She cried for a good portion of the way home, so I had one hand back behind the passenger seat nuzzling her head (her soft spot is so tiny now) the whole way home. she calmed and smiled once out of her prison er car seat and could attempt to nomph the buttons on my shirt. and at 10:30 I put her down for a nap with her bottle and blanky.
So, that's my first day at the gym, how has your day gone?
P.S.
Given the cleanliness of the floors, and hot tub at the Y, I most likely have Toe Ebola and will need to have it amputated. But, I think that should count towards me losing weight so we are good there.
If you are one of the people on my friend's list that still use LJ please comment and let me know that you still exist.
my luck I will post to this once or twice and then go another 7 years before I comment again.. who knows.