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Aug 08, 2005 16:57

My grandmother sometimes amazes me. She's fabulous looking for her age (she's almost 63 and she looks like she's in her 50s) and tries to be health concious.

Anywho, we have a treadmill in the basement that we've had since I went through my running phase (very short lived since I destroyed the cartilage in my left knee and have asthma... it was a painful experience). It's been there since then, collecting dust and the like. A couple months ago, luckycharms3's sister Becky was looking for a treadmill and I said I'd ask the grandmother if she could have ours since we weren't using it.

So beings world war 3... she's like 'I use it all the time' (note the dust on the treads itself... it hasn't been turned on in months let alone stepped on)... so I suggested that we get an eliptical machine and lose the treadmill... I LOVE elipticals and would kill for my own since I HATE gyms and the like. SHe vetoes that idea and I go on meandering through life with no exercise equipment I enjoy.

Then, I come home from work a few weeks ago and she's sitting on the couch, on the phone, with her credit card in hand. I run upstairs to change out of work clothes and come back down to get some dinner. She hangs up and proudly walks into the room and says 'I just bought a Cardio Cruiser'

Pardon me, a what?

This:
is a cardio cruiser. It's the lazy man's solution to exercise. You sit on your (probably already) fat ass and swoosh your arms back and forth. Gram, the nurse, says that it's a great cardio workout and that if we put it right in front of the TV in the living room, we'll use it all the time and both be thin and gorgeous.

Well, OK maybe she didn't say the last part, I made it up, but you can get my drift.

So I reply to her, in a whiney voice of course, 'but I wanted an eliptical' She looks at me with a blank face and asks what that is. So I re-explain, and she says 'well, this will be here the end of the month or the beginning of August' and leaves for work.

Well, it came on Saturday. And guess who's got to put it together?

Me.
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