Yikes

These are my feet.  These are my feet before I declared myself dufus of the day.

I have taken up a bit of jogging again.  I say "a bit" because it's more like a walk/jog event right now.  More on that and my motives another time.

Any way.  I've already established that I hate sweating.  I have issues.  Then I read about some workout wear that "wicks away sweat" to keep you dry.  Brilliant. AND SportCheck had it on sale.
I bought myself a running bra -- not for support (also been established that that is NOT one of my issues), just 'cause I hate the wet feeling of my wonderbra after running.

The particular running bra I purchased happens to say "constriction" on it.  Silly me, thought it said "construction" as in "constructed for running."  Nope, it turns out it means it squeezes you tight so it's constricting (as in boa constrictor).  Once I got used to it, I could breathe okay.

So here's the dufus part -- stop here, if you currently consider me relatively able and intelligent, cause I'm gonna blow that image right now!  

So after doing my run I was really sweaty, but my clothes were not stuck to me (go Nike!), but I definitely needed a shower.  Trouble is, when you are really hot, and your skin is wet with perspiration it's really hard to get the constricting contraption off.  I did some weird contortions, debated calling DH.  Died of mortification and humilitation at the thought because I know how hard he would laugh.  I pulled the thing from the back up over my head.  I think partially dislocating a shoulder in the process but more painfully pulling a muscle in my neck.  Like really pulling it.  Like cry out and then lay on the floor pulling it.

I'm a dufus.  Why?  'Cause I'm gonna put it on again tonight because it did "wick away" sweat, but I'm gonna keep my scissors close by so if I get stuck again I can cut myself out of it.....

Tea Party

Every now and then the Girl asks if we can have a tea party.  It's just the two of us with some tea and treats.  And we always use the tiny pink tea set she was given for her third birthday.

Yesterday the Boy asked what we were doing.  This is the conversation:

Boy:  What are you doing?
Girl:  Having a tea party, want to join us?
Boy:  What are you drinking?
Girl:  Tea.  It's mommy's fancy chocolate tea.  Want some?
Boy:  Why are you drinking real tea?
Girl:  It's a tea party.  It's really good.  Want some?
Boy:  Why are the cups so small?
Girl:  They're tea cups, for the tea.
Boy:  What are you eating?
Girl:  Cookies.  Want some?
Boy:  What kind?
Girl:  Chocolate chip.  Want some?
Boy:  How come you get the chocolate chip cookies?
Girl:  They go with the tea.  You know, for the tea party.  Are you having some or not?
Boy:  Nah.  I don't like the little pink cups.
Girl:  (disgusted) You should go find dad and have a beer or something! (unsaid:  you slovenly, uncultured, disgusting boy-freak)

(notice the pinky fingers....)

Aquatic Kitty

Completely normal looking cat here.

Rocky was laying on my desk watching me get ready to give myself a pedicure.  Watched me soak my feet in lavender scented water in my big stainless bowl.  I thought it was so nice to have some company.  Yeah, well he was just biding his time....

Have I mentioned that our cat LOVES water?  He splashed and played until the office floor got too wet and he started to slip around.  Also, I wanted to get "Pink Vamp" on my nails quickly 'cause then I had to mop the floor.

Crazy cat.

feeling my pain....

Shockers of shockers this week.  While the Girl and I were out, the Boy decided to clean his cave....without me even suggesting it would be a good idea.

I know, my first thought was that he felt he was in trouble with something and was making a brownie point deposit before confessing.

But no, he said he just felt it was pretty messy (did I mention his tendency for understatement?) and needed to be tidied.  And tidy he did; everything off the desk and dressers, dusted, vacuumed, even asked for Windex.  I know, crazy.  I didn't think he even knew Windex existed.

It took him most of the morning, and when he finished he flopped down on the chair beside me with a big sigh. 

This was the conversation:

Boy:  Geez mom, that took a lot longer than I thought.
Me:  uh huh
Boy:  That cleaning was  pretty hard work.
Me:   uh huh
Boy:  No, I mean that was really tiring, hard work.
Me:  Imagine if all that cleaning you were doing was someone else's mess.  Wouldn't that be even worse?
Boy:  I hear what you are saying.  
Me:  uh huh
Boy:  I feel your pain.
Me:  Thank you.  Does this mean you are going to work harder to help me, and to not make a mess in the first place?
Boy:  Not likely.  But know that I feel for you.

Bless his ever loving, messy heart.

Rocky loves hats

This is what happens when Rocky is really glad to see you.  He sits on your head.  If you have a hat on, it's game over.

He looks evil.  Really he's just trying to figure out how to balance on the Boy's head and get at his ears at the same time....

Rocky loves shoes. Part 2

It has been established that Rocky, like me, loves shoes. 

His current passion is for little blue maryjanes with red embroidery on the toes.  They belong to the Girl's dolly Bitsy Baby.  Poor Bitsy is always without one shoe, you see hers are more fun to scoot around the kitchen.  Also they smell like dolly and not Boy.

Here Rocky demonstrates his superior dribbling skills, like David  Beckham.

 

This is where he plans his next attack.

And here, the little shoe clearly got away on him.  Go shoe, go!

new battle

I have been very upset with my peeps in the last week.  They've been messing around in my office, specifically with the paper shredder.  Every day, I've been sweeping up bits of paper.  Of course the standard answer has been "it wasn't me."  It never is.

Only this time.  It really wasn't.

Darn Cat.