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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness!
Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing
all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my
subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite
thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have
helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.
I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my
entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless,
thanks for the encouragement.
I'm going to change things up a little bit.
As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll
see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to 3/6/17, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my
stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)
not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right
path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to
write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger
qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.
This site is meant to make
you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas,
etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny,
and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.
If there's ever a story that really hits your funny
bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I’ve gained my trusty 10lbs of Fenway weight.
It’s only taken me 4 months.
Wed, July 22, 2009 | link
So, last night, I finally
broke down and found my way to the gym for a yoga class. I figured it would be the path of least resistance to get back on
that horse. I hadn’t been to the gym in so long I almost needed Mapquest’s assistance. Anyway, I ran into the
class a couple of minutes late. I know, shocking. The instructor asked me to put my mat next to her, up front. Naturally.
Now, I like yoga partially because the room is always dark and everyone is focused
on either their breathing or balance so if you have a muffin top, no one usually notices. And, if they do, it’s because
they have one too and you just made them feel a little better. Who’s kidding who here? For this particular class, all
the lights were on and I was wearing my pants inside out and they are far from flattering. (Especially with my new 10lbs.)
Why the inside out pants? I wish I knew. I noticed the tag in the mirror on my way out of the locker room and thought, “Aah,
the lights will be dim…”
The class was titled Yoga
Sculpt which didn’t mean much to me. (I don’t know the difference between Hatha, Astanga and whatever the other
names are. All I know is that there’s always a mountain, downward dog, and a couple warriors throughout the routines.)
I had checked out the other class offerings: spinning, kick-boxing, and abs. Since I’ve been on the MIA list for so
long, I thought yoga would be my best bet for easing back into a routine.
Can I just tell you? Yoga Sculpt means abs, abs and more abs. We didn’t waste any time with
relaxing breaths, rolling up and down our spines, no cat and cow just hard core abs. For 30 minutes! Who does that? The lights
were bright and the instructor was blocking the door so there was no chance of escape. I spent the first half of class cursing myself for not taking spinning! So much for easing
I did, however, make it to the gym again tonight
for a class titled, “Catwalk.” It was all about looking better in your high heels and struttin’ your stuff
around town. It certainly sounded more fun than Yoga Sculpt. The plan was to take that class then hop on
the Stair Monster for 20 minutes.
I had so much fun, (it was
a torturous quad and calf class) I flipped the Stair Monster the bird and ended up struttin’ straight out the door.
Note to self: Next purchase - Lemonade Diet
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