This morning Jessica and I went to zumba. But we wore shirts. There was much sweating, booty shaking and fun had by all. Needless to say, Jess and I both looked a little ridiculous. There was a man in our class too (normally there is at least one. I have heard that there are sometimes as many as three, but I have yet to see that.)
About halfway through class, our instructor Tiffany asked if anyone had any requests and the man shouted out "The belly dancing song!" Jessica and I died. And the belly dancing song we did. Jai Ho. Turns out that was a good choice. It was Jessie's favorite dance. And by favorite I mean easiest.
Now that zumba is over, I am outside weeding (not currently because I am obviously blogging and eating a grilled cheese sandwich). I see the little ants and beetles and worms and some bug that looked like it had pinch-ers on its butt and I feel like Godzilla tearing out parts of their homes. Oh, well. I can be the villain for the day.
Better get back to it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Morning
It is currently 11:16 a.m. and I am highly agitated and sweaty.
I woke up well before dawn and I must have had a bad dream because I woke up completely stressed out and I couldn't stop thinking about some of my problems, well, one of my problems that has been quite a pain for a while. Anyhow. I couldn't fall asleep again. I couldn't even get comfortable in my bed. Dug was my friend and comfort, which is a little ironic.
Around nine-thirty I took a half bath so that I could shave my legs but not have to worry about my hair. It was nice. I threw together a little Sunday playlist consisting of Randy Travis, Guy Clark, the Eagles, and some EFY songs. After the bath I decided to scrap the EFY songs and add some Johnny Cash. So there I am, sitting in my bed, computer on my lap, Dug leaning next to me. From my bed I can see out a little basement window and look at the tire of Jessie's Jeep. Right as I was looking out that little window something walked by it and I nearly peed my pants. Dug started barking and hollering and we both got out of bed to investigate. We walked around the house, sticking together until Dug found the culprit down the street a little ways.
Another dog.
So Dug runs after the other dog and the other dog runs off. Now that his duty was taken care of, Dug decided to get his doodie taken care of. OK, fine Dug, now let's go home. But no. Dug runs to the park at the end of the next block. Then runs around the park, then walks and sniffs around the park, then trots away from me around the park. I think I walked the perimeter of that park about seven times and cut through it twice as many.
I of course was not anticipating a walk so I was in the shirt I was going to wear to church and sweatpants. No shoes. Hair not done, no make up on.
Finally I picked up the little punk dog and carried him almost entirely out of the park and then he squirmed down and ran back into the park. Then ran around the park, then walked and sniffed around the park, then trotted away from me around the park.
I caught him again and carried him until we were two houses away from our house. Surely the dog would just walk home. No. I let him down and then he went into the neighbors back yard, walked into the backyard of the house next to that one and then ran back to the park, pausing at the street, thankfully, because there was a car at the stop sign there.
Round three ended with a successful catch of the Dug and I carried him over the threshold like a bride.
He knows that we aren't friends right now and is avoiding coming downstairs even though I normally let him on the bed down here.
Now that I have been up for seven hours, gotten my cardio for the day, I think I am going to get ready to go to church.
I woke up well before dawn and I must have had a bad dream because I woke up completely stressed out and I couldn't stop thinking about some of my problems, well, one of my problems that has been quite a pain for a while. Anyhow. I couldn't fall asleep again. I couldn't even get comfortable in my bed. Dug was my friend and comfort, which is a little ironic.
Around nine-thirty I took a half bath so that I could shave my legs but not have to worry about my hair. It was nice. I threw together a little Sunday playlist consisting of Randy Travis, Guy Clark, the Eagles, and some EFY songs. After the bath I decided to scrap the EFY songs and add some Johnny Cash. So there I am, sitting in my bed, computer on my lap, Dug leaning next to me. From my bed I can see out a little basement window and look at the tire of Jessie's Jeep. Right as I was looking out that little window something walked by it and I nearly peed my pants. Dug started barking and hollering and we both got out of bed to investigate. We walked around the house, sticking together until Dug found the culprit down the street a little ways.
Another dog.
So Dug runs after the other dog and the other dog runs off. Now that his duty was taken care of, Dug decided to get his doodie taken care of. OK, fine Dug, now let's go home. But no. Dug runs to the park at the end of the next block. Then runs around the park, then walks and sniffs around the park, then trots away from me around the park. I think I walked the perimeter of that park about seven times and cut through it twice as many.
I of course was not anticipating a walk so I was in the shirt I was going to wear to church and sweatpants. No shoes. Hair not done, no make up on.
Finally I picked up the little punk dog and carried him almost entirely out of the park and then he squirmed down and ran back into the park. Then ran around the park, then walked and sniffed around the park, then trotted away from me around the park.
I caught him again and carried him until we were two houses away from our house. Surely the dog would just walk home. No. I let him down and then he went into the neighbors back yard, walked into the backyard of the house next to that one and then ran back to the park, pausing at the street, thankfully, because there was a car at the stop sign there.
Round three ended with a successful catch of the Dug and I carried him over the threshold like a bride.
He knows that we aren't friends right now and is avoiding coming downstairs even though I normally let him on the bed down here.
Now that I have been up for seven hours, gotten my cardio for the day, I think I am going to get ready to go to church.
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