Seriously!?!?!

I'm trying to figure out the point of going to a gym all dressed up. Aren't you suppose to go for the benefit of a good sweaty workout?

I call them "Gym Cougars". No matter what their age they are in the gym only for the sole purpose of prancing around in their little bodies and even littler clothes to makes the rest of us normal people look like the ogres we feel like.

What good does it do me if I show up at the gym all done up and then try smiling at the hot guy next to me if I have sweat streaks down my makeup, running mascara into raccoon eyes, and hair plastering to the neck sweat that is slowly staining the front and back of my shirt?

It doesn't help and that's why these cougars don't work out at the gym.

They prance.

Don't get me wrong, if I had a body like them I would want to show it off too. But I would show it off tastefully and not just prance around the gym. Sure they may run a little on the treadmill but they spend most their time flirting around the free weights and don't lift a thing.

They even do the typical giggle then test the muscles of all the guys while they lift and then squeal about "how strong you are". LITERALLY

These are snipped pictures of the style of attire one girl in particular wears: Expert makeup with fake eyelashes, hair up in side messy bun, skin perfectly tanned w/o lines (her top reveals the lack of lines), camo pattern tweed cap turned ever so seductively to the side, a swanky top that could pass as bedroom attire, and the finale..... a freaking camo mini skirt. Not a golf skirt or skorts or other any article of clothing meant for the female to wear for working out. I'm surprised she wears sneakers and not stilettos.

Don't try this at home... or anywhere

Bike pedaling. Random intensities. Severe out of shape body. Burning muscles. Lungs wheezing. Sweat pores flooding.

..........I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Not gonna do it

My trip up the stairs... Feeling pumped and proud of myself for not passing out on the treadmill earlier, I decided to try the stair stepper (This is very similar to what I used but looks are deceiving). I was intimidated from the get go. I HATE stairs of any kind as I usually fall down them even when stone sober and paying close attention to what the heck I am doing with my feet.

So this started with a mild sweat fit on top of my already heavy sweat fit from walking the treadmill. That's right I said walking on the treadmill. I stood upon the stairs to situate my water bottle and towel, plug in my headphones and tune into the Ellen show on the personal tv programmed into the face of the machine. This took me about 5 minutes to do. Here's why: as you step on the machine to get even near the controls the stairs start to move downward ever so slowly that you don't even notice you moved until you're about to fall off the last step.

After noticing I was moving and saving myself from the humility of blindly falling on the floor I was situated. I touch-screened in my choice of workout (I started with the easiest this time since it is after all a set of stairs). And the motion begins. I was confident after the first couple of seconds when I realized that the machine moves REALLY slow. But I started to focus on the Ellen show in front of me instead of my feet where I should have been looking. Big NONO for a first time use of any machinery. Here was my realization:

There are only three steps visible. The first step comes out of the top almost flat then proceeds to bend into its 90 deg angle. The depth of each step is only enough the support the first 2/3 of my foot. IT"S NARROW! So stepping too soon causes you to over step the crease line where it folds bending your foot backwards in half. So I hesitate and choose my next step up carefully trying to keep my foot from contorting or from falling backwards off the dang thing since there isn't enough room to stand. This worked for one step them I realized that once the second step rotates down to the third position it immediately starts to unfold from its 90deg angle to return into the machine from whence it came. This causes your lower foot to slide ever so sneaky away from the rest of your body toward the floor, the opposite direction you're trying to imitate going. Keeping away from the first and third step is impossible as there are only three steps to work with.

So I tried to adjust my positioning in order to catch the first step just after it completes its fold but also before the third step starts transforming into the slip-and-slide of feet. All at the same time using physics and geometry to figure out how to make my foot fit on the step.

I digress... I'm just too uncoordinated to even try this machine again.

CIG was born April 2, 2010. Weighing 6lbs 11oz stretching 19 1/2 in. Born by cesarian birth he entered this world a perfect baby.

Even at 4 days old he is a quiet content child. To me he was born holding the gold medal for nursing.

He is a spitting image of his dad, especially when he scrunches his face to cry.

We have been blessed with this child in more ways than just his presence.

it's been along time.

I know I have not kept up with my blogging.
The holidays... then the computer anti-virus expired... then we got a virus... and I've honestly been too lazy pregnant to care about the socializing via internet.

So the pregnancy, Child #4, the second son in our family, will be born the morning of April2nd. Unless ofcourse he decides to come earlier. Otherwise he will be born via cesarian. There is nothing wrong with him or me it's just for the simple reason that I had a cesarian with the twins and prefer not to risk the life threats that come to baby and mom when trying to deliver VBAC.

And no we have yet to pick out a name.

Meatball is excelling in school with A's and B's for his grades. Socially he is much too popular for his own good. He grows so much. Just today i had the hit of reality when his dad picked him up for a bear hug i noticed Meatball has only the length of his dad's knee to toes before he equals his dad in height. (His dad is 6 foot)

The girls are still in a jabbery speech. They are saying more real words but they are known to talk to eachother in half "twineze" and half audible English. They too have grown out of their ever cute baby bodies and have graduated to long slim bodies that their dad is not too happy about them growing further into.
Skuzzy still knaws and sucks on her skuzzy. Satan can still growl and spin her head at you when she doesn't get her way. Lately she is known as "Stroke Baby" since she keeps her mouth in a forever stroke type droop.

Hubby is still a stay at home. He will be trying to find employment while I am on leave from work so cross you fingers for him to be able to find something.

And don't worry. I will be posting more when I have all the new pics of Baby Boy when he comes.

Ahh be still my beating heart...

New Moon. I almost don't need to say anymore. The show was phenominal! Twilight wasn't what you would have expected because of low budget and a different director. The added budget, and I think the new director helped too, made this movie a HIT. The condensing of the story line and the melting of scenes together for time was done in a way that it still followed the story from the book. The heat of the passion in this book was tastefully done, even more than Twilight's passion scene (which you would have thought the director being a woman in the first movie would have made a better passion scene than a male).

Blind resources

http://www.wayneism.com/brl.php
http://www.wikihow.com/Read-Braille
http://www.omniglot.com/writing/braille.htm
http://www.disabilityinfo.gov/digov-public/public/Search.do