Whew... Jazzercise has been amazing!
Soon I will have Buns of Steel!
And Abs of Steel!!!
Yesterday's workout nearly killed me, but fear not...
I am going back!
I am not a quitter!
I am not a quitter!
(not yet at least)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
The weekend is near...
Weekends are typically complete chaos for us, and this weekend will be no different.
(I would not have it any other way!!!)
Kate will have two soccer games this weekend... one Saturday and one Sunday.
On Monday her select team will scrimmage Huston Tillotson.
That should be most entertaining!
She is such a brut and I just love it. Her shoulder is healing so well. (knock on wood)
We are very greatful for that.
Korbin has TONS of hockey this weekend.
He is playing on three teams right now.
Saturday he has a travel team practice, followed by a house team game.
On Sunday he will have high school hockey practice.
Just cannot get enough!
Last night at practice he spotted me watching, and had to hit a kid as hard as he could in front of me.... I am so proud ! haa
I plan to finish up some house painting in my free time, and maybe catch a jazzercise class Saturday morning (we will see if I actually get up and go).
Thursday, October 8, 2009
JaZZercise!!!
Today we start our Jazzercise Lite (yes Lite) class!
I am soo exicted. It is like exercising, but NOT because you are dancing!
I hope I can hang... I am THIRTY NINE you know!
If Jazzercise is too much for me... there is always Chair Aerobics!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Happy Birthday to ME
One gift I did not plan to get, or have to purchase, was a
BRAND NEW
HOT WATER HEATER...
wooo hooo!
Lucky me!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
39 and Holding...
This is it.
The final year of my life that I can still describe myself, albeit in extremely specific instances, as ‘young’. Like if I were to find myself in a retirement home, for example. A bingo hall, perhaps. The Legion. Or even a cemetery. “Boy, compared to these folks, I’m young.”
The number of places I can use the term ‘young’, however, is shrinking. Not that I am ready for the Last Rites or anything. You can hold off on that birthday wheelchair , rascal, and the Frequent Pharmacy Shopper card a little longer.
I enter the last year of my Thirties much calmer than I entered them, for sure. The idea of turning the Big 3-0 scared the crap out of me. I really saw it as the death of something back then. (my mother even brought me dead roses... not nice!)
Even a year prior to the BIG 3-0, when I thought I was the BIG 3-0… hearing my favorite songs in the elevator… sad sad day!
It is because I now know how foolish that was that I can look at the next year with a touch of subdued curiosity. From what I can figure out so far, the idea of the importance of the Milestone known as 40 is something that we have all bought into, or at least will be brought into. It’s the beginning of the end. The top of the Summit. The downhill slide. Old. Out of touch. And for all I know, that could be accurate. I’m not forty yet. I am now thirty-nine years old, and if I’ve learned anything from those before me, its that 39 is the l-o-n-g-e-s-t year of your life. The reason? 39 is like a magic number age-wise. It isn’t just an age, it’s an allegation. A generalization. An alibi, even. It is an unspoken ‘old-enough and that’s all you need to know’ kind of number.
The downside, of course, is the high rate of skepticism. No one who hears ‘he/she is 39’ completely believes it. There is always that little bit of ‘hmmm…I wonder’ in their minds. At this age I start to wonder… when do I have to cut my hair off? Is there an age when you can no longer have long hair? What about pony tails? Can I still buy jeans at the GAP, or is it time to shop at Sears? Am I too old to blog? Well... I am going to just classify myself as "a late blogger" and start it up anyways! What better day than today!
The final year of my life that I can still describe myself, albeit in extremely specific instances, as ‘young’. Like if I were to find myself in a retirement home, for example. A bingo hall, perhaps. The Legion. Or even a cemetery. “Boy, compared to these folks, I’m young.”
The number of places I can use the term ‘young’, however, is shrinking. Not that I am ready for the Last Rites or anything. You can hold off on that birthday wheelchair , rascal, and the Frequent Pharmacy Shopper card a little longer.
I enter the last year of my Thirties much calmer than I entered them, for sure. The idea of turning the Big 3-0 scared the crap out of me. I really saw it as the death of something back then. (my mother even brought me dead roses... not nice!)
Even a year prior to the BIG 3-0, when I thought I was the BIG 3-0… hearing my favorite songs in the elevator… sad sad day!
It is because I now know how foolish that was that I can look at the next year with a touch of subdued curiosity. From what I can figure out so far, the idea of the importance of the Milestone known as 40 is something that we have all bought into, or at least will be brought into. It’s the beginning of the end. The top of the Summit. The downhill slide. Old. Out of touch. And for all I know, that could be accurate. I’m not forty yet. I am now thirty-nine years old, and if I’ve learned anything from those before me, its that 39 is the l-o-n-g-e-s-t year of your life. The reason? 39 is like a magic number age-wise. It isn’t just an age, it’s an allegation. A generalization. An alibi, even. It is an unspoken ‘old-enough and that’s all you need to know’ kind of number.
The downside, of course, is the high rate of skepticism. No one who hears ‘he/she is 39’ completely believes it. There is always that little bit of ‘hmmm…I wonder’ in their minds. At this age I start to wonder… when do I have to cut my hair off? Is there an age when you can no longer have long hair? What about pony tails? Can I still buy jeans at the GAP, or is it time to shop at Sears? Am I too old to blog? Well... I am going to just classify myself as "a late blogger" and start it up anyways! What better day than today!
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