Sunday, May 08, 2011
Today is OUR big day. It is Mother's Day.
I recall all those cute little crayon drawn cards, the flowers picked from my and the neighbor's yards, and the little cherub face all aglow shouting "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOMMY!"
I was, for the most part, a single Mom. That ain't all bad, let me tell ya!
There was no one to argue with me about the values I wanted my daughter to have.
There was no one to stand up for me when my daughter thought I was totally stupid.
There was no one to argue when she and I decided pop corn was a good idea for dinner.
There was no one to stand by me when I told her she had talked on the phone long enough, and it was time to hang up.
There was no one but us who decided to go to movies, taking turns as to who got to choose the movie.
There was no one else to pay for the tickets and snacks at the movie.
There was no one to stop us from getting in the car spontaneously and driving to Lake Tahoe for the weekend.
There was no one else to pick up the tab for our weekend at Tahoe.
I had such fun teaching her to dance, teaching her how to have good penmanship, and how to tie her shoes.
We went to the zoo and rode the carousel together. We fed ducks together. We planted gardens together.
We shopped together, and for a long time, she liked what I liked for her. That all changed, and I saved a bundle of money!
We went out to dinner, and really let out waiter have it when he not only did not greet her, but didn't give her water or a menu. After all, she WAS there, and deserved acknowledgement too.
We had a great time when we went to the dinner theatre and then to the Rock and Roll show after.
We would drag ourselves through garden centers, played minature golf, and went berry picking. We had our faces painted at the fair, and rode the rides together.
We made sand castles at the beach, and body surfed in Hawaii for her 13th birthday.
We studied Algebra together, and talked about various books we had each read. We played board games, cards and got pretty darned good at Scrabble. We still play it, albeit online these years.
We have traveled together, having wonderful times, and have been there for each other during times that were hard. We have laughed and cried together.
These are only a very few things that come to mind today.
These are treasures in my heart.
These are times when I look back, am happy that there was no one to interfere!
Happy Mother Memories to you. May your memories bring you sunshine, smiles and a few tears of times gone by.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Good Grief! It is only Day 9.
I rowed while waiting for The Wicked's video to download. 15 minutes later, I had the download of the "extra" video, so got that in for the week .
This one was with the big ball. I love my big ball. It holds me up without any effort on my part at all. It is a pretty periwinkle blue, so you know I am going in style.
The first part is where we stretch as the ball goes out in front of us, while kneeling on the floor. I can do this one. Then we do a little bit harder one, which I have no problem doing.
But she isn't finished with my lesson in humility. I'm supposed to roll the ball way under my body and somehow raise my butt up in the air.......REALLY raise it.
I tried, and have the nose skinned to prove my efforts. I went back to the more mild ones, the user friendly ones, the ones I know how to do.
I think I actually heard her snicker when I was doing my nose dive.
Tried to download the AB video, and as usual, it was slower than molasses in January, so I hopped on the bike.
Got in another 15 minutes, and while the AB video was still not completely downloaded, I started it from the beginning anyway.
I actually did better on the AB thing today. I was coming right along, including the part where she says "SWEEEEEEEP your arm down and to the side" stuff.
I swept........not sure about "SWEEEEEPING", but I did it.
Then I heard her begin the next one.......the crunchy part....and she is telling me how to INCREASE the resistance. Right.
I'm INCREASING all right. I'm INCREASING thoughts of doing bodily harm to that monster.
I do a few more torturous moves with her, then say "Go for it, Woman" to Nicole, snicker myself, and do other moves than she does. After all, the video got stuck again.
What's with these videos anyway??? Can't they figure out a way to make them run smoothly???
I am seriously considering doing my own videos........no, Silly! Not the ones of ME........the ones I bought at Wal-Mart or from Spark.
I have the Cardio Blast, the Fit, Firm and Fired Up, and from Gold's Gym I have "Lost he Baby Weight Fast and Boot Camp My Hips and Thighs.
They are not easy ones to do, but at least they don't get all hung up.
My Elna sewing machine is having tension problems. This is not a good thing. I am supposed to be teaching classes on June 7, 8, and 9. Any suggestions as to how I can do it with a machine that won't work properly?
Take it to a repair shop, you say. You're probably right, but I just hate doing that. I really go through withdrawals when my machine is not close by.
I mean, there is nothing to DO.
Oh, sure, I COULD go out and pull some of the weeds, but they are becoming prize winners in size. I think I can get my picture in the local paper showing off my prize weeds.
Or I COULD clean my house. (I should wash my mouth out with soap for THAT idea!) If I clean house, then I have to wipe away all those autographs that were written in the dust. That's paramount to wiping away a friend.
My Dream Catchers (known as "cobwebs" to the uneducated) are becoming impressive, too. They always sway and drape so nicely, don't you think?
Yes, there ARE some things that could be done around here, but I don't want to overdo my workouts.
After all, this IS all about taking care of oneself, isn't it?!
Friday, May 06, 2011
No. I am not referencing Dolly Parton's song.
I am talking about our Spring into Shape Challenge, Video Day 1 with Nicole.
Otherwise known as "The Wicked One".
Today was that stupid kickboxing thing again. The one where she makes it all sound so nice and gentle.
Don't believe it!
I must say, that in some parts, I did see improvement. I actually kept up with her during the first part of the side kick, feet together, squat, feet together. Or something like that.
Anyway, I was doing okay as long as I talked outloud to keep my cadence. Then I took a breath, and forgot to talk outloud.
That resulted in something like side kick, bend, punch, grab the desk, back kick, side kick, turn the other way, punch, bend, grab the desk...........
At least I kept moving, right?
Mayby I should make my own videos. Then other spasmodics like me would understand, and we would all be in our own interpretations of what a workout looks like.
We can change it any time, too. If you don't like to side kick, then you could side hop or something.
I don't do jumping or hopping. I am tired of tipping over when I try.
Our arm workouts could consist of jerking our arms any which way, which is what I do most of the time.
It's kind of like a fling fest with my arms.
The same with those boxing moves. The ones where you jab, undercut, side jab or whatever it is called. It all boils down to punching the air.
So why, pray tell, does she expect me to do it in FORM!!!
I have found that the air is just as dense on my sides as it is in front of me. I mean, if we're going to punch air, who CARES in what direction we are punching?
And let's not forget those Jumping Jacks she expects me to do, either. My arms and feet are not acquainted, and seemingly do not even live in the same neighborhood.
They don't get along, and don't work together. They each have their own idea of how a workout should go, and do their own thing.
Sometimes even feet are doing different things from each other, and arms.........well, they're the wild ones.........never know which way they are going to go!
My workouts frequently look something like a frog in the blender, except I don't get all smoothed out. The chunks and bumps stay, and only my glisten improves.
But in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying goes.
I don't know if I will actually lose any weight, but if the myth is true about exercising to the point of sweating makes a person think better, then I am definitely on my way to Genius!
Yep. Here we go again. I think I am going to put on my Dolly Parton CD and listen to HER version. I suspect that will be less stressful than Nicole's.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Today was one of those "usual" days in trying to download the daily workout video.
While I was waiting.........and waiting.....and WAITING, I decided the heck with it, and got on my bike.
Five miles later, the stupid video was still not downloaded. But my glisten was.
Hop over to the rowing machine, and give that another 15 minutes.
My glisten overfloweth.
Not so with the video. It is still downloading, for Pete's sake.
I turn on my good old Rock and Roll music, and jog around my house (FAST) for a mile and a quarter. That was fun.
The video is now downloaded, so I get out my resistance band and am ready to go.
Nicole is explaining where I should stand on my resistance band to "get the best resistance".
I can tell right now this ain't going to be any cake walk.
So I am standing on my resistance band, doing the deal, and thinking of how sore my arms are going to be.
I am already tired from all the previous workouts, and now she changes things again.
We are standing differently on the resistance band, and she is talking about where and how she wants to do this. SHE wants to do this............I DON'T REMEMBER VOTING!!
I continue on doing it HER way, and get through the video in one piece, didn't fall over, and did more stretching after SHE stopped.
That's how I wanted to do it.
So here I am, all worked out, showered, and now have to load up the vehicle to take it to the dump.
I'm crushing cans, plastic containers and breaking down cardboard. Another glisten.
I am questioning the wisdom of taking my shower if I am only going to the dump.
Once at the dump, I am busy throwing trash into the right receptacles, when I see a guy pull up in a red 4 wheel drive Toyota.
He pulls up to the first container, which is for various colors of glass only. He shuts off his engine, opens his hatchback and pulls out a small shopping bag of glass items. He throws the glass in the right receptical.
Then he gets into his vehicle, drives about 6 feet, shuts off the car, and once again opens the back to get his cardboard. He dumps the cardboard in the container, gets back into his car, and drives another 6 feet to where we dump all of the recyclable cans and plastic.
He dumps his one bag, gets in his car/truck and drives off.
I culdn't help but be amazed at him. I mean no one was pushing for parking spots, there weren't people waiting behind him, and the containers are all very close to one another.
This guy had to DRIVE to each container, shutting off his vehicle, and then starting it up again each time.
Somehow I don't think he wanted to learn about Spark People.
WE don't drive if we can walk. WE don't waste our gas. WE get in every step we can, right?
Aren't you proud to be a sparky!?
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Yep. I really mean exactly what this says.
I GOT MY BUTT BUSTED TODAY.
It happened during Day 6 video of the challenge.
It's all done on the floor, and is all about BUTTS.
"oh good!" I thought. "This one won't be hard at all, AND it will be good for me too!"
It is only around 5 minutes or so.
Or five hours, as far as my body was concerned. I can already feel the soreness coming in.
Here I am, on my hands and knees, all ready to proceed with confidence.
I must have forgotten that NICOLE would have some tricks up her sleeve, as usual, because in no time flat she had me breaking a glisten.
I'm raising my leg up and doing "the deal", getting a bit tired and thinking "She'll move on to something else any moment now".
But Oh NO. She keeps on with the same one.
At first, this wasn't difficult at all. But keeping it up isn't as much fun or as easy as I thought it should be.
Then there she goes. She pulls her little trick out, and now I am supposed to hold my leg in the air and PULSE it. Yeah, right. PULSE!!!
Not only PULSE, but after the pulse, HOLD IT!!!
Just what my body wanted to do.
Now we get to do other leg. Same routine.
I don't make the PULSE thing all the way through with Left Leg........it was watching Right Leg and knew better..........and I drop the leg on the blessed floor for about the count of 3. Then I muster up and get back into the swing of things.
Of course, she changes positions WITHOUT A BREAK, mind you, and I am sure several hours have passed.
I'm doing the dog peeing on a hydrant move thing, and then she expects me to HOLD MY LEG IN THE AIR TOWARD THE SIDE AND KICK OUT!!!
Is this woman NUTS??
As usual, I am creating a whole new form of this workout, but at least I am moving and trying.
HA! I already anticipate when the end is here, and I go into the stretch I just KNOW she is going to pull. Having strained myself beyond reason with her in the past, I am figuring out when she gets tired and what stretch will give her relief. I was doing the correct stretch (according to her) before she told me to.
I did not want to get up from the floor, and wouldn't have, if it were not for my cat YeowLing deciding she had laid long enough on her back watching me, and now it was time for her to purr and rub all over my head.
I tell you, friends. That cat is gonna GET IT one of these days!
I'm going to hold off on my cardio until a bit later. Right now I just want to take it a little easy. I already have five days of cardio in for this week, and may just take a cardio day off. The challenge is to do five days of cardio, isn't it?
I am going to get the weed eater and attack my hill.
BUTT! I did the video!!
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