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Monday, March 07, 2011

Apropos of nothing at all, did I ever show you guys my tattoo? I got the name part when we went to Pittsburgh to be with daughter #2 right after my husband's death, then added the rest of the design (after Id figured out what it would be) on a later visit:

This shot makes it look tilted, because I'm trying to take the photo with my phone in one hand and a mirror in the other - it's part of a Mucha drawing.

The rest of this entry is a post I made over on my other blog, Since we'd talked about this topic on SP, I thought I'd re-post it here:



The other day, an online friend and I were casually discussing the idea that people, particularly women, were far more understanding and compassionate with the problems of others than they were with themselves and their own issues. We counsel patience, love and time to heal for others, but when it comes to ourselves, we expect to snap the hell out of whatever is bothering us, lose the damned weight, clean *all* the things, and in general set the world back on its proper axis by this afternoon at the latest.

I've been accused, over the years, of being somewhat, well, less than compassionate. When presented with, "It hurts when I do this", my stock response has always been, "Well, then don't do that." In times of true crisis, I've always come through like a champ, but for the normal bumps and scrapes, if nothing's broken and blood isn't pouring from a wound, I tend to lean more toward worrying about possible damage to bikes and clothing than to bodies. When I flirted with the idea of being a life counselor, my daughter observed that I'd be like the ex-drill sergeant in the insurance ad, who responds to his clients woes with, "Well, maybe we should stroll on over to namby-pamby land and find you some self-esteem, ya jack-wagon" and throws a box of tissues at the client's head. Yep, that's me.

But all in all, I've been working at this compassion deal for some time. I now ask if people are all right before asking how the car is, make sure they're not emotionally scarred before asking about the cab fare. I hug people (albeit reluctantly) and sit with them when they are somehow damaged, instead of just writing them a check to go shopping (children) or taking them to lunch (adults.)

But self-compassion? Not so much. I took the Self-compassion Test (
passion_level.html ) at , a lovely, seemingly very caring organization, and I scored sort of so-so. The C, + or - , or Self-compassion. Go on, take the test. You know you want to. I'll wait here....

.....okay, now you know your score. But don't you wonder, particularly if you scored high, "Maybe I'm being too soft on myself, not pushing myself enough, using this whole Self-compassion deal as a loop-hole." A loop-hole that you could slide right through to your true destination, not love but laziness, not self-compassion but indolence.

Which brings us to PART 2:

I was always pretty stubborn when I wanted to do something (my grandmother referred to it as "firm-minded.") i'd keep after something until I got it; a job, a man, a completed project, you name it, if I wanted it I plugged away at it until I got what I came for. Half the time, once I got whatever it was, I discovered it wasn't what I'd expected and threw it back, chalking it/him up to experience. But I never, ever quit, even when any sensible person would have gone home long ago, usually being a complete pain in the ass and wearing out everyone around me in the process. ("More balls than brains" is something I may have heard a few times *cough*)

Now, though, I fold like a house of cards at the slightest little breeze. I hire (or bribe, in the case of family members) people to do things I should be able to do for myself but don't want to try. If the snow clogs the driveway, I shrug and am perfectly willing to wait for spring rather than grabbing a shovel. If I get resistance or even simple lack of enthusiasm from an idea I propose, instead of trying a little persuasion or further explanation, I give it up. I used to laugh when I fell down (which I've always done fairly regularly), particularly if I hurt myself, but now, to my horror, I cry. I even *think* in the passive voice; "That should be done", rather than, "I should do that."

What the complete hell is going on? Did my mother's and my husband's deaths just drain all the stuffin's out of me? Or did I use it all in a valiant fight against the medical community and, perhaps, fate, with my husband's illness? My immediate assumption now is that whatever the problem may be, it'll be insurmountable. Sure, I suppose I could appeal the insurance company's decision, but what's the point? I don't have enough hot water (one shouldn't have to choose between one bath per day or doing the dishes), but when I told Mr. Fix All that, he told me I *did* have enough hot water, and so I agreed - and as a result, I'm buying paper plates because every dish in the house is dirty (I, however, am clean.) If a daughter needs money, I hand it over without even demanding an accounting, figuring that when I run out, I run out, so what the heck. (And I'm running out momentarily.) It's just.... bizarre.

So do I need *more* self-compassion, or less? Am I being so easy on myself that I've dissolved into a puddle of mush? Should I be leaning on myself to regain some semblance of strength? Or is this sudden lack of ... spine ... just part of some grand Healing Process and I'll emerge, with wings of tempered steel, any day now?

Your guess is as good as mine.
Location:sun room
Mood: confused
Music:whining dogs, snow plows, irritable chickadees

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WONDERFUL2BME 3/25/2011 1:51PM

    It is like the beaten dog syndrome. I can relate but I won't let myself go there anymore. Notice I say anymore? I know you will get lots of people telling you not to be so hard on yourself after all you have been through a lot and yes you have but.... in time you will see there is way too much in this world to love. You named a few!
I think great loss has taught me to appreciate that which is not lost and there is a lot. I think this is what they call "going through the fire" and what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. It has made me realize there is soooo much that I thought was important that I could just give a rip about now, but there are sooo many things that were there all along that I didn't appreciate the way I do now.
I worried for awhile that I will never be "normal" again, and I am right. This is my new normal and I will be better than ever. I really balked at being the older generation when my mom died but then I realized how important my example of dealing with loss is to my children and grandchildren. I will show my daughters and sons that they come from a long line of intelligent and strong women and men. It is okay to be different than you were, but you can be better!
To Life!

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    oh, and nice tat!

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Just re-read your blog several times. There is so much in there.

I am not sure about the test, but for me "being compassionate to" is the same as "not wishing suffering upon" You should always, always be compassionate with yourself.

Not having the patience or gumption to get through yet another obstacle has nothing to do with compassion. You are tired. Your survival muscle has been worked to the point of exhaustion. Forgive yourself for taking the path of least resistance. I would try hard not to get permanently-screwed but the rest, the driveway, the paper plates... I'd just fold, cry or hire someone.

Take a hot bath (surrounded with several steaming tea kettles of back-up warming water) In 10 years you won't regret using paper plates. You would never look down on a friend who took a short cut or two after losing her husband and mother.

You are fine. You are sane. You've got friends who love you.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/15/2011 12:19AM

    Normally I don't like tattoos but this one is pretty. I love your sense of humor. It's always good to see what is on your mind. You are coping well with what you have been through.

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    Mostly, I think you need time. Your entire world was flipped upside down and sideways in the relative blink of an eye. It's going to take a heck of a lot longer than a blink to figure it all out again. You may eventually need less self-compassion in order to function on your own level of normal, but right now, if anything, you need to give yourself a break. In time, your fire and strength will return. It may not be the same because your life has -- and, therefore, you have -- been irrevocably altered. But you'll find a new version of yourself with new strength.

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SUZYMOBILE 3/7/2011 8:13PM

    Wow, I think you're finding balance, actually. It sounds like you used to be hard as nails on others AND yourself--too much so. (What does it take, after all, to subject yourself to a painful tattoo after the loss of the person you were closest to in the world?) Now you might have swung a little too far in the soft direction--especially if you're handing over money so freely that you're running out of it, and going "La-de-dah" about it.

I scored 4.02 on self-compassion. (Whoopee, for me, right?) I think that's because I've absorbed more of the Eastern philosophies (acceptance, passivity, calm, living in the moment) lately, though maybe I've always been that way and I'm mellowing more as I age. You, on the other hand, have always been a really tough lady, which is a quality I admire greatly because I don't have a lot of toughness and could occasionally use a dose. Given your two major life shocks, I'm not surprised that you've recoiled in the opposite direction. I bet your soul is doing this in order to find a balanced place somewhere in the middle.

emoticon my friend. I think you're still growing and changing.

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PUDLECRAZY 3/7/2011 7:04PM

    The loss of your husband or the loss of your mother would be enough to put you in a bit of a tailspin, but losing both changes the process, I think. Having lost my granddaughter, a student, a good friend, and both of my parents in a three year span, I found that the grieving process was never complete before the the next process started. It takes time after one loss, and I'm not talking about weeks, I'm talking months/years to 'recover' from the loss of a loved one, and when you lose more than one close person, that becomes exponential.

After being the strong one long enough, I think you may need to be a puddle of mush for a little while... it's okay, it's not permanent. Part of allowing yourself to be easy on yourself may involve letting others help you. I know - it goes against your grain; it goes against mine, too, but honestly, it's a good thing when you are just spent. Can a friend bug the water heater guy? Can your daughter do some work to help you out in exchange for the money?



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MSCAROL3 3/7/2011 4:44PM

    i think your just matbe under a little pressure now .especially with the death of you husband and mother.but in due time your see that it nothing wrong with you.from what i read going to go to that site and take that family tells me am the same way.when i was reading it it did sound like me.and i don't think anything is wrong with that are maybe do i need to take a harder look at myself.

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The way Day 1 turned out...

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

...was a little unexpected. I didn't do as well with the whole food thing as I had planned (the road to hell being paved with, besides good intentions, perhaps buttered toast and sherry) but I didn't do that badly, and I did do unexpectedly well in other ways.

I went through all my SP profiles and teams, and signed up for some team goals. No, I didn't get the living room cleaned up, but I put new batteries in the Wii, sorted through the myriad cords and wires to get it going, and did all sorts of exercises on it - proving, once again, that my balance is completely pathetic, although I have excellent posture (win a few, lose a few.) I weighed and measured and did the fitness tests here on SP, too, and despite the horror of my hip measurement, got a Good to Excellent on the 3 minute step test. And the exercise, what there was of it - maybe half an hour - felt good!

I canceled a bunch of magazine subscriptions - I have a whole box of magazines I haven't even looked at, and I figure if I buy them on the newsstand and read the upcoming issues, I might consider subscribing again. In the meantime, it's one fewer thing to deal with (or feel guilty for ignoring.) I also decided that for every new book that comes into the house, I have to list one on Amazon to sell (I don't have to actually sell it - that part really isn't up to me - but I have to be willing to sell it.)

I did all my usual stuff - feeding the critters, feeding the people, filling the furnace, etc., all in record time and in good humor. I even paid a few bills without flinching. Oh, and that sturdy little spider that showed up on my computer when I was writing earlier - I didn't squish him or put him outdoors where he would undoubtedly freeze. I put him down an air vent to the cellar - an action that I'll probably come to regret when he's eight times his current size, but it seemed a decent compromise meanwhile.

it's difficult for me to distinguish between "being easy on myself" because I honestly have been through a lot in the last couple of years, and not asking enough of myself to lift myself out of my doldrums. I'm still trying to find that balance, and the tipping point shifts from one day to another. To make it more complicated, I've had varying degrees of clinical depression for decades, and sorting out what is bereavement and/or empty nest feelings - real things that need to be dealt with in a healthy way - vs. depression, an unhealthy animal that needs to be handled quite differently, is a real challenge.

But the best news is that I gathered my courage and called a local business about an idea I had last summer - and they're excited about it and I have a chance to present the details in two weeks. I've been worried about what I was going to do for a living, and have been taking every suggestion from hay farmer to phone sex worker (a friend's niece put herself through college that way) but this idea was all mine, and it looks good. Details another day, but it's legal, ethical, practical and horticultural.

I view SP not so much a place to lose weight and gain fitness, but as a place to get one's life together, with an emphasis on health. To that end, I did maintain an awareness of what I was eating, I did move more, and I made some real and positive steps toward getting a functioning life again. All things considered, a successful day.

Hope yours was good, too.

PS: The insurance thing is complicated, but basically my husband died five weeks short of the two year minimum for automatic payout. Under two years, the insurance company does a big investigation, and despite the fact that my husband died of liver cancer unrelated to his other liver problems (and I have that on good authority from Mt Sinai in NYC), the insurance company seems to feel that I answered questions untruthfully. I maintain that I didn't - I answered exactly what they asked, without elaborating and providing information for which they did not ask - and thus the lawyers, guns and money (a nod to an old Warren Zevon song.)

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    I see that your intelligence and sense of humor are still intact. I've really missed you. You are so refreshingly honest. The world of phone sex is really missing out on a great catch. LOL. emoticon

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    Oh, Karen. I know I'm incredibly late with my sentiments, but I had no idea of what was happening with John (It seems that everything happened while I was taking a leave of my own). I only looked back on your blogs because I was thinking "Life insurance? Grieving? What is going on?" when I read your last one. All I can say is that I am so sorry for your loss and will do anything I can as your SparkFriend to help you as you start over.

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JANEDOE12345 3/2/2011 5:29PM

    That song is one of my anthems, and I was glad you referenced it. The ballsy feeling it brings about is what you need to fight the insurance hacks. Also find out if Merlin is still around.

The depressions can be difficult to sort out, but it makes no difference exactly why when you are dragging around on your lips. Don't even parse out why, jusy stay in motion. You are using my personal, highy-effective and not patented, time-honored cure in decluttering your life. Control over stuff=control over life=a state of chill.

It is such a treat to have you back and updating. I have nothing to share, no developments, no tastes or preferences to underscore at this time. Just hangin'.

Greetings from the ropes,
PS New lens in eye is disappointing and maybe they will have to reposition it. This means more eye-jabbing.

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PENNYAN45 3/2/2011 11:03AM

    It's good to see you back here again.

Taking a step toward implementing an idea for work is terrific!
I look forward to hearing the details in future blogs.

I have my fingers crossed that you are able to make it happen.

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HIPPICHICK1 3/1/2011 10:12PM

    Moving forward with baby steps is good. Much love and luck with Day 2.
P.S. I hate insurance companies. They are into it for the money and never to pay it out. They are EVIL. I will send some positive vibes your way for that, for sure!!

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SUZYMOBILE 3/1/2011 9:00PM

    Wow, when I said that I feared that going easy might lead to giving up, I hadn't read your blog yet. I guess we think alike.

In any event, it sounds like you had a courageous, full day. And acted with compassion toward a small living creature (who might one day grow up to threaten your household--I had to laugh!) as well as toward yourself.

Your business idea sounds like it might be nice and "green," which is selling very well these days.

Stick to your guns with the insurance company. They're up to no good. My coworker is going to court tomorrow to fight a ridiculous Mass. auto insurance battle over a bumper tap that could cost her family potentially $15,000 in penalty fees a year!

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March 1st - that new beginning I've been going on about.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

February was rough in oh, so many ways, none of which are particularly interesting to the Spark Community at large, I'm sure. But you know I'm going to tell you about them anyway: no life insurance money for me, which will possibly involve lawyers, guns and money. Bereavement progressing normally, if there is such a thing - good days, bad days. Slow progress on getting things sorted out here at the house. Plenty - and by that I mean PLENTY - of snow. Lots of wood-burning furnace hassles. Complete disregard for diet, nutrition and exercise. In short, my usual February.

I slept really poorly last night - not sure why, although possibly because I was only awake for about eight hours yesterday, and seven of them were spent on the sofa - but instead of going back to bed this morning (we're up at 5:00 usually), I''s the new bit......I'm following through on my plan to try to pick up my life a bit.

I input my "breakfast"- coffee, a handful of mixed nuts and a bag of Butterfinger Snackerz - which shouldn't have been in the house in the first place - into the tracker and downloaded the apps to my phone. I weighed myself for the first time in a good six weeks (and now I know why I didn't want to do that emoticon

I have a package of fresh batteries for the Wii and I'm going to get that up and running again. I have a gym membership I'm either going to use or quit paying for (although, in my defense, I have a car that has to be repaired first so I can get to said gym) but meanwhile I'm going to exercise at home. Real exercise, not just toddling about with wood. I've located all my old exercise DVDs, and some that are on VHS - but naturally I still have a VHS player, since I never throw anything away - and I'm going to get all that functional again (or force my 23 year old daughter to do it for me, which sounds even better.) I *will* exercise, dammit. emoticon

Thank you to all who sent Goodies and kind thoughts and words during my absence. I would have responded if I were able, but I seem to have been in hiding, largely from myself, I suspect. (There are no good "hiding" emoticons.)

So, in short, I feel lousy, I look worse, my house is a disaster (I write that almost every time, don't I?), I'm broke and halve no plans for the future, but instead of having that force me back to bed, covers pulled over my head, I'm actually tackling things. I have learned that I can't overhaul my entire life in an afternoon, but I can clean out the refrigerator and buy some vegetables (and then actually consume them, instead of just storing them for a while and then tossing them out the door.) I can tidy up the living room. I can wash a few dishes by hand (dw is broken and I haven't felt like taking it apart..I'll get to it...) I can look for my other snowshoe.

emoticon I can make a fresh start.

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    No life insurance? That's horrible!

I know you have been through a lot and will need a long time to recover.

We had a terrible winter too but ours is over.

I have not done very well with diet and exercise either.

Just take it a day at a time. You have a good plan. You are, in fact, pretty amazing, as I well know. You will make it.

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BETHGILLIGAN 3/1/2011 3:28PM

    I am thrilled to hear from you!! You have had a very tough year so take it easy on yourself. None of my business but I can't believe no life insurance for you!!! That is outrageous!!! Anyway, please, please, please keep posting!!! I am so glad you are ready to face the world again. Hey, we're all about baby steps!!!

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SLIMMERKIWI 3/1/2011 2:28PM

    It is great to hear from you again.

It sounds like the grief gave you a kick in the guts, but it also sounds like you are squaring off against it's negative effects now, eyeballing it and telling it where to go!


Kris xx

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CINDYC53 3/1/2011 2:09PM

    So good to hear from you! And yes, you CAN do this. Maybe just make a couple small, doable goals for each day...? And keep tracking. It really saves my butt. (I have to keep facing the truth, which I seem to need to do!)

And I love it that you spilled everything in this blog. We're all hugging you in spirit, cheering for you, feeling for you.

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HIPPICHICK1 3/1/2011 8:57AM

    I still have a VCR too! LOL. We use it all of the time. Darned handy ye olde things.
Glad to hear you are back and determined. Wishing you all of the very best each and every day.

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SUZYMOBILE 3/1/2011 7:26AM

    It's so good to hear from you! I don't care whether you've gained 100 pounds, just that you're gradually taking action and starting to tackle what sound like an overwhelming number of things to deal with. One at a time is a way to go.

Having to sue for your life insurance!? That's just adding an unbelievable insult to unbelievable injury! OMG, don't get me started! Or do. Whatever the story is, I'm on your side.


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JANEDOE12345 3/1/2011 7:00AM

    Do whatever you want but just remember to keep telling us about it in detail.

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First Zumba class. OMG

Thursday, January 06, 2011

So we've had this membership to the local Y (well, 20 miles away, which where I live is local) for about two years now. My daughters went now and then and my husband went occasionally. I think I went swimming once or twice. We were on the just-grab-the-cash-from-the-account monthly payment plan, though, so it all just kept rolling along, even through the times when no one went for four or five months.

Both daughters are on a major get-fit-or-die-trying (I have no idea what all this hyphenization is about) kick, and have been going every day for cycling class or to lift or something, and today I was dragged, somewhat reluctantly, to Zumba class.

Bear in mind that I once taught both straight-up aerobics classes and step classes. However, that was twenty years and *cough* 60 pounds ago, and I was totally unprepared for what this Zumba business was about. I got the feet after awhile, but the arms totally elude me. Also, my Spanish is pretty much limited to dirty words taught to me by busboys and prep chefs, so about the only thing I understood in the music was "Vuvuzela!" and I'm not entirely sure about that.

Plus they tricked me. I thought the class was 45 minutes, but it was an hour instead...I kept waiting for the woman to stop, but it seemed like every time she came to a pause there'd be more shouts of "Vuvuzela!" and we'd start up again. I stayed in the back row, right corner, where I figured I could grapevine out the door if necessary, but Alex (daughter #2) wouldn't let me escape.

It was a lot harder than it looks, and I *definitely* got a workout.

Tomorrow there is no Zumba class. Instead, we're either doing some sort of cycling thing where they turn out the lights and blast Anthrax (the band, not the toxin) at you whilst you pedal furiously, or we're going to do something called NIA, which promises to, "blend mind and body with a combination of yoga, cardio and *insert something else I can't remember*."

It appears that I'm going to the Y every day. Yes, Every Day. (And I'm only allowed one adult beverage per day! *One!*) But not Saturday or Sunday - it's just too full of skinny 20-somethings in Spandex, and even I have my limits. Instead, maybe I'll do something useful-but-physically-demanding (there we go with the hyphens again) like split wood. Assuming I can still walk after all this healthiness.

Edited to include the following:

For those of you who may not know *cough*HIPPICHICK1*cough*, a vuvuzela is a large horn, blown interminably during the World Cup.

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SIRIRADHA 3/31/2011 10:42AM

    You have a cruel daughter.

I tried Zumba, I really did try. Just once. That was plenty.

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HARISHABAD 1/18/2011 12:21AM

    This blog is too funny, thanks for the chuckle...we might as well have a laugh whilst getting in shape! crack me up!! "...going out dancing without the bar bill..." LOL

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    Zumba! Zumba! Zumba! It's like going out dancing without the bar bill!

I do the Y at least 3 times a week now...
Tuesdays: WOW (women on weight)
Wednesdays: H2O bootcamp
Thursdays: Zumba!!!!

I am finding that I really like taking the classes at the Y... it is so easy just to hand over control, do what the instructor says, and leave having put in an hour of exercise. No will power needed. And I always push myself harder for an instructor than I do myself...

Hint: In zumba, when I get all lost and messed up, I have found that breaking out into a good old fashioned polka works for every zumba tune I've heard so far.

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LAGREBE 1/14/2011 9:35PM

    How funny! Love your blod! I can only do feet, too in Zumba. Did I try hands I would probably fall over!

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    Sounds like a very good workout and good for you. LOL. Vuvuzela!!!!! LOL.

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PENNYAN45 1/10/2011 11:35PM

    Salsa is the latest buzz these days. I bought a CD - and sometimes dance along with the instructor on the television.

You will definitely get a good workout from salsa! (Plus, you'll look pretty good, too.)

PS We need a new emoticon for dancing!

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JRSWHIMSY 1/9/2011 11:41AM


Have fun!!!

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HIPPICHICK1 1/8/2011 1:38PM

    See? I told you it was dirty! Look at how horny that guy is!!

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HIPPICHICK1 1/8/2011 1:00PM

    Glad to hear that you're getting dragged to the "Y"!!
You have emoticon daughters.
You know, "Vuvuzela!" sounds pretty dirty to me!

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SUZYMOBILE 1/7/2011 10:15AM

    Cindy is so right! No matter how miserable I feel, a visit to Planet Fitness flips some kind of switch in my brain, and I feel on top of the world afterwards. Sometimes it's hard to remember that's going to be the outcome, though!

This was a hilarious blog to read! Good God, though, why are they invoking the name of those horrible buzzing South African horns in zumba class?

Maybe NIA is short for Not in Action?

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STARLASUE 1/7/2011 9:18AM

    emoticon LOL

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BETHGILLIGAN 1/7/2011 7:25AM

    Love this blog!!! It made me chuckle all the way through!! I love it that your daughters are pushing you to exercise. Eventually, you will feel better (or that's what they tell me!) Have a great weekend!

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YARELL 1/7/2011 6:53AM

    for gods sake.. is there calorie burning in laughing ones head off at a post?? If so I just got cardio.
I tried zumba, in the quiet and safety of my home...
akkkk, skinny, spandex wearing aliens telling me anyone can do it!
But I shall try again, just a diff one, turns out I grabbed wrong disc and was trying to start with an advanced workout, but I am not watching skinny, spandex alien... there has to be one by someone normal, without all the makeup and "fakeness", you all know what I mean.

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CINDYC53 1/6/2011 11:52PM

    Great blog! I enjoyed every sentence! And, it's great to know that you're doing this Y thing with your daughters and you're all getting fit together -
Exercise is such a fantastic natural anti-depressant... especially during the winter. And, it gives you a sense that you can control something - especially important for someone who has had a major loss. I know you know all this, but I'm writing it anyway!
Thinking of you. Happy New Year! You've embarked on a new adventure. (I'll be interested to hear your final verdict on Zumba. I've never taken one either!)
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WORKNPROGRESS27 1/6/2011 11:32PM

    You can do it!!! Who know's may end up living these class' emoticon

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Funny stuff

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

I'm not particularly self-promoting, but because I *am* essentially lazy, instead of attempting to transpose my other blog to here, I'm just going to send you over there. No, it's not more of my tale of woe (except for the lead-in, which you may feel free to skip.) I found (courtesy of Daughter #1) a wonderfully warped blog, and blatantly swiped one of the entries.

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    hilarious. I loved it!!

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BETHGILLIGAN 12/31/2010 11:23AM

    Thinking of you so I thought I would check in. Hope all is well. emoticon

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JRSWHIMSY 12/23/2010 1:18PM

    Just cruising through stuff real quick from work, so I'll save it and read it later :)

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SUZYMOBILE 12/22/2010 2:46PM

    Oh Jesus, so to speak! Now I need to know who's in the cast of characters. Are you the mom (I can see that, for sure)? Is your daughter the little playwright?

OMG, I laughed 'til I cried! Especially about the wise men.

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JANEDOE12345 12/22/2010 1:48PM

    Immediately bookmarked for further hilarious perusal.

Wishing you all the best in the new year,

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SLIMMERKIWI 12/22/2010 3:55AM

    haha - I had to send it on, too :-)

Kris xx

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SHERYLDS 12/21/2010 5:33PM

    I laughed so hard I cried. Thank you for sharing.

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