You Can Run But You Can't Hide
It tends to be somewhat manageable if I have been exercising. Due to the flu thingy, I didn't feel well enough this week to exercise. So it has reared its ugly head with a vengeance.
No chocolate is safe, in fact, no food is safe. I am feeling fat and frumpy and pissed off. Aye caramba!
While tucking in the kids last night I started thinking about monsters.
Sammy has been watching Monsters Inc. a lot lately so it's not surprising.
When I was a kid, I was sure a monster had to have a green face. The monster that scared me was on Scooby Doo. Yes I was the oddly wimpy child afraid of Scooby Doo monsters, or at least this particular one.
Who remembers the round table with a tablecloth flying across the room? In the center of the table was a crystal ball with a green head in it. Yep, that was the monster I was afraid of.
Throw in the fact that commercials for "The Exorcist" were showing on TV with old, pea soup face Linda, and I was a certifiable expert in my knowledge that monsters had green faces.
I knew there was one in my closet. I slept UNDER the covers, a most uncomfortable way to sleep. But it was safer. Everybody knows that if you sleep under the covers the monster will NEVER see you there. They're not only green but apparently near-sighted.
I was too scared to go up the stairs one night to my room and my father said that if I didn't go upstairs, I would get a spanking. So I went upstairs, quivering all the way.
The next day, I heard the jackass loudly (and proudly) braying to his friend about how he threatened me with punishment and I just "waltzed up the stairs."
I think my father's face should have been green.
Azure caught my cold and missed the last three days of school.
Our bedrooms are across the hallway from each other and we were both laying in bed taking turns coughing.
"HACK HACK hack"
"HACK hack HACK"
"hack HACK hack"
It was as if we were communicating via our own special version of Morse code.
I'm off to buy some Benadryl today.
Guys you may not want to read this part.
Last week it was time for the every two year visit to the pm. (pussy mechanic) I stole that expression from Bearette at Potatoes in the Mist. (Sorry all, too tired for html. The link is on the right.)
So I told her the good, my change in lifestyle from sedentary to active.
I told her the bad. I feel like a eunuch.
And of course she was staring the ugly right in the face. LOL
GAR, I hate that appointment. It's so damn humiliating.
How can scientists make a pill that will help men get it up long past when they need to, but they can't figure out a blood test to check for cervical cancer?
I'm sure it all comes down to $$$$.
The in-laws are coming to visit today. They are going to watch the rugrats while we go to a concert.
What does one wear to a concert nowadays? I'm thinking capri pants and a t-shirt, nothing fancy.
I need to cut down on the chocolate today so my muffin tops won't be poking out while I'm surrounded by all those twenty-somethings at the concert.
Everyone have a wonderful weekend.
Over and out!