Thanks to Everyone!!


Thanks to all of you that have been so supportive and helpful!!! I go in tomorrow morning for the surgery and then the recovery road begins. Today I've been enjoying being able to get around in my big. sexy, black boot...I am dreading being back on crutches most of all. The only benefit they have is to threaten the Things into listening to me!

I am lucky to have such great friends and a wonderful sister! Football Widow and MuscleMomma have both offered to come and take the boys out for some fun this weekend. I know they'll get bored watching me lay around. They've been so sweet though and both said prayers tonite for mommy! MuscleMomma and another one of my friends in Flower Mound that only lurks and NEVER POSTS (you know who you are!) are bringing food this weekend so hubs doesn't have to try to cook and doesn't poison me with hamburgers and pizza. I'm terrified I'm going to gain a bunch of weight while I'm down. I eat when I'm bored...and I have to tell you...brown rice and tuna isn't going to cut it. It must have sugar, must crunch, or be dippable to be fun to eat! The Punisher will have his work cut out for him when I return!!

So, thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers. I'll post an update over the weekend!

WTF??? Wednesday


Got the MRI results today on my ankle. Not dancing any jigs or singing any songs. Hell, I'm not even going to be walking on my own two feet come Friday. Totally sucks. So, the posterior tibial tendon in my right ankle IS ruptured. He won't know until he goes in how bad it is. Oh yeah, he has to do surgery. He said I could try going on crutches for four weeks to see if it healed on it's own, but even then, it could still rupture completely down the road considering how active I am and the events I'm training for. Sooooo, I could go on crutches for 4 weeks for absolutely nothing. Hubs won't hear of doing anything but the surgery. He doesn't want to risk me being crippled up later on, which is what would happen if it ever ruptured all the way. So I'm scheduled for surgery Friday morning. I have to wear this totally sexy boot for another 6-8 weeks and will probably be on crutches the first four. Nice. The Things will totally love that. I won't be able to catch them! I'm too depressed to bitch about the situation, so Football Widow will catch a break from my bitching for at least one post. Maybe I'll pick up some steam tomorrow after I sleep on the situation.

Morning Wake Up Call


I got a call last night from the Football Widow that said I needed to lighten up. My rantings are scaring her. So no bitching today, I'll save it for tomorrow.

Morning conversation:

Me: Boys get dressed we have to leave in 15 minutes. Be sure to wear shorts! (Thing 1 has this crazy obsession with jeans, boots, and his spurs sent to him by his west Texas grandmother).

Thing 1: WHY DO I ALWAYS DON'T GET TO EVER WEAR LONG SLEEVED PANTS?!!

Me: Because it's 100 degrees outside and you're probably going to go outside during vacation bible school.

Thing1: WELLLL, I'm wearing long sleeved pants!! (I just love how he refers to jeans and long sleeved pants. I can't bring myself to correct him. Bad mom!)

Me: Nooooo, you're going to put on shorts like I told you and you're not going to argue with me about it.

SLAAAAMMMMM! Goes his bedroom door.

Thing 2: Why do you always have to tell us what to wear (delivered with the death stare)

Me: Because I'm your mother and I know what's best for you.

Thing 2: Well I'll be glad when I'm all grown up and I can be the boss. I'm tired of you always telling me what to do! I HATE RULES!!! RULES ARE STUPID!!!

Me: ***sigh****, Please go get dressed and go downstairs so we can eat.

A few minutes later downstairs:

Me: What do you guys want to eat?

Thing 1 and Thing 2: Death stare

Me: Answer me or I'm going to choose for you.

Thing 2: I want Fruit Loops and I DON"T want milk to drink!! I want water!! You always make me drink milk and I HATE IT!! Glare

Thing 1: Death stare

Me: Okay, Fruit Loops it is for everyone (just for the record, I don't usually let them have these kinds of cereals, but since they're stuck in the house with a gimp...I've been letting them have a few extra treats.)

Thing 1: I DIDN'T SAY I WANTED STUPID FRUIT LOOPS!! Delivered with Death stare

Me: You have 10 seconds to give me your decision or you get what I give you. If you talk to me like that again, you're getting "the spoon".

Thing 1: humpffff!

I give them BOTH Fruit Loops.

Who said kids are the sweetest in the mornings? They've apparently not ever stopped into my house. I loved it when they were babies and woke up giggling and playing and were so excited to see you. I can't begin to imagine what the teenage years are going to be like. Sorry, Football Widow....I'm not bitching, just recanting. I can't help it that we're not all sunshine and rainbows around here right now.

I go to the Doc today to get my MRI results. Keep your fingers crossed that I get out of this boot and get to really get with it in the gym again. You know what they say....When momma ain't happy, no one's happy. That's painfully apparent around here...as you can tell.

Get the Smack Away From ME!!


Even though I just posted about things that annoy me, there are really few things that make me postal. I'm pretty laid back and very forgiving, too forgiving most times. There's one thing that really sends me off though, so I saved it off my last list so I could bitch about this subject in it's entirety. Gum Smackers. HATE THEM. I absolutely, positively, CANNOT stand people that smack their gum. Especially when they're standing right next to me and doing it in my ear. This is my "nails on a chalkboard", if you will.

I have nothing against gum, chewing or bubble, doesn't matter. I don't like the kind that are so strong their scent permeates the entire room...but for the most part it's fine. If you want to chew it, that's fine too....but for the love of God people, KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED.

Have you ever noticed that people that smack their gum look really cocky? Reminds me of Ice in Top Gun. All the more reason for me to take your head off and bring you back to reality. I'm not a violent person....the gum made me do it.

The other day I'm standing at the counter of the Spa in our gym to buy a gift certificate for hubs. This lady is standing next to me smacking her gum and prissing around like she's all that. First of all, if you're going to flaunt your arrogance, please make sure your clothes match first. Then they must fit. There's many of these types in Flower Mound. Women that walk around like their husbands make more money than God. That irritates me enough, but the gum smacking???? That's just the icing on the cake. I turn and look at her with this incredibly annoyed look on my face. Surely, she realizes that she's smacking so loudly that my eardrums are experiencing a level 5 on the richter scale. Does she stop? Uh, no. Must....control.....urge....to exterminate her. Not only does she not stop but she looks down her nose at me. I had just been swimming with the Things and my hair was wet, I had on slip on shorts and a t-shirt. She decides I'm clearly not in her tax bracket and continues smacking. I envision grabbing the back of her head and accidentally slamming her smacking mouth into the marble counter. (Go ahead and think I'm psycho...like you've never had thoughts like that!) FINALLY, she leaves. It took me a few minutes to compose myself and talk to the girl at the counter. I ask her..."Do you think that gum tasted as good as it sounded?" The girl at the counter says, "It couldn't possibly". At least I'm not alone.

Here's Thing 1's Sunday Six as brought to us by Kelly. Thing 2 could not participate as he was getting disciplined at the time by hubs!

1. What does Summer Solstice mean? A pencil?
2. What do you like best about summer? Because it has wide open space, is very hot and I love it.
3. Is summer always hot? YES and it’s hot to death!
4. What do you do during the summer? Play with my friends and my family ‘cause I really go to school sometimes a lot.
5. Which do you like best, summer, winter, spring or fall? I love summer the best
6. What do you not like about summer? When we have a bad time in summer and I hate it to death.

As you can tell by #6 the Things are not having much fun this summer with a gimpy mom. Hopefully I'll get out of this boot soon and we can be off to the water park!

Random Rantings From a Gimp


I got nuthin'....for three days now. So sad. So here are some random thoughts in no particular order.

1. When I ordering something thru the drive thru if someone ends their order with the phrase "and that's all", don't ask me if I'd like to add a fry or a pie...were you listenining? I said "and that's all" geez

2. When I roll up on the check out at the grocery store and I'm having a tough time keeping things from falling out of the overstuffed basket, I think it's pretty obvious I "found everything okay"

3. When I call the insurance company or any company I have an account or member number with and the computer bitch tells me to key it in.....WHY when the live person finally comes on is that the first thing they ask me for??? Why do they make you enter all the information if they're just going to flippin' ignore you?! THAT REALLY annoys me!

4. AND I love how those same companies, that have kept you on the phone an extra 15 minutes by asking you to press 1 or say yes, THEN ask you to stay on and take a survey at the end. Yeah, I have no life and love to push buttons. It totally turns me on....put me right through.

5. I hate how certain computer programs such as MS Word think they have the right to just change something without asking you first. If I wanted it that way, that's how I would've typed it. I have to find a way to turn that feature off. My keyboard will thank me.

6. Don't talk loudly on your cell phone while you're on the treadmill or elliptical. No one around you cares about what you have to say. We're all just looking for something to throw into your machine that will catapult you over the rail and downstairs into the tile floor.

7. Don't ask a woman pushing a double stroller if the babies are twins. They can't leave their house without being asked that question 10-20 times. Just assume they're twins and move on. Especially don't ask if they're identical when one is a girl and one is a boy....are you serious? Also don't ask if they do EVERYTHING at the same time. I actually had a woman ask me when the Things were little if they pooped at exactly the same time. Huh? Please disappear you sick woman.

8. I think men should still open doors for women. My boys do it ALL the time and they're 7!! It's a dying trait and it makes me sad. I'm glad to know that when the Things are old enough to date the girls will be floored at their chivalry. I wouldn't have it any other way.

9. If your child is clearly overweight please stop letting them eat everything they want and taking them to fast food restaurants. It breaks my heart when I see a family out and a child that weighs double what they should is pigging out on something horribly unhealthy. You're killing your child....they don't know any better. Have you read the news or watched TV???? There are 10 year olds seeing cardiologists for the same issues our grandparents are. What's wrong with that picture?? Don't assume they won't like vegetables and give them only fries. At least give them a chance. I could stay on this soap box all day, so I'll leave it for now.

10. I saved the best for last.....women respect your husbands. I know it's hard for some women and its alot of fun when the girls get together to trash their husbands. Most of that is just done in fun and is no big deal. But HE needs to know you love and respect him. Society does nothing but tear men down especially in media. Think about the kids shows and sitcoms for a minute. ALL the dads are morons. What message are we sending our sons??? We have to show our sons that men matter, are important, are needed, are respected. Do we want our daughters growing up to marry morons? I think not. I think we have to raise the men in our families up. When we do, they are more confident and secure and take better care of the people around them. Otherwise, they lay on the couch with the remote because they don't feel like they matter. I expect some backlash from this one, but that's o.k. I stand firm.

Happy Friday!!

Das Boot...


So I had enough of my ankle killing me and no one listening. I've been telling the people that have been working on me that the inside of my ankle hurts worse than the outside. They all look at me like I'm crazy because the torn ligaments are on the outside. This past weekend I could barely walk. It's been four weeks since I turned it working out, so I considered that to be not so normal. I made an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon to rule out a stress fracture as that is often overlooked in the initial X-Rays. Especially if you are very swollen, which I was when I took the X-rays at the hospital. I went in today and they re-took the X-rays since I had been walking around on it for four weeks. He came in and said they were clear and I thought I was off the hook. Okay, cool, I'll just work through the pain. As long as I know I'm not causing anymore damage I'm alright with that. It hurt enough that I was afraid to work and push through it, so that's why I made this appointment. At the very end of the examination he had me do something that made him go....ahaaaa!!! I don't like Ahaaa's. Especially when they come to my medical well being. Turns out I have a ruptured tendon. Not just any tendon either....the one that supports the arch in your foot. Apparently, if that tendon ruptured completely in half, you're a flat foot and have issues for life. Within 60 seconds, they had me in this large, obnoxious boot and scheduled for an MRI. I have the MRI on Thursday but won't find out until Tuesday to what degree the tendon is torn. The approach to get me healed will be determined at that time. Until then, I have this huge boot in 100 degree weather. Nice. The Punisher won't like this for sure. He won't have me in the squat rack any time soon which will annoy him to no end. He loves me though, so I know he won't REALLY be annoyed. Just anxious to get back to our old routine. So will I...believe me. Part of me is relieved though to be honest, to know that now no one will think I was just being wimp. Crazy, I know. I'm probably one of the only people they've had going around the free weight area on crutches, pressing on, no matter what. But somewhere, I've wondered deep inside, does anyone think I'm just using this as an excuse??? Surely not, but I wondered anyway. I'm honestly just glad I listened to my instincts and followed up on it even though others in the medical profession led me to believe I was fine. Always listen to your body. When it gives you a shot of pain that means, "back the F#*k off"....listen.

Do You Hear That?


Ssssshhhhhh......OH! It's SILENCE!! Something I haven't heard much of since school let out. My friend, MuscleMomma, called me yesterday and asked, "can I pick up your boys this week and take them to VBS at our church all week? I would pick them up at 8:20 and bring them home by 12:30." Hmmmm, let me think about that one.....four hours to get things done without breaking up fights and having two voices screaming at me at the same time??? Well....OKAY! I will miss them though because in between all that other stuff are lots of hugs and kisses I miss during the school year. They're going to have alot of fun though!! So here I sit, in utter silence, just the sound of the keys clicking. Nice.

Can I say it sucks to get older??? Can I hear an AMEN??! If I listed off all my aches and pains you would immediately click over to someone else's blog. Why do I do this to myself? I wish I had started lifting weights seriously in my twenties and maintained it. Hindsight, yes? I think it's worth it though to have a body that looks considerably younger, even though all my little tendonosis' issues make me feel older! Trade offs I suppose. What I love even more is the sense of accomplishment. Yesterday, The Punisher had me use 50lb dumbbells on chest press again. I've been stuck at 45lbs for a while but finally moved up last week. THEN on the next set he gave me 55lb dumbbells! I looked at him a little stunned. He said I could totally do it since he didn't even help me on the last set. Woohooooo, big boy weights!! He even had to borrow a set from the man working out next to us for me to use. I totally LOVE that! If anyone reading this thinks they're too old to start working out that hard again, think again. I think you get stronger as you get older. It's definately easier for me to build muscle now than it was in my twenties because of muscle maturity. Now I believe I am most definately stronger. If I can get my joints to hang in there, maybe I will stop feeling so ancient!

Okay....If you want to see something shocking....go here: http://my-shrinkage.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-ought-to-be-law-against-this.html It's like looking a something horrible that you just can't look away from. AAAAAAhhhhhh!!

The Man Under my Bed

A while back while hubs and I were asleep, he reached over and poked me (with his finger you sick people) and said, hey listen to this. So I listened and I heard these little feet running across the hall........then silence.........then POUNCE! He started laughing and said it was Thing 1 going back to bed from the bathroom. He said he always runs down the hall and then stops short of his bed then leaps into it. I just gave him a blank stare. Exasperated he said, "Isn't that funny???" I said, um, well, I guess, but I suppose it's hereditary. "Huh?" Well....when you're not in bed and I'm up here all alone I do the same thing. He roars with laughter. Yeah, funny. "WHY? Why would you leap into bed??" I'm afraid if I stand next to it, some man will reach out from under my bed and grab my ankle. THEREFORE, I cannot, I will not, stand next to the bed. This requires a leap when returning from the bathroom. "You have GOT to be kidding me...you're a grown woman." Again, I give him a blank stare. Yes, I am completely aware of my age. However, I'm not standing next to the bed in the dark when you are not in it. That's final. He proceeds to laugh himself to sleep.

My mother always warned me about watching scary movies when I was young. In fact, she forbid them. When I was 12 or 13 I went to my best friends house (yes, you know who you are you crazy Plano Lurker....would you just register already???). We stayed up past midnight watching the Exorcist. Her house was the coolest...we could do WHATEVER we wanted. Unfortunately, that didn't always work out like we planned it. 72 hours later when I was finally able to fall asleep I was permanently afraid of the dark. Permanently. Rationally, I know that there's no one hiding under my bed. But standing next to it in the dark makes every little hair on my body stand on end. So I either turn on the lamp and wake myself up OR I run and leap. Somehow leaping doesn't disturb my ability to fall back asleep. The imaginary footsteps I hear walking into my room do though...but that's another story.

Hubs is out of town, so I have allowed Thing 1 and Thing 2 to sleep with me tonite. I guess you could say....we'll be Three Lords a Leaping the rest of the night. Peace!

HUGS ANYONE?


Since deciding not to compete in July, I've been helping myself to everything I can find. Let's see....I've had LOTS of guacamole, margaritas, chips, and dessert. All the pounds I dropped the past few weeks are back! Hello. The Punisher decided since we were back to building instead of leaning that he was going to weigh me before every workout to make sure my weight was going up. Well I'm proud to say I won't be disappointing him. Unfortuantely, I'm sure it's not muscle that's tipping the scale. So to show me who was boss, he tortured me on our leg workout on Monday. Now I curse his name every time I go up the stairs, come down the stairs, sit down, stand up....or basically any movement that requires use of my legs. EVERY single muscle fiber in my legs is excruciatingly sore...AAAAHHHHH!! He's the only person on the planet that can cause me that much pain and be thanked! AND he managed to accomplish this without me being able to even do all our normal stuff. My ankle still keeps me from doing alot of our normal routine. Punisher can't stand it. He doesn't have too many clients he can torture and get away with it, so he's dying to get me back in the squat rack. So if you ever work with a trainer...PLEASE don't whine, complain, wimp out, or go home and eat cupcakes after every workout and then wonder WHY...why don't I see any results?? People like that make trainers like The Punisher CRAZY and then they torture the clients that actually like to work hard and do what they're told. Oh well... it's all good. I get to see The Torturess this afternoon for a massage to work some of it out. Someone else that enjoys inflicting pain on me. Why? Is there something about me that begs for punishment?? Someone... give me a hug....I'm really a lovable person. I respond equally well to affection as I do pain. Anyone?

Who...Me?? Snore???

Last night was the longest night of my life at Football Widow's house. I know what you're thinking. Munchkin cried all night, right? WRONG!! Her dog snores...and I mean SNORES!! He snores louder than my grandfather!! Just when I would start to drift off, he'd let one of those really loud ones rip and would scare the crap out of me! I don't have any idea how they sleep with this noise maker in their room every night. Around 3am I couldn't take it ANYMORE...so I made him go out into the living room. Then he just sat outside the bedroom door whining...and whining...and whining. Then I started freaking out wondering if it was because he needed to go out. Football Widow would fire me for good if I let her dog pee - or worse - in the house. So I get up and open the door and he FLIES back into the room and nearly knocks me over getting back into his bed. UGH. So I'm not much fun for Munchkin this morning. So tired I feel like I'm hungover. Thank goodness Thing 1 and 2 are here to help.

Vegas in July??? Whatever..


The Punisher and I had a long talk today about whether or not I would be able to train well enough for July's competition since it's now 4 weeks away. I'm not close to being able to run, jump, hurdles, box jumps or any of that. So, we agreed it's really unrealistic to think I would make it by then and have time to be prepared. So last night to make myself feel better, I ate whatever I wanted and drank a few too many margaritas. Aaaahhh, now everything's right with the world, haha! If only. I had my first rehab appointment today, though, and he said he could have me back at 90% within 2 weeks. The Punisher is building my workouts around what the Doc said I should and shouldn't do. Hubs is being very sweet and supportive with my decision and I love him for it. So now I'm just going to focus on the NPC Heart of Texas show in September. There is going to be another Women's TriFit event in November and so I'm planning to do that one instead. That way, I'll already be leaned down from the NPC show and I can focus on agility until November. So, no more discussions about injuries as it's not a huge issue for the time being.

I'm staying at Football Widow's house with munchkin this weekend while she and her hubby are partying it up in Mexico for their anniversary. Hola Chicka....drink 'em up for me!! I hope they have fun!! They've had a hectic month with moving and she's been traveling alot for work. I'm trying desperately not to spoil the Munchkin too terribly bad while she's gone....I'm failing. He's just so damn cute and giggly!! Thing 1 and Thing 2 came with me and they took Munchkin out in the backyard and played in the sprinklers with him. He thought that was just too cool. No, it's NOT white trash when you do it in the backyard, only the front. Besides, it's not my neighborhood so what do I care? They have a neighborhood pool but he had more fun running around in the grass in his diapers. Grass and dirt ALL OVER Football Widow's new house....must... find...swiffer... before they return!! I think for fun I'm going to rearrange Mrs. OCD's drinking glass cabinet. Whaddya think? Should I go for it? While I'm at it, I think I'll move around all the rugs, too. Oh SHIT...she reads this blog. Damn. Sorry, Sis, just trying to pass the time while all the crazy kids are passed out. Going to clean up now....

Gym Rats


This weekend I went to the gym to do cardio. Since the only cardio I can do yet is the stationary bike, that gave me alot of time to do some people watching. It's much more interesting on the weekends because there is an entirely different crowd there than during the week. So to keep myself from imploding with boredom I began separating everyone into groups.

Hard Core: This was the smallest group....these are the serious people that are also in the gym all week long. I know most of these people but there were also a few I didn't know that you could tell worked out seriously that probably come at night when they get off work. Most of them are pretty cool but there are a few that are too busy watching themselves flex in the mirror to notice you. At least they HAVE something to flex.

Regulars: This was the next smallest group. These are the people that look like they try to get in about 3 workouts per week. They know how to use the equipment and seem to have an idea of what they want to accomplish while they're there. The look pretty fit and seem to enjoy being there.

Weekenders: This was the largest group. You never see these guys during the week except for an occasional week night. They don't seem to have much of a plan. They walk aimlessly without purpose and have terrible form. Yeah, using your entire body to hurl the weights upwards instead of using your muscles is pretty much useless. Swinging them as fast as you can is not very effective either, not to mention dangerous. And people...if you can't lift them off the rack, chances are you can't press them upwards either. Grunting loudly with a 20lb dumbbell is....welll...actually pretty entertainting to the rest of us!! These are the people you see on the cardio machine that look like they're working pretty hard and when you look at their monitor they haven't entered any of the settings. They're just peddling as fast as they can with ZERO resistance. The saddest part is they're actually breathless. I often worry about them dropping dead right next to me.

Uhhh, how did I get here?: This group is self explantory and makes my cardio session fly like the wind. One guy actually had on shorts with dress socks and loafers. They usually don't stay long.

High Schoolers: Since I live in Flower Mound this is actually a pretty big group on weekends and during the summer. The guys actually seem to be pretty serious and some of the girls do also. There are those obnoxious girls though that need to make sure you hear every word they say....you know what I'm talking about. I wonder if she can catch a 10 lb plate....with her teeth!! Last week this girl did the stupidest thing I have ever seen. One of the guys she knew was bench pressing around 250lbs, impressive given how skinny he was, and she comes running over and grabs him by his sides to tickle him and screams. WHILE HE HAD THE WEIGHT EXTENDED OVER HIM!! Helloooooo, you freakin' idiot!! Are you TRYING to kill him? Luckily a trainer saw her do it and reamed her prissy little ass right in front of everyone. It was great!

Pickups: Okay, THIS the smallest group. There are no single people in Flower Mound. So there's just one. This is the girl I'm trying desperately to Fug. She's from another country and wears a CAT SUIT to work out in!! Her favorite machine is the adductor, and she sits there for 15-20 mins at a time with her legs spread wide open and a "come and get it" look on her face. She's easy to spot..and most people do. I like to stand out in a crowd but not if everyone is giggling. Cluelesss...totally clueless.

From the Mouths of Babes....


Thing 1 is a funny little guy and throws me a real zinger occasionally. This past weekend I took the Things to go swimming and there were alot of bees flying around. Since Thing 1 is genuinely afraid of his own shadow...he was a little edgy. Now I've known timid kids, but this one will literally bolt out of his chair in the dining room when the ice drops in the freezer! He'll just be walking around and will suddenly WHIP around and shout "WHAT WAS THAT???" Probably his shadow he saw out of the corner of his eye. So, a predatory bee was just enough to send him over the edge. I'm trying to reason with him and it was about effective as trying to reason with a drunk person. Finally, I explain to him that the bees are not going to bother him. They are just sugar bees...that's why they keep landing on his Sprite cup. They're just looking for something sweet. So, they're not going to bother you, you're not sweet. Thing 1 turns around and looks at me with an astonished look on his face. He says in a sickenly sweet voice...."Well, I'm a very, very nice boy!". After regaining my composure I tell him, yes baby, yes you are, but you don't taste sweet. That's what mommy meant. "Okay, but I'm very, very sweet". Yes baby, yes you are!

This is the same Thing that informed me when he was four that he wasn't going to college. I explained that he had to go to college so he could learn how to be whatever it was he decided he wanted to be when he grew up. He looked at me incredulously and said, "HELLOOOOO, I'm going to be a Super Hero! Super Heros have super brains, so they don't need to go to college. Humoring him, I said that Super Heros work for free. They just like to help people. How are you going to pay for your house and support your family? Without skipping a beat he said, "I'm going to have Santa's Elves make super action figures of me when they're done making all the toys for Santa. Then I'm going to sell them for $3.00 each....and since the elves work for free, I'll get to keep all the money. I looked across the living room at hubs and exclaimed....he's going to run an empire one day. He's four and already he understands the concept of profit. Now days he doesn't really care what it is he's going to do as long as he's the boss. He also has control issues.....Thing 2 will definitely vouch for me on that one.

You Go Girl!!!

My training partner Karen, we'll just call her MuscleMomma, is competing in the NPC Lone Star Classic http://ofitness.tempdomainname.com/contests/lonestar/ this weekend in Plano. Check her out....isn't she cute?? Can you believe she's ThirtyTen something, too??? This music is what she's using in her posing routine along with "American Woman" and the routine is really cool. She has already had two competitions in the last month and she did really well. She's coming in at her strongest in this one though....so we're expecting big things from you MuscleMomma!!! Her body fat percentage is down to 4.9% which took an incredible amount of willpower and deprivation. After this weekend, she's taking a much needed break. I haven't been working out with her since she's been doing her pre-contest training and I miss her :-( . Our other friend Gracie is competing in the figure category and is going to kick ass, too. She also has her body fat down to 4.9%. Sorry, Gracie, I don't have your pics yet. So everyone give some love to MuscleMomma and Gracie...they deserve it with all the work they have done this past year.

I had to cancel my trip to Tampa this weekend to train on the obstacle course. Yeah...I tried running on the treadmill Wednesday and almost passed out. Not happening just yet. If I can't run, I can't train. So we rescheduled it for the weekend of the 23rd. I'm kinda glad to be honest with you because now I don't feel the pressure to get my ankle to heal faster...especially since it's not cooperating. I went to see the fabulous Dr. Mary Collings on Wednesday and she said I had tendon damage on the inside AND THE OUTSIDE of my ankle. She's doing some new kind of therapy where she basically electrocutes my foot! When I was there, Dirk Niwitski (sp?) was coming out and some lady freakin' FLIPPED OUT! I admire athletes and all but you would have thought Jon Bon Jovi was in the room!!! Get a grip woman!! Or maybe she just likes freakishly tall dudes..I don't know...but I wanted to just slap her. Especially in a Dr.'s office. Act like that at the American Airlines center and everyone would probably just join in. Otherwise, have some self control...you look like a freak!

FUG THURSDAY...


Oh, how I love FUG THURSDAY. The day in which my friends post hideous pictures of fashion don'ts and people that are usually, in a word, a trainwreck. I love Fug Thursday not just for the pictures but for the education. Football Widow and her friends are around 10 years younger than me and apparently the rules have become more complicated. Growing up I was taught the basics...don't wear white before Memorial Day or after Labor Day, make sure your belt, shoes, and purse are the same color, etc. Now granted, my mother was MOST DEFINATELY NOT a fashion monger....but when I was younger I stayed on top of things with fashion mags and such, just as Football Widow and her friends. After having children I fell into the horrific soccer mom faze. Luckily my sister (Football Widow) rescued me from the unforgivable "Mom jeans" disaster. I recently received an email with pics of horrible mom jean accidents and I was relieved! I narrowly escaped getting Fugged for that one! I recently learned you never, ever, wear a white bra under a white shirt. I actually had to call my sister for an explanation on this one. My brain has never fully recovered from carrying Thing 1 and Thing 2 and sometimes I just get this blank stare. That's what happened when I read that particular Fug. Furthermore, if the shirt is a tank top you must make sure the bra is a racerback. See....I never wear racerbacks with tank tops because it's more bothersome for me to have the straps show around the tops of my shoulders and neck than from behind. Maybe I'm not buying the right kind??? I'll have to investigate this Fug a little more in the weeks to come. So thanks Football Widow and Dallas K's for not Fugging me and giving your family fugging immunity :-).

I am on a mission for a Fug of my own. There's a girl at the gym from another country...and what she wears to work out in is shocking. You would think she would notice how bad she stuck out, but I think maybe she likes it that way. Hopefully, I'll be able to lurk close enough to get a shot soon! Til then, check out Dallas K's Fug this week. Poor Britney....