Unnerved

Unnerved....that is how I felt today.

Like someone had punched me in the stomach 18 times then made me hold my breath until the room was spinning.

It all happened so fast. You may think I overreacted....but, I couldn't help myself.

The kiddo and I had a lunch date with one of my dear friends and her little one today at noon.

We were meeting at this scrumptious leafy salad bar that my child has grown attached to. Not to mention she eats free.

We are approaching the turn and while I was sitting at the red light I get a notice that a woman was shot during an attempted car jacking....at the mall. The same place I was headed to.

I immediately called my friend. She did not answer. I worried just a little...because she always answers. She drives a fancy car...you know...my mind began to race.

The notice I got did not say a time...or place...so it was left to my imagination.

Helicopters were humming all above the car....and my palms got sweaty.

Called again...no answer.

The light changed and I charged ahead. The restaurant was approaching on my right...I couldn't turn in. I saw a huge fire truck in the parking lot....firemen buzzing all around...and there it was...her car. They were standing right by it...where was she?! Was it her?!?!?!?

I felt sick. My mind started playing tricks on me...and I started imagining horrible things.

I pulled around the corner...into the mall parking lot and back down and around so I could actually enter the parking lot to see what it was.

By the time I got back...the fire truck was pulling away...I saw my friend holding her baby inside the restaurant and I felt like 18 tons of bricks were lifted off my shoulders.

When I walked in and saw her. I started crying. Like a nutcase.

I had imagined the worst...and was completely upset by it.

Couldn't have been more relieved to see her smiling face.

Whew!

Another friend was there to meet us too...she was the one that needed the firemen. She accidentally locked her keys in her car...and the firemen were there to save the day.

Thank God for safe friends and thank God for helpful firemen.

The End.

Good or bad?

This is what video games looked like when I was a tot. For those of you who don't know this game....it is Atari's PONG. All you did was knock a block back and fourth. What riveting fun.
Think they have come far? I have no idea what game this is from....just liked the picture. Think her cyber image looks like me. Her arms, her "rack" and her inner thighs.

Back to my point.

Are video games good or bad?

I really didn't play them growing up...just at friends homes...and I had a few games on my Apple II C personal computer. Santa was GOOD to me that year.

I ask the question because my kid played her first "video game" today. On my cell phone.

It is called "Monkey Preschool"...downloaded to your phone and it has matching games, letter and number recognition, and puzzles. And it is cute. Well...cute as far as video games go.

She played it and was in love from the moment she started. It was like toddler video game crack or something...she was hooked.

"MOMMY! I need your phone!" I can't count how many times I heard that.

Indeed, she is learning matching, numbers, and problem solving skills...all to the tune of a cheering monkey.

Good thing that isn't annoying.

So, if you can download applications to your cell phone...and you have a preschooler....get Preschool Monkey.

Your kid's future SAT scores will surely benefit.

Proud moment....

Ah yes, nothing brings joy more than a graduate.

Doodle the Poodle graduated from "Beginner Puppy School" at Petsmart.

The black furry blob in the picture has on a graduation cap. You can't see the tassel...no way was I bothering with that...

So, she can now sit, lay down, shake, give five, play dead, stay, heal, "leave it", walk on a leash without pulling, run beside me when I am not to lazy and decide to jog, and"come here" on command.

If you have a dog...do this. I think it is so very worth it.

We are signing up for the intermediate training. Guess this is like college.

Oh, I am just so proud.

;)

Commitment

Gosh...no, that isn't me. I know her flat abs and tight rear had you all confused....

Commitment to exercise is not something I have ever been good at. Ever.

Last year...I trained myself to run a 5K. (Just over 3 miles) Yes, this was a huge deal for me...yes, I know...I am a wimp.

Running is ok....I don't ever go far...not enough to hurt my knees or loose toenails like hardcore marathoners do...just a little light jog here and there.

This year...I plan to do it again....and I am committing to this hot yoga business....for 1 month.

I have been 3 times now. Plan to go 4 days a week for a month. That is what is recommended...I think.

So...like everything...you have to actually do it to make it work. I have to tell myself that every time I try and exercise.

Hopefully this time...I will listen.

Ticket to country

We got it....our ticket to "Countryville" today.

Shorty did a second test run for his BBQ cook off next week....and it worked. It was perfect.

After last week....he had considered pulling out of the running.

So, needless to say he was delighted with himself. Delighted in his ribs, brisket, and chicken.

However, my waist line isn't so delighted.

So, we will indeed be experiencing the true Texas country way of life next Friday night.

Straight up redneck.

And, I can't wait.

Looking forward to sharing some funny stories and pictures from next weekend.

Especially from the "Cootie Coach"

Yeeee Hawwww Y'all!

Its hot in here!

Hot yoga....called Bikram yoga....

I did it this morning. A 50 minute class...yoga poses and breathing exercises in a 105 degree room with 40% humidity.

I loved it. Never done anything like it...and can't wait to go back.

Relaxing...a tough workout...and it burned over 500 calories in less than an hour.

Sign me up.

Goal is to loose a few pounds, gain strength and flexibility, and you know....become one with the universe.

There was a woman in the class. She was in the greatest shape of anyone I had ever seen. Surely it was just her 4th or 5th class. Maybe I will look like that in a month.....

Yes, I am kidding.

Going back in the morning...this time...with a plastic bag. My anal self needed something to put sweaty clothes and towels into this morning. Now I am prepared....

Namaste

Mean

"You can have ice cream instead of playing on the playground." This is what I told my 2 year old today...to entice her to not WANT to play on the indoor playground after our Wednesday playgroup.

The little boy...the one who irritated me last Wednesday....well....he was there again. Same place...same actions...same story.

When I walked in, he saw me. We made eye contact and he gave me this sly little smile.

No way was I letting my kid play in the same area as him.....at least...not while I was there. My blood pressure couldn't handle it. He is just bad. And his Mom is no where to be found while he torments the other kids in the padded jungle gym.

So, I enticed my kid with sweets. Eat this ice cream.....instead of playing.

What kind of Mom am I?

You may think I am mean...I KNOW I am mean...but, I just wasn't up for it today.

Apparently she wasn't either...

"Ok Mommy....there are bad boys in there...they might hurt me."

SMART girl.