Do you ever get writer’s block? I look back through posts that I wrote a year ago or even three years ago and I had so much to say. This blog started out as a way to document the lives of my littles and the older they get, the fewer funny stories I have to share. Talking about how I lay out their clothes in the morning and pack their lunches isn’t very entertaining. I doubt you want to hear about my (sometimes) two hour commute or how the pizza place made me wait for 15 minutes when the sausage & pepperoni is supposed to be “hot and ready”. What about how Ella’s dance class let out late last night and I barely made it to Bible study on time. I’m rarely the girl with nothing to say, but the blinking cursor isn’t very inspiring today.
Josh helped me put together a list of arm / shoulder / chest exercises to take to the gym yesterday morning. I’ve been doing mostly cardio workouts and even though I love to run, I want to incorporate some weights in my routine. Yoga has been really good for all of those areas, but I’d like just a little more definition. I’ve been the only one in the gym at 6 o’clock in the morning, so I don’t mind doing a little lifting while I don’t have an audience. Today, I opened the door and there was a full-on pilates class in action. At 6 o’clock in the morning at the company gym. In the basement. I realize this further cements my crazy, but I had no intention of lifting weights while three total strangers were watching. I decided to go for a run even though my legs were sore and I ended up running a better pace than most days. Four and a half miles felt good. I even managed to casually ask the girl at the gym how often they did that. Wednesdays and Fridays. Duly noted.
I stopped by my parents house last night to pick up some books for Ella on my way home from small group. Taz was scarfing spaghetti-o’s and an elephant-shaped pb&j at the kitchen counter, courtesy of my dad. She spends the night with my parents every Wednesday and goes to Mission Friends at our church. She managed to strip down naked while I was there and was really starting to embody her nickname, so I slowly backed out of the kitchen and let them have it. That kid is a whirlwind. When I got home Josh & Ella were happily slurping chocolate milkshakes (they didn’t bring me one) and watching Bolt in my bed. I managed to kick them out so I could get my Survivor fix before I started to fade.
Josh has, quite possibly, the greatest sense of humor I am aware of, so I asked him to help me with a blog topic for today. He was less than helpful. His suggestions were all not-for-public-consumption or at the very least, highly inappropriate. Why do guys think they are so funny? He did agree to guest post one day next week, he gave me a highly-coveted list of his favorite misspoken idioms and we played a quick word association game. What do clothespins, legs and a Zamboni have in common? Absolutely nothing, but my husband insisted that I blog about them.
And because it’s Throwback Thursday and every post deserves a photo, here is one of my absolute favorite of Josh. Isn’t that permed mullet amazing?!
