Popcorn that's munchy helps |
Today marks my first complete week of working out on a daily
basis, and I decided to tackle my worst area—my garbage bag stomach. Needing to
be careful because of my slowly healing back, I wanted to wait until the rest
of my body had a bit of adrenaline circulating before I took it on. While in
the midst of a kinetic exercise in regard to planking, I felt a sticking pinch
into my left pectoral (breast) area. Reaching down, I felt around with my hand to feel
a protruding wire from my bra. Cramming it back inside, I got back to work
until it repeated a few minutes later. Fed up, I pulled the wire out and tossing
it across the room into the garbage instead of repairing it. Since mirrors surround the room, I did a
quick look to see one of my breasts noticeably higher than the other. Oh yes! Not
finished working out, what could I do? The stair stepper—with one or the other
foot in a downward position, no one would ever notice the difference. My
workout was an hour and a half, but I should have stayed to cool down. On the
way home, I got a little dizzy in my car, but I’ll eat a package of Skinnygirl
popcorn and be okay. The breakfast burrito is 250 calories and my popcorn is 25 calories to my daily allowance.
Yes, the kids are opposite of each other. Keeps things spicy! |
On the home front, I was informed that both of my kids have
Thursday and Friday off of school. Typically this would be okay, but my work
schedule for the beginning of the week and has been switched to the end. You
realize what this means—they’ll be home alone for hours! For normal families,
parents probably turn a blind eye as to what could happen while they’re gone.
For me, not so much. My memory churns up the fact of my own adolescence of
growing up with four other kids. One would be the lookout while two others
would drag a mattress into the living room and ramp it across the couch. We
would play a game we cleverly coined Alligator where one kid had to stay on the
floor and catch the others as they cruised across the top of the furniture in a
circular motion about the room without getting caught. The lookout would get a
break as we took turns. When the enemy was spotted, we each knew our assigned
tasks. Two grab the mattress and haul it back into the bedroom while the others
picked up, readjusting the tables, lamps, rugs, etc. and greet our parents with
cheerful expressions. When they asked how it went, we’d eagerly reassured them
of the good time we had. Oh, those were the days. If that ever happened in my house, the Tasmanian Devil would unquestionably
break loose.
Churning over ideas with Cameron about trying my hand at writing
comedy, we’re toying with a few ideas for a Halloween comedy. Anyway, the story
idea is a scream on its own. But we’ll need to work on it. Still working on Vermillion Beech, in the meantime.
However, the comedy would be less expensive as the sets would just be a
neighborhood, as opposed to the future setting of Vermillion Beech.
Arriving at the library today, arms full and balancing while I locked my car door, The Most Dangerous Game fell from the top of the stack into a muddy parking strip. I rushed in and cleaned it off, hoping it will pass inspection. My day's gonna get even better now.
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