The Write Woman wants to know What's Wrong with this Picture? (325 Days Left)

Now that I work out at a gym, I have access to television and hear all the hubbub going on around the world. All the news is disturbing, and I’m not just talking about the war, I’m talking about the stuff we bring on ourselves like this drink on the market called Legal. First of all, no one’s number one fruit choice for a drink is pomegranate. Secondly, aside from adding marijuana to it, the yeast included causes the containers to blow up to the point the servers wear protective gear in order to distribute the beverage. If they didn't, they could lose an eye. I'm not sure how that would work in a courtroom with the drink's name being Legal. Would the prosecuting attorney claim the victim lost an eye by legal means?

I also saw an interesting commercial for a law firm by the name of Murphy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but asking help from Murphy's Law seems a bit like you're searching for trouble, doesn't it?

Then reality shows certainly are making an all-inclusive hit on the market. Nail’d It is a show about girls that do nails. Really, are we so bored with our life that sitting in a chair every two weeks, getting our own nails done for forty minutes, isn’t enough and now we watch a show about it? Please! And what about Snapped? The show about women that have just had too much and finally set up maniacal plans to erase the people they blame for making them miserable. I think if you really want to get rid of someone, put them in front of the television for a Snapped marathon and a six-pack of Legal—problem solved. (If that doesn’t tip the scales, add an extra hour of Nail’d It.) 

Enough stuff about 101 ways to kill ourselves with misery, what are we gonna do about it? I’m doing my part in an effort to beautify the world, one piece at a time. I’ve been working out every day for six days and counting. Although it’s hardly long enough to make a huge difference, I can wear my rings now. I have three bands I wear on my left ring finger with my kids and my names on them. Cameron’s name is interrupted with x’s, Nikki’s with o’s, and mine in the middle with <3’s. It’s the most important jewelry I could wear. Glad I’m losing weight.

School is tough and work is awesome. When I took a series of photos of Cameron, because he doesn’t have any, Jen said she wanted me to enter a photo contest for the cover. The prize is $500, so that would be nice. As Cameron escorted me back to the car, he said something I’ve always longed to hear. He said, “It’s hard to believe you’re getting paid for having fun!” I almost feel guilty—but I’ll get over it. Meanwhile, I'm willing to take your photos for Christmas at JcPenney--make an appointment!

What's that? You noticed I said, "School is tough?" Okay, it's sort of not true. You know when you go to dinner and it's the most perfect restaurant, with the most perfect ambiance and an incredible date--when suddenly, your server shows up. Her kid is sicker than hell and she feels compelled to fill you in on all the details of her miserable life, breaking down in tears. Sort of puts a damper on the evening, doesn't it?  Same affect. Terrific class with a great instructor, got the most compelling storyline to work with, and a real "go-getter" for a project manager. Then we get one member who doesn't show up for the initial meeting, when the plans are being set, but shows up yesterday (the outline is due today) and decides to take over, wasting nearly forty-five minutes of the other four members' time. Add that up and it's three hours of time wasted! Same thing as the waste of money on a crummy dinner. But all this talk about food is making me hungry, so I'll change the subject.

Sometimes when I come home from working out, my kids are so supportive they’ll do anything to make it easier for me. Nikki was so impressed with my progress she offered to massage my caboose after 1.5 hours on the max glut setting. Wow! I sure hope this one pays off. In high school I was nicknamed Bubbles and I thought it was because of my sparkling and upbeat personality, but according to some it was due to my derriere. While round is good, my bubbles have become an out-of-control dirigible filling my pants ‘til the seams beg for mercy. I’m fighting for control. 

Meanwhile, when my daughter rose from bed declaring she must wear sleeves so her friends will continue to play with her, I was alarmed. "That's silly," I said, marking that she refuses to wear sleeveless shirts anyway. "It's true," she replied, "If my friends were to see my huge muscles they'd be intimidated and no one would play with me." I asked her if I could take a picture to show the world how unfair life can be for those who are fit. She agreed to pose.

Hey, I’ve got a question for you before you go. When you have a star who’s a good guy in a movie, does it upset you when he dies? G.I. Joe’s Duke, known as Channing Tatum, dies in the first quarter of the movie and I was devastated. But then in Get Smart, the director has Dwayne Johnson turn out to be the bad guy. That really pissed me off--sort of like finding out Santa Claus is Uncle Sam, giving one minute and taking it back the next. Are there any movies you’ve seen with actors you favor playing parts you don’t appreciate? Does it impact your opinion of the director’s upcoming movies?