Rainy Day Fun

I saw my mom explode at dinner last night.
She ate one too many brownies, I'm told.
It was gruesome and gave me quite a fright.
Now my mom will never, ever grow old.

Poem by Joshua and his Exploded Mom


"Men want hot women, study confirms"

That is a headline of Popular news on cnn.com. I had to LOL. Is that something that really needs to be studied? As if we didn't already know that. Here's the story, if you are interested in reading something that I could have told you without doing a study. I particularly like this story highlight: Men are much less choosy than women. Uh...yeah.

So, yesterday was rainy, soggy circuit with lots of core. Lots of folks didn't show thanks to some major downpours right before class. Wednesday is my absolute most favorite workout - Tempo. < grin > Gilbert will be flying in from somewhere and will be late, so we will probably start ourselves off on our own.

I have a recurring Wednesday dilemma that I need to sort out. Elijah now has piano right near the TLT from 3:15pm - 4:15pm on Wednesdays (thank goodness it moved from Mondays at 5:15pm). So, I will be right there for an hour, and then I'll drive him home and turn right back around and drive right back down to where I started from. I'm thinking of doing my Wednesday workouts while he's in piano to save time, gas, money, CO2 in the air...but I'll miss seeing my friends in class. I might try an every-other-week sort of thing.

Let's close today's blog with a poem.


She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars -
And then I come away.

-Emily Dickinson