Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Heard this morning in the car....

I left a list of chores for you to do after school on the coffee table.

It better not be a long list. I'll leave. You're going to have to clean the house when I'm gone.

Listen, the dishes I told you to take car of Monday are still sitting in the sink three days later.

I have homework.

You are not going to do 20 minutes of homework and then play 6 hours of videogames. You make most of the mess in the house, you don't have a job, you will do your chores and be grateful for it.

Maybe I won't be home when you get there. Maybe I'll just move out.



Thursday, May 04, 2006

Perky Dreams

My girlfriend D has been trying to get me to go to her kickboxing class for a few weeks now. I finally gave in and went Monday. It was an intense hour. I was winded, dripping with sweat, and my arms weighed ten pounds more than when I went in. I felt good though. I came home and soaked in a hot bath, in hopes of alleviating any muscle soreness the next day.

Either the water wasn't hot enough, or I didn't soak long enough. I hurt in places I didn't know existed. We had done a lot of push-ups, punches and lifting/tossing heavy balls. I thought my boobs were going to fall off, my chest hurt so badly. I could barely lift my arms over my head. I felt like an arthritis 90 year old, and I walked like one too.

My legs weren't as sore. All the walking I've been doing saved me there. But, three days later and my hips still complain when I get up from sitting.

I'll be 42 in a couple weeks and I'm not happy about it. I want to fight aging with every fiber of my being. I want to wear a bathing suit without a big T-shirt over it.I want to be around to see my grandchildren someday. So, it looks like I'll be going back for more punishment.

I look at it this way: All of that upper body work just could reverse a bit gravity damage. It just might make the girls perky again.

Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?