Working Out.

For all of those "lookers" that had a blast watching Bonita and I belly dance, you need to come on Weds and watch me do step class. It's absolutely hilarious. Although the belly dance thing didn't catch on with us, I think the step class just might. I thought the step class would just be stepping up and down on a step. I didn't know it was choreographed moves that turn this way and that way. And more times than not I was turning the wrong way or tripping over the step. Bonita assures me next week will be easier and the moves will just come to me. Yeah right. But we are ambitious. Not only did we do a 45 min step class we also stayed for the next class which was butts-n-guts. Thank goodness it was only 20 mins. I liked that class a whole lot better although it hurt. I found myself plenty of times saying "plastic surgery would be so much easier!!"

Bonita warned me that I would be sore. I was already feeling some pain before we even left the gym. She just laughed and told me to wait until Friday!! Last night as I was laying in bed my ankles were hurting. Of all things to hurt, why my ankles?? I can tell that I'm getting more sore by the minute. But hopefully that's good--it's working hopefully!! Of course after all the working out what do we do?? We headed to church and had a good dinner of pork loin w/h gravy, mac & cheese, pinto beans, cornbread and DESSERT!!! I've never said I wanted to loose weight--just tone up!!!

Who needs sleep anyways???

Last week Grant had what I thought was another one of his migraines. It turned out he was sick with some kind of virus and had a migraine. For 2 nights I had to comfort him--which means for two nights my sleep was interrupted and I didn't get very much of it. Fast forward to last night and I couldn't go to sleep. Cary was having the same problem so we talked, tossed and turned until midnight. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I was awoken by a storm. It sounded like a tornado, although Cary didn't hear a thing. I got up and checked the TV to see if we should move downstairs. But there was nothing about a storm even on. So upon finally falling back asleep both kids enter the room. The storm woke them. So I make them a makeshift bed in the floor. Again settling back down to go back to sleep and the dog starts pacing the floor. It make me nervous when he moves around at night because I fear he is going to potty all over the house. So I get up to let him out. He disappears and I can't get him back in. Forget it I'm going back to bed. When I go to get back in bed my foot steps in something wet. It took a minute before I realized I stepped in dog pee. No wonder he ran--I'm going to kill him and he knows it. So I jump up again to grab the mop. By this time everyone is awake. Madison is asking where puddles is(wonder where he got that name?) I told her he was outside and he could stay outside for all I cared. She wasn't having it. She went looking for him. Cary get's up and helps me clean the mess. Finally we are all back in bed--only to be awoken an hour or so later by the dog wandering our bedroom again. Finally he settled down and I fell back asleep only to have the alarm go off.

I just knew this was going to be a bad day. But no, I'm not ill, and I'm not really tired, much to Cary's amazement. He was watching a commercial the other day and it was about a woman having PMDD--the symptoms are irritable, fatigued, moody, bloated and lots of other wonderful adjectives. He seems to think this is what I have. I informed him I did not have PMDD I had G-R-A-N-T.