Out of the Mouths of Babes

I am alive.  It's true, I have successfully survived yet another session with dear Kim.  To refresh your memory, she is often referred to as Devil Incarnate, or D.I.  My last session was last week and I basically could not move after she was done with me.  I love the feeling, but hate the feeling.  I've learned only one thing from these workout sessions, the day after is always much worse.  Actually, I think that's generally a life lesson.  The day after is always much worse.  Take those words of wisdom and keep them close to you.  You're welcome.

I'm coming to the conclusion that the D.I. has an interesting personality.  I can't quite figure her out.  I will tell you she definitely has an interesting way about her.  I ran into her at the gym the other day and was asking her questions about my routine and body composition and what not.  At this point, she informed me that she was a "competitive gymnast" in high school and it would have been impossible to find an inch of body fat on her.  She continued on about how, even when she was studying to become a trainer, her classmates would never even test her body fat percentage because you wouldn't be able to find hardly any body fat.  Wow.  If anyone knows anything about me, it is when people talk like this about their bodies.  Grrrrrrrrrrrr.  Today, she told me that I really need to be encouraging Christine to work out more.  Uh, listen Kim, I can barely get my tush to the gym.  I cannot be responsible for my friend, as well.

Seriously?

Last weekend, I got to go see Wicked with one of my besties, Erin.  We had quite the rockin' date night. We went out to dinner and then headed to the musical.  I was so excited to see Wicked and it far surpassed any expectations I had.  I remember trying to read the book about 50,000 times and could never get past the first hundred pages.  The musical was much more entertaining than I found the book.  Although, of course, now, I'm questioning myself and thinking...well maybe I should give it another shot.  Maybe I will.  Regardless, it was a great evening of fun and I'm glad that I FINALLY got to see this fabulous musical.

Ah, well, I'm headed home again this weekend.  It's going to be a whirlwind of a weekend but I can't even foresee how much fun it will be!  I can never seem to get enough of my nephews.  They are so hilariously entertaining.  Last time I was home, Joey and Johnny thought they'd come by to hang out with me and grandma.  By hang out, I mean, Johnny wanted to do "projects" with me and Joey wanted to play his electronic handheld in the chair while grandma and I watched our typical Friday night tv lineup.  Johnny found some origami to do while we watched 20/20 which happened to be all about Elton John and the adoption of his baby boy.  At one point during the interview with none other than Barbara Walters, Elton divulged how he and his partner are involved with Ukranian orphanages and that's how he started thinking of adopting a baby.  He went on to say that he was unable to adopt a child from the Ukranian orphanage because of the international laws that prevented him from doing so.  From out of nowhere, Joey pipes up, "Oh yeah, those international laws are a drag."  Excuse me?  Where did he come from?  I thought he was playing his electronic game!  Moments later, I sit observing Johnny who is working on his origami creation, and having a pretty cool dialogue with himself.  It went something like this, "Oh man, I messed up.  Wait, did I mess up?  Hm.  No.  Oh yeah, I did it right.  I'm awesome.  (shakes his head)  I'm so awesome I could never mess up."  Well, no self-image issues here, people!  Back to the interview with Barbara Walters, ol' Barbara says to Elton, "There are some people that say two men shouldn't raise a child together."  Again, from the chair, Joey chimes in, "Ah, yes, and those people would be called Republicans."  (Sorry for any Republicans in my fan base...it's a pretty liberal family I'm from!)  I was astonished that he would even come up with that.  I just busted up laughing.  What 11 year old has any idea about political parties?  Dare, I say, none?  Very few, at most.  After the interview was over, I was ready for bed, and it was time for the boys to head home.  Grandma began hassling John about picking up his origami and putting it back where he got it from, when he shouts out, "Ya can't rush a thinkin' boy grandma!"  Oh my....

I'd have to say the quote that takes the cake, however, was actually not a verbal quote at all.  It is brought to you by Joey.  He is so traumatized about the puberty unit his class is about to begin.  There have been several letters sent home to alert parents about this unit, and Joey has done a remarkable job of making sure his parents know nothing about this puberty stuff.  He is just too mortified to even bring it up.  The most recent puberty packet that was sent home, promptly got hidden under grandma's chair in her bedroom.  She found it at some point last week and when she pulled it out she saw a note attached to the papers that read, "For the love of God and all things Holy, do not open this packet."  I adore him.

Erin and I at Wicked!

Wickitini's MMMMMMMMM.....

Erin tried to take a picture of us one-handed.  Half of her Wickitini on the floor is what resulted.  ;(

Mini champagne glasses.  Oh so cute. 

Flowers from the staff for Teacher Appreciation Week.  Guess what?  I cried.  So sweet.  They wrote a very thoughtful card and I'm glad I didn't even attempt to read that in front of them!  I definitely felt valued and appreciated!

Today's List:  The Least Helpful/Comforting Sayings of ALL time.
1.  It is what it is.
2.  What will be, will be.
3.  You never know...
4.  Time will tell.


'Til next time...
J