Funny Bunny Moment

ohk, this is my sixth week at the gym, and i was feeling rather despondent on Sunday cos i thought i might've had Abs Of Steel by now. seriously. i am definitely fitter and stronger, and can see obliques starting to appear but still no Abs Of Steel. and i have been panicking a little bit cos even though i absolutely love the endorphin rush, the honeymoon is definitely over. and i am wondering how peeps have gym subscriptions for twenty years and still keep going... cos i've been a bit out of my groove over the last week cos it's hols and i've been indulging... say no more.

it's funny what we THINK, and what we actually SAY. i rushed into the gym an hour before closing last night, and as i reached the top of the stairs, i spied The Boss Lady sitting behind the desk. i've seen her about oh, five times since i started there, she is a little bit scary. i whipped out my gym card, but before i even scanned it, she glanced up and said,

Scary Fairy Boss Lady: You've been here quite a lot lately, haven't you?

Katie Bunny: (thinks) Woah! I haven't even swiped my card yet! My name is not even flashing on your screen! I've seen you maybe five times?! How the hang do you know who I am?
Katie Bunny: (actually says) Uh, yes, I guess so.

Scary Fairy Boss Lady: You're our most frequent visitor.

Katie Bunny: (thinks) But I'm NOT a visitor, I have a membership at this gym!
Katie Bunny: (actually says) Uh, visitor?

Scary Fairy Boss Lady: Yes, you have the most frequent visits for the whole of September!

Katie Bunny: (thinks) I'm feeling rather guilty about the twenty three bucks a week that I'm spending on myself and... well, I have to get my money's worth!
Katie Bunny: (thinks) Look, I know I haven't tidied my room, but it's Saturday night and please oh please may I still go out with my friends?
Katie Bunny: (actually says) Uh, well I'm doing about six days a week. And I'm having a day off. That's ok...?

Scary Fairy Boss Lady: Yeah, uh, that's good.

Katie Bunny: (thinks) PANIC! Is she gonna tell me that I can only go four times a week? What about my Elusive Abs Of Steel?
Katie Bunny: (thinks) Ohgosh, am I THAT obsessed? I really thought those other Super Testosterone Injected Girls That Freak Me Out At The Step And Pump Class would be here at LEAST as often as moi!
Katie Bunny: (thinks) Gosh, that's awesome! I wonder if there's a Frequent Flyer pressie?

Katie Bunny: (actually says, nonchalantly) Ohk... thanks...

Sporty Spice

The *E* word. Exercise.
It's not my favourite.
I don't get a buzz from
*running around the block: so boring, hurts my legs, or
*exercycles: so boring, no one to talk to, or
*swimming lengths: so boring, can't breathe.
(i think there is a pattern here)

For moi, exercise has to be Pain-Free, preferably Fun and With People. Oh, I do like skiing. Or I did, two decades ago when I last hit the slopes. Probably cos that's Pain-Free (Katie, ski to the *side* of the big rock), Fun, and With People.

So it's a big surprise that I've hit the Gym.
Not being a Sporty Spice an' all.
But yesterday I heard the sweetest words coming from Bulldog's lips:
"You've got abs!"
Say it again.
"I can see your abs. You've got a pack!"
I think his forty year old eyes need glasses!
Just call me Mel C and sign me up for a world tour.
Oh, unsign me.

merrily, merrily, merrily...

R13 (third from the right) got out on the water late yesterday afternoon for her first rowing practice in the boat!!! i was amazed at how well the new rowers got into the rhythm. they were travelling really quite fast.
i am so excited for you about your newest interest, R13. i have many happy memories of *rowing the boat* on numerous expeditions during my childhood: there's such a wonderful freedom about "gliding like a silver arrow" out there on the water. plus you're gonna have six-pack-abs, baby.

inside story

it’s been quite a while since i had a navel-gazing convo. i spotted this today,while thinking about posting a purse or two to mocha momma's school-girls. if you're feeling pur-purse-fully posty too, you can join in here.

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saying no to:

the overwhelmingness of smint, espresso, essay, essay, espresso, smint.

ignoring my children in favour of the above.

silly expectations.

saying yes to:

defying gravity.

reminiscing.

laughter.

P!NK* by *Christmas: go the abs!

making the bed.

giddy about:

all the kids at home for the summer.

daisies on the back lawn.

making stuff.

endless hot sunshine.

scared of:

sn*kes.

the inside of the box.

infinity and beyond.

deeply inspired by:

the usual: musicians, poets, artists.

Bulldog's grasp of all the strings.

the way that our kids continue to bounce.

obsessed with:

making sure that everyone is happy.

nail polish on my toes.

happy-chicken soup.

in love with:

all things hippie.

Paris in the summertime.

cinnamon-scented candle wax.

the big wide open spaces.

haunted by:

a perfect moment, slightly mis-timed, and

little fingerprints that made it all better.

saved by:

love.

friendship.

secrets shared.

the road less-travelled.

solidarity.

and you?

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