So ... naturally the very minute I decide to begin the migration of this blog over to the web site www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com I become abnormally busy.
It starts with some loans - a good thing. Then, I begin attending this woman's dance class on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. I guess I can call it a dance class, but it is some sort of odd combination of belly dancing, jazz, aerobics, kick-boxing and stand- up comedy. Lori A., the ex-president of Club Bitch (yes that is what we were called) decided to start this hilarious work-out class for women "our age". If I were to look up the word 'Bliss' in the dictionary, Lori's photo would be there. I don't know what it is this woman has had all these years, but she is consistently more fun than driving a Maserati, with a leggy Italian man, on the Autobahn 125mpr. Yes, THAT much fun.
And I am VERY sore.
Of course, Brian's baseball coach decides to up the practice schedule, so we live part-time at the baseball field. Don't you just love dropping your pants over a port-a-potty? ... Especially one used by little boys, or as my son will tell you, "young men". It's enough to make you hold it until you are 80. Is this what parental love looks like?
Add in a night spent with fellow writers at the wonderfully talented Writers Forum in Petaluma, plus an evening spent hearing a great lecture and somehow I have managed to get a life.
What the f***over?
So, this afternoon I am wondering around the garden section of Home Depot, thinking of how sore my calves are, and if I have to take just one more step I am sure I will scream out loud for an aspirin - wait no - vicodin, and my thoughts turn to a "war" class I once attended for three years after my divorce. It was this everyday boot- camp work-out class where I religiously showed up for torture, and, as I was remembering THAT pain, I am mauled by two women.
It's the ex-drill sergeant (she calls herself the "teacher" (HA)) of that damn war class, and a fellow participant, who I was once very close with, and have lost touch over the years.
Jen is on the left, and the ever so lovely Susan-the-drill-sergeant is on the right.
I was rather blown away, since I was remembering the pain of that class, and having no idea they worked at the Home Depot. Life always seems to provide just what we are looking for - don't you just love it?
God's gotta' do something about that port-a-potty problem though. Could He\She\It show up there in the form of a nicely tiled bathroom with a sink?
Needless to say I am behind on my blog development at www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com and hope to have it fully functional by the end of next week.
Unless, of course, we start sleeping at the ball-park.
Until next time-
C
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