A Weekend in the Life

Our weekends are not usually memorable. This one was probably no exception, but it was interesting nonetheless. Here are a few "lights," not really high or low, just there:

  • Louie has recently developed the bad habit of jumping onto the furniture. On Saturday, he jumped onto the chair by the window. As I opened my mouth to scold him, he jumped. 
 And in one cat-like movement, Louie the Ninja was on the narrow window sill. 

And in one cat-like movement, Louie the Ninja was on the narrow window sill. 

  • Saturday looked like a sunny spring day, but stepping outside revealed the brisk forty-degree temperature. Oh yeah, it's still winter. Shhh, don't tell my flowers. They think it is actually spring.
 Thank you, previous owners of our home, for planting these flowers. We have no idea what they are, but the new life is exciting!

Thank you, previous owners of our home, for planting these flowers. We have no idea what they are, but the new life is exciting!

  • To top off a surprisingly productive Saturday around the house, I decided to bake something. The result was a reminder why baking inspiration rarely hits me, and why Louie has been confused by my use of the KitchenAid mixer BOTH of the times I have used it. Yes, that is approximately two times in the five months we have had Louie. Before you frown at my lack of baking, please review the result. 
 Ooey gooey may be fine for a cookie, but not for a bread. This is a normally-delicious cottage cheese dill batter bread recipe. It said to bake for about 50 minutes at 350 degrees. I baked it for an hour at 350 and then left it in the warm oven a while longer just in case. The inside was a gooey mess. Blech! The garbage can ate well that night.

Ooey gooey may be fine for a cookie, but not for a bread. This is a normally-delicious cottage cheese dill batter bread recipe. It said to bake for about 50 minutes at 350 degrees. I baked it for an hour at 350 and then left it in the warm oven a while longer just in case. The inside was a gooey mess. Blech! The garbage can ate well that night.

  • I also made the mistake of reading a blog post about a foster/adopt situation that ended badly. According to the blogger, her family was very close to adopting their foster son when an unfortunate accident occurred. They were (unjustly) accused with abuse/neglect and the child was removed from their home. What if something like that happened to us? Kids trip, fall off their bikes, play hard, and get bumps and bruises. What if somebody thinks that we caused them? I suppose biological parents have these concerns, too. The stakes feel high for me. Adoption is our route to a family. An incident like that could mean we would never have a family. Gulp.

So, there you have a little insight into my weekend. Now we are off to watch the Super Bowl with friends. I don't have a team to cheer for, but I will be cheering on former foster child Brian Tyms

What A Difference A Towel Makes

After joining the YMCA, I was told how swimming is a great workout, good for the joints, blah, blah, blah. Sure it is. It also involves wearing a swimming suit, using a locker room, and entering a world completely foreign to me. Nevertheless, I was determined to try it. Eventually.

Today was the day. I dodged the locker room bullet by donning the proper attire at home. Pulling into the parking lot, I was pretty proud of myself. I was stepping out of my comfort zone into serious workout territory [queue the Rocky theme song].

Then it hit me: I forgot a towel. My one plan was to go swimming, and I forgot a towel. Talk about a rookie mistake. Everyone knows that swimming involves getting wet. How could I forget to bring a drying mechanism?

Confidence gone, I determined to follow through with my plan. I came here to swim, and by golly, I was going to swim.

After a relatively uneventful fifteen minutes of swimming and stopping to catch my breath, I pulled my dripping self out of the pool. "Play it cool, like I don't even need a towel," I thought, marching into the locker room and realizing how much water accompanied me.

Aha! I can dry off in the sauna for a few minutes. Wait, there's a sign that says, "Please towel dry before proceeding." Only one problem: Towel drying involves a towel, which I lack. A rule-follower by nature, I couldn't see a way around it; my only option was to proceed without a towel. So, I tentatively tiptoed toward the tiny sauna, only to find it occupied. Unsure of sauna protocol, I tiptoed back behind the sign, still dripping. What to do, what to do? Rather than stand there awkwardly dripping, I ducked into a shower stall. At least I could stand there dripping in private while collecting my thoughts. If I put my clothes on and exited the building rapidly, maybe I could be in my car before my clothes became drenched. That was the best plan so far. If you have ever tried putting dry clothes on a wet body, you can imagine the challenge that ensued. Rapid is not a great description. Slow and sticky is better. Okay now, make a break for it. Dodging strange looks and slipping around on my very wet flip flops, I made it to the car as a soggy mess.

Now, I'm home and exhausted, with water in my ear. But, I did it. Next time, I will bring a towel.

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Quick Takes from Day 1 at the YMCA

I joined the YMCA today.

As an accidental stay-at-home wife, I spend too much time at home. Leaving seems to require money, so some days I just don't go anywhere. Boring.

I hate working out, but I need to. My muscles are officially MIA, and my heart and lungs forgot what cardio exercise involves. Also, my husband and I are racing to a six-pack. Well, he's racing; I haven't actually started yet. Oops.

Anyway, I joined the YMCA today. Hopefully, the classes will be so fun that I forget the working out part of them. Or maybe I will be so inspired by the athletic people that I want to be one of them.

I'm about to get fit, y'all. At least, that's the goal.

Here are a few quick takes from my first day:
  • I may not be able to walk tomorrow. #ouch
  • Some group classes may be good, but others are mediocre or worse. #nottryingthatoneagain
  • Per the multiple tvs in the workout room, soap opera characters spend way more time in bed and inadequately dressed than normal people. #thanksforthat #getajob #normalpeoplewearclothes 
So that was my first day at the YMCA. Now, I'm going to just sit here for a while. A long while.

What's your favorite way to get or stay fit? Do you have a favorite group fitness class?
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