Hurray for prizes!! Jeri-Lynne at The Knight Life (http://the-knight-life.blogspot.com/) gave me this fabulous award - thank you!
2. share 7 random facts
3. share the blog love!
My random facts are:
1) I have a weird obsession with plucking J.'s grey hairs, which he tolerates grudgingly, although he won't let me pluck his facial hair. I had to restrain myself from cleaning up S.'s strays by reminding myself that pulling hairs out does hurt and I would never do anything to hurt my little bean. I still try not to look at her eyebrows too closely though.
2) One time I bought so many boxes of ice cream bars (because they were on for $3, regularly $8) that I couldn't fit them all in my freezer, and I had to bury some of them outside in the snow for a few days until I'd eaten enough to clear a space for them.
3) In a different life I would have liked to be a professional dancer. Not a stripper, a choreographer and dancer like the judges on So You Think You Can Dance.
4) It took 30 years for my biological clock to get started and now my daughter is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
5) When I was 10, I organized all my books into alphabetical order, drew a grid on my dad's dot matrix printer paper, and listed all of them. Then I made little individual library cards and a fee schedule and went around the neighborhood promoting my new library. Take that, Napoleon Dynamite - let your nerd flag fly!
6) I knew I would marry my husband two weeks into our relationship when I was 16 years old. And I did.
7) I'm seriously re-considering flying anywhere in the near future, because I'm truly uncomfortable with the legalized sexual assault being carried out by the airport security in the States. How are they getting away with this?
I'm passing this award along to the following ladies, whose snappy, entertaining writing makes me laugh, think and enjoy my day:
I had more people on my list, but when I checked their blogs, they'd already received this award. Let the stylish blogging continue!
Guess what's NOT stylish? Flinging your underwear around in public. Today in zumba a girl ran in late and stood behind me in the front row (safest place to be and I have a mild exhibitionist streak). Just after we finished the first song I heard "Well, it's not mine!" from behind me. I turned around and joined a circle of ladies staring at the vibrant purple thong decorating the aerobics studio floor. I double-checked and my own underwear were still on, so I knew it wasn't mine. Zumba's pretty sexy, but usually no one's panties come off, especially since I go to an all-women class.
Eventually the girl who came in late dragged her thong to the back of the class with her foot, where she left it until the end of the class, when she picked it up and took it with her. I would have been seriously mortified but she seemed unfazed. Static cling strikes again!
I used to work out daily and the gym is still one of my happy places. But every January/February that happiness is tested by the hordes of New Year's resolution-clutching newbies. I try to be patient and welcoming, because we were all rookies once and it takes courage to join a class and stumble along until you get used to it.
But some attempt to learn and follow the rules of gym etiquette would be nice. I shouldn't have to pee on the floor to mark my spot so someone doesn't steal it when I go to re-fill my water bottle. That's rude. And everyone is standing a certain distance apart for a reason and it's not because we're all sweaty, although proper application of deodorant and refraining from dousing yourself in perfume is much appreciated. It's to avoid crashing into each other while doing our jumping jacks. One time someone came late to a kickboxing class and stood right behind me - I didn't see her come in and came thisclose to kicking her in the head. Grrr.
I'm curious what your thoughts are on the naked thing. It's a little over the top to hunch up under your towel trying to hide every scrap of skin...really, it's not junior high and no one cares. On the other hand, doing a blowdry and a full face of make-up in your birthday suit isn't a public activity. We don't all want an extended view of your tatas. Save it for the privacy of your own home.
The most egregious naked offenders are old women. I've observed that elderly people seem to have lost all respect and courtesy for those around them...the snail-like driving in the fast lane, butting in line at the supermarket, loud horking into a hankerchief while people are eating, I could go on and on. Maybe when you retire from work, you get to retire from being a good social citizen too. I was blessed with a vivid example of this at the gym a few years ago.
Picture your typical locker room. In each row there's a long, narrow bench with lockers on either side. I've changed out of my pencil skirt into my favourite spandex and just finished pulling on my black and white Nike Air sneakers. As I put one foot onto the bench to tie my shoelaces, a beige expanse fills my peripheral vision on the other side of the bench. No worries, it is a change room after all. But then. O.M.G.
A green towel drops on the floor across from me as I finish tying my shoes, foot still on the bench. I look down at the towel, glance up and see something I never, ever wanted to see at all, let alone from a foot away. My mind can't even process it at first. There are beige wrinkles, pink wrinkles, grey hair...ARRGGHHH!!! What the hell!! When you drop something in public, the polite way to pick it up does not involve bending straight over from the waist. Especially if you're not wearing any bottoms and your bum is facing the rest of the room. This is a gym locker room, not a kinky May-December lesbian shower porno. It's not even good for your back to bend like that.
Therefore my final comment on gym etiquette is simple: Please, for the love of God, pick up your towel like a lady!