Boooooooots
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These boots were made for walking. Or, ya know, just standing in one place. In front of an exerball and that laundry my mama never seems to get to putting away.
Soup Swap
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My neighbors invited me to do a very cool thing, which I am sure Gwyneth Paltrow probably already blogged about and everyone reading this thinks I am so behind the curve of neighborly engagement, but if you are indeed the last person on the interweb to read about it, let me tell you about our Soup Swap.
Now this is going to sound like one of those story problems that probably conjures a sense of panic in you, such that you are clock watching during a standardized test sitting behind some guy whose crinkling windpants distract you every time he shuffles around in his chair which is every 43 seconds WHO WEARS WINDPANTS TO TAKE THE SAT?? But really it's simple math.
You take 6 sets of neighbor people. + You choose to meet at one person's house. + You each bring a quart of soup or a couple people bake bread/cookies. + You each make 1.25 gallons of soup or 6 loaves of bread. + You swap. + You all walk away with 5 quarts of soup or bread mix. Equals ==== Your fridge and freezer are STOCKED!
It was such a nice way to get to know the neighbors and Baby Girl was totally geeked about the Rody rides along with boys whose names were Thing One and Thing Two. For realsies.
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/I had to call the cops the other day. There were some teens diddling parts in the playground near my house. At 4p.m. It's a funny story. But it is underscored by a sad reality. They would have kept going in broad daylight had not the good constable showed up.
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I'm scanning the various work-out routines available on OnDemand.
Let's see, do I want "Slim and Sexy Abs," "Girls Next Door Work out at the Playboy Mansion," "Carmen Electra in Bed," or "Striptease to Please"?
How about none of the above.
If I can't make it to the gym, I do like to work out from home, and the OnDemand work-outs are nice because they are all in short increments and I don't have to pay extra. But honestly, it is hard to find one that is not set on a pole dancing stage, does not suggest you use a feather boa rather than a jump rope, and does not suggest that this work-out is all For Your Man, rather than for doing a body good.
Not to be Prudey McPruderpockets, but when did exercise become exersex? I mean seriously, can I please just order up a Jane Fonda in a leotard set to some corny base beat and get my leg lifts on? And who WEARS these shirts to work-out in? How do you move, much less get into these halter slut slingy straightjacket contraptions?
Continuing on this editorial, how do you go get a job when your resume includes "Supporting role: FlirtyGirl Fitness" and expect to be taken seriously?
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I can almost not even blame the teens getting busy at the park. I wonder if they told the officer they were just getting some exercise.