Thursday, May 21, 2009

Things I hate to do

In no particular order:

I hate folding laundry. I don't mind putting it in the washer, transferring to the drier, taking the clean laundry out of the dryer but I HATE folding it and putting it away. If I ever have "people", they can fluff, fold and put away.

I hate running errands. It's not like my time is precious because I'm oh-so busy during the day (Believe me, I'm anything BUT busy) but going to the bank, post office or getting gas for my car makes me grumble (or kvetch!).

I hate giving Lucy her insulin injections. It's not difficult, it doesn't hurt her but I hate it. I dunno why; I just do.

I hate paying bills. Doesn't matter if there's plenty of $$$ in the checking account, I hate sitting down and paying bills. It's depressing. Especially since our medical insurance is more than our monthly mortgage payment, which is SO wrong.

I hate picking up dog poop in the backyard (like anyone LIKES to do this). My dog, my chore.

I hate unloading the dishwasher. Shockingly, I don't mind loading it. See "Laundry" above.

So there ya go.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

It Gets Better...

I was persevering in my attempts at whittling down the ol' waistline when Lucy decided to wander over in my direction (Gots to be with Mommy!). I sidestepped to avoid her and twisted my ankle.

This confirms what I already suspected: Exercising is Dangerous!

Adventures in Hula Hooping

I went and bought a hula hoop. If you don't know, hula hooping is *the* new exercise trend and I'm nothing if not trendy (Ok, I'm not trendy but work with me, people). Of course, using a weighted hoop is what you're supposed to use but those things are $40 compared to my $5 Target special, even if my Target hoop doesn't make the classic "shoop shoop" sound but waddya expect for $5?

I get home and give it a whirl (pun intended). I can't do it. The damn thing just does a slow rotation to the ground. I try again. Nope. Ain't happening. All I can say is Thank God nobody can see me doing this (my blind Lab Lucy is the only witness and she can't see so I'm safe) because they'd laugh themselves straight into a bladder accident.

I'll keep long as Lucy the Blind Lab is the only witness.