Friday, February 24, 2012


I’m a talker…we all know this by looking at my blog, and if you know me then you know firsthand that I talk, and I talk a lot!  Sometimes I talk about girly things, sometimes about fitness, other times about feelings, once in a while politics, at certain times I’ll talk about the weather, or a movie, or sports, or my family.  I talk to anybody, my friends, my family, my dog, my husband, the fast food employee, the bank teller, the random person at a table over from me at the restaurant…really I talk to anybody about anything!  I used to not be like this, I used to be very shy and quiet.  I joined an organization that was about leadership in high school and all of the quiet happy dance life I lead was GONE!  But all of that changed this past weekend…this past weekend I lost my voice! 

Help! Have you seen it?  My voice?  I’ve looked everywhere for it, under the couch, in the basement, in the drawers, next to the computer, at home, at work…I can’t find it anywhere.

I tried to coax it back with hot tea, cold water, not talking, lemon, honey, sleep, seeing the doctor, and medicine…it’s still not back yet.  Well let’s just say, it is a little bit of a tease…you know the kind of voices that come back one minute  and then are gone the next…yeah that kind of tease. 

I’ll wake up, say two words with a voice and then next sentence I say I won’t have one at all.  Then it comes back and I sound like a goose, or as a coworker told me today, a boy going through puberty...wonderful, just the image I was going for.  My goose like voice goes from being little more than a whisper to full on honking noise for a word or two and then back to being a whisper.  COME ON!  I need my voice back! 

My wonderful husband, who really does love me, and likes to give me a hard time, told me last night that he likes dinner when I don’t have a voice, it’s quiet.  My close friends told me to stop talking, they can’t take the honking anymore, I laugh, but I know it’s true…I sound ridiculous!  So I am now quiet.

Life for a talker without a voice ends up being a bunch of text messages and very “loud” arm movements to make points come across clearer.  So I end bombarding my friends with 100 texts every hour OR knock over a vase trying to make my “voice” heard using my arms. 

I know my friends are tired of so many texts and I know Bebe would like me to stop pointing furiously at things and waving my arms up in the air (like I just don’t care…sorry got carried away there) to try and “tell” him what it is I would like to say while mouthing the words.  I also don’t know how to mini message, as in just say a few things to get the point across, so instead of “whispering” a short sentence, I make a display of a paragraph.  This gets strange looks by the people near us, or just from Bebe, since most of the time what I am trying to say can’t be “told” through whirling my arms around above my head!  I should go to miming school, maybe then people would understand me! 

Boy, when I finally do get my voice back, the world better watch out!  I haven’t really spoken in so long I really won’t know how to shut my mouth!  Maybe that’s why I can’t find my voice…the universe isn’t ready for the talker to come back…maybe I spoke my last full on story last week and until the universe is prepared the voice is gone for good. Wouldn’t that be horrible?!?  I don’t know what I would do!  I’m a worrier, this now has me worried…If I never got my voice back, vases and small children near me wouldn’t have a chance, and all of my friends and family would need unlimited texting for me to even contact them!

I have a lost voice, somewhere in the mighty abyss that is the world…if you find it please return it!  This talker needs a voice!!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Goodie Fridge!

There is a new quote I keep seeing, “If we shouldn’t eat midnight snacks, then why is there a light in the fridge.”  (or something like that).  Good point!  So here is my suggestion…we all get two fridges. 

One fridge would be a healthy fridge…no light, just veggies, fruits, and good wholesome food that your body will be happy to have.  This fridge would store your healthy left overs, your food for the next day, nothing that would make a trainer angry at you if they came to your house!  This fridge would be easily accessible right in your kitchen.  If you tried to put bad, unhealthy food into this fridge a sensor would catch it and a bright piercing light would go on and a really horrible nasty noise, that you can hear two houses away, would come screeching out of the top at full volume and wouldn’t stop until you take the bad, unhealthy food out. 

The second fridge would be where you could keep the bad, unhealthy food.  (You know the Goodies!)  You know, the ice cream, the processed foods, the foods that you crave in the middle of the night like hostess cakes, all that not so good for you food.  The fridge would have to be stored in the basement in the far corner that is slightly creepy because there are always shadows and the air is slightly musty (you know the place that nightmares are made of?).  Or you would have to store it in the back room, you know the room where you store everything that you don’t want people to see, the room that has a really small pathway with stuff jutting into it from the piles on the floor (am I the only person that has this room?).  This way no matter if it is in the basement/celler or backroom it would make it awkward to get too. 

This fridge would allow you to put anything in the fridge at any time, you open a side door and press a button and the food is put away for you without you opening the fridge yourself.  The issue would only come up when you wanted to actually take something out of the fridge.  Let’s say you woke up at 1a.m. with a craving for some chocolate ice cream.  You sneak down to the room with the food you want in it.  You try to open the door, knowing that once you do the light will come on and angels will sing from above,” Hallelujah” because heaven is now in your fridge in the form of sugary goodness your taste buds can’t wait to try.  You pull on the door, and it won’t budge.  Then you realize, it’s the unhealthy fridge you are at….so you pull on the door harder…it still won’t budge.  The fridge will have a built in lock system.  The first part of the system will be a safe lock, the turn dial ones, but no one has the key, accept for the company and they can’t give it out because of the law.  So you have to try and fiddle with it, you finally figure out the combination, it’s now 2:30a.m..  You have tried hundreds of combinations and can’t even remember the one you just put in.  You open the first door…that’s right the first.  There are at least three layers that you know of because that is as far as you have gotten before. 

The second layer is a dance game one.  A dance mat comes out onto the floor and you now have to follow what the screen tells you to do and if you mess up the mat slides up and the first door slams closed and you have to start all over again. By 3a.m. you have finally gotten to the third door, the door that always gives you problems, by this time you really aren’t that hungry because you just went through the hardest level of dance dance revolution (thank goodness you have been practicing on your own time during the day just incase this would happen again) and it’s also 2 hours past the time that you originally wanted the not so good for you food in the first place. 

The third door is always the same, it’s a picture of you a year ago…you know that really unflattering picture of you thirty pounds overweight, looking tired, and sickly.  Yeah, that’s the picture.  Next to that picture is a mirror so you can see how far you have come, with pictures surrounding the mirror of you working out throughout the year to see your progress come to light.  You have two options…you can either walk away and go back to bed…considering it is now 3a.m.! OR you can open the door and get the tasty goodness.  You have never chosen to open the door yet…so you sigh, close the door, and go back to sleep. 

Problem of midnight snacking…solved! J

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

You might be a redneck if…

If you go to a gas station twice on your wedding day, in your wedding dress, you might be a redneck. 

Oh yes, my wonderful followers and random people that just pop over to check this blog out because you wonder “what in the world is a wog?” or because you searched for wrapping paper and this is the page that came up, I Happy Dance am now a “Mrs.” and Bebe is now stuck with me for life.  So I am Mrs. Happy Dance Bebe…or something…but you can just call me Happy Dance.  I also might be a redneck, because I really did go into two different gas stations on my wedding day, in my wedding dress.  I mean who does that? 

Oh wait…me! 

Bebe and I got married, in August,  and it was a wonderful ceremony and day.  Many things went wrong, BUT that only makes things more memorable later. 

It was a hot day, and after the ceremony and the thousands of pictures we took at the church our bridesmaids and groomsmen and ushers and Bebe and me got into the bus we rented to take us to a local park that has beautiful sites in it to take pictures together.  We all got on the bus and the men started getting drinks out of the coolers they had brought.  In the coolers was beer.  That was it.  Now I’m not saying that none of my girls would drink beer, but I know that most of them, and myself, prefer a little more fruity drinks and we all needed some water.  It was really hot outside and REALLY hot inside the bus even though the a/c was on.  Us girls needed something to refresh ourselves.  So we had the bus driver stop at the local gas station and the girls and I hopped out and went to buy some water and drinks.  I hiked up my skirts (10 skirts to be exact!) and walked inside the gas station.  My sister in-law, Amy, had my train in her hand and some drinks in the other as we made our way up to the counter.  People told me congratulations and how pretty my dress was and asked about where I got my hair done, and others just stared like they had never seen a bride, veil and all, in a gas station before.  Is it really that uncommon?  Amy and I made our way back out to the bus and then we were off to the local park to take the pictures.

Once we were done at the park we went to the reception and partied all night long.  We had fun and danced the night away.  But we only had the reception hall until 11.  Then Bebe’s and my town car was there to drive us to our hotel.  On the way, Bebe wanted to stop at the gas station and grab some beer and I wanted some water.  So the driver let us stop at a nearby gas station. Bebe got out to get the beer, but came back to the car empty handed.  He had given his wallet to his Best Man, Mick.  The gas station attendant carded him and wouldn’t let him buy the beer.  So I had to go in.  This time without the veil but with just as many skirts in my wedding dress.  Bebe helped me out of the car and I hiked up my skirts and walked in again.  This time not as happy as the first time that I walked into a gas station on my wedding day.  I gave the attendant my lincese, and he after carefully looking at my card and giving me an evil stare, finally let us buy the beer and be on our way.  People were congratulating us and everything and even the evil stare down attendant congratulated us.  We then got back into the car and the driver thought it was the funniest thing.  Apparently most brides don’t frequent gas stations on their wedding day.

It was the same company gas station that we went too, just different buildings and I imagined some security guard at their main office watching the video footage of the same bride walking in and out of two of their gas stations and cracking up thinking “the boys won’t believe this one when I tell them about it.” 

So if you ever want to shock some people and get a lot of congratulations from strangers in the big city, go to a gas station on your wedding day in your wedding dress…people seem to love it!  Only consequence…you might be a redneck…

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Warrior Dash

Oct 15th, 2011 I became a Warrior!  Happy Dance is now a Viking Warrior ready to take on anything, ready to go full force over any (well most) obstacles that come my way and take a mud bath if needed!  I AM A SHE WARRIOR HEAR ME ROAR!!!

Warrior Dash is something I have been training for since I signed up for it July 22nd, 2011.  It is a 5K (my first 5K actually) with obstacles throughout it.  The first map I saw had a junk yard and tires as examples of what we could be hurdling ourselves over.  That changed to other obstacles, but I practiced for those two specifically by jumping up and down in my back yard like I was running in tires and climbing play equipment at the nearby parks.  Yes, I know my neighbors already think I am crazy, and yes, I know that by doing these things to train for the Dash, that I probably looked even more insane.  But that is besides the point, I wanted to be a Warrior, and nothing was going to stop me!

I signed up with three girls that I had met on my online fitness site.  Inspiration, Motivation, and Amazing Armpit Girl will be the three girls names.  Inspiration was a women that I had friended over a year ago, we had never met, but I had “watched” her transformation take shape over the year and she had wowed me.  Motivation is a friend that I had met before and no matter what is going on she is always pushing us to do our best, and even though she considers herself a “wimp” when it comes to pain, she still pushes herself to the limits, surprising not only us, but herself with how awesome she is.  Amazing Armpit Girl is a woman that I have met quite a few times and we Wog together a lot.  She got this nickname because her armpits are amazing!  I have never seen someone’s armpits be this amazing looking.  She has shaped them with weight lifting.  The Warrior Dash is Motivations and my first  5K.  Probably not the smartest move on our parts, but we were going to have fun!  Amazing Armpit Girl has done tons of different types of races before and Inspiration has been doing 5Ks for about a year now. 

Amazing Armpit Girl met Bebe and me at our house to car pool to the 5K.  We got excited and talked nonstop the whole ride there.  Once we got there we paid to park and then walked along a field to the opening where the potential Warriors were preparing for the battlefield.  We registered and then took a look at the few obstacles we could see.  We could see a net wall, a place to leap over fire, and a mud pit to crawl through.  The magnitude of what was going to take place, still hadn’t hit me at this point I don’t think.  A few minutes later we met up with Inspiration and Motivation.  They had arrived with their husbands.  We took some pictures together and then it was Noon!  Noon is our race time!

The husbands go off with Bebe to get ready to take pictures and the girls and I plan our attack of the battle field.  We know the first mile or so is nothing but ground, no obstacles, so a light jog is all we are going to do.  Then walking/light jog between the obstacles that are supposed to be pretty much back to back.  Then we start seeing the crowd of people ahead of us start to move forward, and we take off!  Once we get through the start gate fire lights up above us, the heat and randomness of it all gets us to move faster.  We get some ground, the whole time smiling and talking about everything that is going on.  Amazing Armpit Girl is already ahead of us surrounded by people.  We reach the first obstacle which is barbed wire and hurdles.  So we climb over the hurdles and go under the barbed wire.  One obstacle down! 

The next obstacle is a net that is laid flat out but up away from the ground.  I get on the net and see Motivation doing the crab crawl. I follow suit!  I feel like “Sara” (From Working out isn’t working out blog post) trained me for this one.  I get to the second net and a girl next to me moves so quickly that her weight pushes the net around and down.  My feet fall through the netting and I scream!  Half of my body was through the nets and I had to work my way back up to get over this obstacle.  The girls I am with ask if I am ok, and I say yes, and I start back doing the crab crawl over the nets.  I get down and my adrenaline is pumping so much that we are off even faster than before. 

We get to the next obstacle which has us army crawling under barbed wire.  By this point Motivation and Amazing Armpit Girl are ahead of Inspiration and me by a few minutes.  Inspiration was getting over a sinus issue, and I was still freaked out a little by the obstacles. 

Inspiration and I get to another obstacle that deals with huge steps and a firepole.  Here is where my worry wartness gets in the way.  I climb the steps and get to the top.  Inspiration zooms down the pole and is ready to go.  I am frozen stiff.  How am I supposed to get to down this very tall firepole without killing myself.  Inspiration gives me the words of encouragement I need and I go down the pole.  I don’t zoom down the pole, and this is probably where the problem lies.  I held tight and my arm pulled upward along with my rib cage.  I got to the ground and the pain in my side brought me to my knees.  In my head all I can think of “I broke something, everyone was right, I can’t do something like this, I’m only going to injure myself, and I did…I injured myself.”  I was so mad at myself for getting hurt.  The EMT, there is one at every obstacle, and Inspiration rushed to my side and I started to breathe in deep.  That hurts!  I cough, that doesn’t hurt.  NOTHING IS BROKEN! (Is all I can think in my mind).  The EMT wants me to go to her chair, but I know if I sit down, that’s it I’m done for.  I tell her thanks, but no, and stand up slowly.  I am in a lot of pain, but I must push forth.  Inspiration stays back with me and I stretch a little and we start walking. 

I do every obstacle but four…it was almost five obstacles but Inspiration, an old man, and all the other Warriors on the Net Wall encouraged me to go on and do it!.  The three obstacles I do not do are two walls with ropes, and something called Staten Steps.  I climb the ropes of the two walls as much as I can, but it hurts my side more, and I figure I am going to fall and die and can’t hold myself that much and so I let myself down the wall and kept on going.  Staten Steps is an obstacle that you stand on table tops that wobble and have to leap to the next table top to the end.  I tried it and was ok, until I saw a huge gap, I decided I was just going to get down and walk around it.  No use in hurting myself worse.  All I saw was my head hitting one of the table tops and crumpling in pain on the ground. 

Inspiration and I make it to the third to last obstacle.  It is a huge net that stretches up about 20-25 feet in the air and then comes down the other side.  Other Warriors are climbing the sides up and down as we got closer we watched them.  Inspiration is up and over before I can even really begin.  I get half way to the top and my panic and fear and worry takes over.  My mind goes into something like this: I don’t know if I can do this.  I don’t know if I can do this! I can’t do this.  I CAN’T DO THIS!!!! Get me down! GET ME DOWN!  OH MY GOD, I’m GONNA DIE!  I AM TOO FAR UP!  I start shaking and Inspiration tells me I am almost there and to keep going.  My fear has me by the arms though.  I can’t make it over this without coming crashing down, there is no way!  An older man, around the ages of 55-60 sees my panic stricken face when he passes me up the net.  He, while I’m on the verge of tears, smiles at me and tells me he is going to help me up and over, that if he can do it so can I.  Everyone else on the net seems to figure out there is a potential Warrior having some difficulties, and they start cheering me on.  With the older mans help, and the cheers from the others and Inspiration, I make it up and slowly over the top and down to the ground.  Inspiration and I high five and take off.  I look back and tell her “I can’t believe we just did that!” 

We can see the finish line now.  We decide to up the pace and start jogging slowly, and then faster. The fire obstacle is next and we leap over the two fire pits together, we race around the bend and then the mud is in our sights. 

We crouch down in all fours and the cold mud hits our hands, our arms, our stomachs, our shoulders.  We float up our legs and move across the mud on our hands.  I grab onto roots, and grass, and sticks and push myself to the finish line that I can see under the barbed wire and flags over the mud I am in.  We get out of the long mud pit and we both slip.  We pick muddy selves up and climb up the little hill to slide down the other side into hay bales.  We pick ourselves up and walk across the finish line where there are people putting medals on all the participants. 

We reach for the water being offered and Motivation and Amazing Armpit Girl come over to congratulate our accomplishment of the 5K.  We take some muddy pictures and then head to the wash off station.  The fire department is there with fire hoses on, rinsing people off.  It is the coldest shower I have ever taken.  We scream and laugh, and then race out of there. 

This was my first 5K and first obstacle course.  I was told back in high school I would never run again, proved them wrong, and I was told by many people I was getting way over my head with this Warrior Dash, and I proved them wrong.  Yes, I don’t like filth and mud, but I embraced it.  All the mud, bruises, callouses, sunburnt skin, blisters, and tears were worth it!  I don’t know if any other 5K can come close to this experience!  I’m excited for next year!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wogging it out!

So at the beginning of my healthy lifestyle journey I started walking, you may remember the description of my experiences with the first year of this journey in this blog

I didn’t jog for most of my life.  I had a bad injury in high school when I fell down some stairs and in that process moved my pelvic bone up, and now it moves back and forth and creaks (yes, my hips sometimes make old lady hip noises).  After the injury I didn’t walk fast (so no way could I jog) for about 4 years.  I started jogging after Bebe and I moved into our house and I had been walking at a very fast pace 5 miles quite a few days a week.  My pelvic bone seemed to be doing ok, it still creaked but it didn’t hurt all the time.  I would go around a block at night in the Fall and come back exhausted and not really liking it.  So when I went back to a healthy lifestyle of eating and working out to keep my heart healthy, due to heart problems on both sides of my family and not wanting that to happen to me, I just walked and did the other extreme workouts described in “Working Out Isn’t Working Out” blog.

Now a year in of this new lifestyle and I have decided to pick up the jog again.  I know it’s the middle of July…and I know it’s hotter then all get out outside.  But I’m jogging at night.  Well I don’t call it Jogging I call it “Wogging”.  A wog is a mix between a jog and a walk.  If you remember from my bicycle blog, I live in a VERY hilly area.  I can’t bike up a hill, nor can I jog up a hill (as of right now).  So I have been jogging down the hills and walking up the hills.  The hills, when you are at the bottom, look like Mt. Everest.  I just can't do that!

I thought I would hate wogging.  I thought the wog would become the new workout that I would do for a few days and then set aside because I would make an excuse and sit on the couch instead of getting up off my big butt and doing something.  There isn’t a set program and the opportunity for me to skip a day or do the whole “oh, a wog, I’ll get to it tomorrow,” and then never really get to it, EVER, is really high.  But because I have named it “a wog” and it just sounds too cool not to do, I have wogged almost every night for the past week, except for the weekend when I was having some rest days. 

My wogs have become an adventure of sorts.  I start off doing some odd stretches in our driveway.  I know my neighbors are probably sticking there noses through their window drapes thinking, “What in the world is she doing now, walking around doing lunges and pulling her leg back like that?  Does she want to be a ballerina? Did she forget how to walk straight? Oh no! Did she almost fall over?!?!” (Not the most graceful walking lunge person around, I’ve got to admit.)

Then I start off on my wog.  At first I am at a slow but gradually steady pace of walking, then I hit the comer and start into a fast paced jog down hill.  Once I reach a marker that I have set up in my mind, I start walking again.  Then once I reach the top of the hill I start jogging again.  This continues for a full mile until I reach back around to our house.  

Now the wogs aren’t easy.  But I do it because I know it is one of the best things to do to be able to run and it’s really good for your heart.  I know I’m jogging downhill and walking uphill, and that I should probably switch them, but for the beginning I’m going to do it like this.  It is still really difficult and the only way I get through the jogging part is by telling myself that I must get to the marker I have set up in my mind to meet.  So I jog about three – four blocks downhill until I stop at a light post.  In my head once I see the light post I hear my fitness friends telling me to “go for it girl”, “keep jogging”, “don’t you dare stop”, “ Just reach the light post.”  The girls aren’t really with me, but I hear their encouragements in my head pushing me along, especially when all I want to do is stop.  This helps motivate me enough to get to the light post.  Every time I wog I make the point to stop jogging and start walking a little further, so past the light post, and then the next day past the light post by three steps. 

My experiences with wogging have been interesting.  First off I started this wogging craze when the Midwest was going through a heat wave of biblical proportions.  Second off I look like an idiot when I run so I probably don’t look so cute wogging.  Third off I get cat calls, bitten by bugs, and I sweat like a pig throughout it all.  Not to mention the wild animals and people whom I pass all the time.

I do my wogs really late at night, thinking it will be cooler and no one will really see me in my yoga pants, sports bra/t-shirt.  WRONG! Every time I go out wogging I get a whistle or a call from some dude or a car of dudes.  Ok, cool, you like girls that run, that’s fine and dandy, but you cat called at the wrong girl.  I look like an idiot running, I am sweating beyond a normal person, and the cat calls make me feel uncomfortable and makes me not want to wog (though I continue to wog) since I am alone at night.  I wish they would stop.  Note to guys who like to cat call at girls at any point, sometimes it is flattering, but when a girl is sweaty, red in the face, and breathing like she is having an asthmatic attack it is not the time or place to cat call, wait until they are at a club or something and have done their hair. I have at least 10 new bug bites every evening after my wog so I have welts on my arms and legs. 

Also the wild animals that run amuck at night you wouldn’t believe.  I have seen raccoons, possums, snakes, frogs, and rabbits.  The raccoons usually scurry away or just sit on the other side of the road and watch.  The possum I saw actually played dead and I had to run around it, when I looked back it was gone.  The snakes are always in the grass, never near me (THANK GOODNESS!), the frogs right now are baby frogs and I have actually stepped on one (sorry froggy who is now probably in froggy heaven, I started to tear up when this happened and couldn’t look back to see if I had killed it or not I just felt a squishy feeling beneath my shoe and it was when I saw a bunch of frogs I was trying to jump over…leap frog really didn’t work in this instance) and the rabbits have run along side me and then take off to the side of the grassy areas in the parks to get away from me. 

Overall, though, my wogging experiences have been great.  My favorite part, though, has got to be coming home, drinking a big bottle of water, going over to Bebe and giving him a big old sweaty hug before heading off to go to get ready for bed.  His face is hilarious and it makes the wog totally worth it!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Bug in the Bread Box

I wake up, during the week, at 6:15 everyday.  I get out of bed, stretch, use the restroom, take a shower, and then move into the kitchen to make my lunch pail up and make my breakfast.  Sometimes after the shower I am fully awake, sometimes I am still not quite ready to face the day, but not matter what I keep trudging to the kitchen to prepare my lunch/breakfast for the day. 

I am a pretty simple girl and I eat the same breakfast everyday, during the week.  I always make myself a peanut butter sandwich on wheat bread, one slice folded over, and sometimes I throw in a glass of milk just to spice up and add more protein to my breakfast.  It's kind of a curse, really.  I always make it and if I don't, during the week, I feel must be the Devil!  A few mornings ago I shuffled from the bathroom to the kitchen, not fully awake, and really wanting to head back to bed, to make my lunch and breakfast.  Bebe is never awake this early in the morning.  It is just Bella and me, and most of the time Bella “grrs” or gives me the look of “do you know what time it is?” when I walk by her in the morning.  So I try to be as quiet as I can every morning.

I quickly threw everything needed for lunch in my lunch pail and moved on to the breakfast portion of my morning routine.  We had run out of bread a few days before, so when I was at a store the night before I bought us some bread. The bread hadn’t made it into the bread box, but it was laying in front of the bread box on the counter top.  I put the bread on top of the plastic sandwich baggy and opened up the bread box to get the peanut butter; we store it next to the bread since I reach for it every morning with the bread.  I grabbed the jar and then jumped!  I almost screamed...OK, OK, I did was just quietly.  Something in the bread box moved!  It was all shadowy in the bread box so it was hard to see exactly what it was...was I seeing things maybe? 

I looked again and there was this feathery creature in the back corner of the bread box trying to climb up the wall (having great difficulty achieving that) and hiding in the corner.  I quickly took out the peanut butter jar and shut the lid. 

I know what you are thinking…why didn’t you just kill it?  Well you get startled by a bug at 6:30 in the morning, half awake, and the other person in your house is asleep and your dog growled out you earlier and rolled over to face away from you to get more shut eye and you know if you tried to kill it, in the process, you would scream and wake up Bebe and then Bella would probably jump up to see what was wrong ready to charge at whatever I was screaming at and when she would see that it was nothing she would probably grumble, her dog grumble, and walk away back to her bed.  See! What would you do with that.  I bet you would have chosen to close the bread box too! 

I inspected the peanut butter jar to see if this bug had major teethers and if it bit a hole in the jar, it didn’t bit a hole in the jar, so it must not have teeth (or at least big ones) so that was good.  I quickly made my sandwich, put it in the bag, and headed back to the bathroom to brush my teeth and dry my hair and get ready for the day.  Once I had made it to work I got on an internet social networking site that Bebe and I both use.  I wrote one sentence, “There is a bug in the bread box, please kill it.”

When I got home that evening I walked in the door, and asked, “Did you kill the bug?”  He had, Thank you Bebe!  What is it with bugs trying to scare me all the time.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

"Water Babies"

It’s a common thing among my friends and me. We have had multiple water babies…sometimes up to 10 in a day.  They happen when you drink a lot of water for weight loss or due to working out a lot and you just gulp down your water.  You become full with a water baby.  Depending on how your day is going you might have water baby after water baby after water baby. 

I personally try and drink two gallons of water a day.  With this causes quite a few water babies a day.  I think my office thinks I am crazy always getting up and running to the bathroom.  But if you drink a lot of water that is what happens, you’ve gotta go gotta go gotta go.  When I workout a lot, burning over 600 cals in a day is my “a lot” workout days…maybe once or twice a week, I could drink a little under 3 gallons of water that day.  When I have a great workout I gulp down bottles of water like it is nothing to replenish myself and try to get the water back in me that I sweated out.  It could take me 2 minutes and I would have a bottle of water gone.  I LOVE me some water, though water babies, not so much.  Water babies can make you feel like your head is going to explode with water or that your insides are just floating on water.

The name water baby was derived from my workout friends and I discussing what our stomach looks like when we drink so much water in one sitting.  When you gulp down two bottles of water like it is nothing your stomach grows outward and kind of looks like a “food baby” (which for those of you who don’t know is what happens when you eat so much food your stomach protrudes outward and usually you have to unbutton your pants so you don’t feel all uncomfortable being squeezed in…i.e. Thanksgiving dinner), minus the food part.  Since it isn’t food that is involved we call it a water baby, you still have that uncomfortable feeling with the water too.

Water babies have got to be one of the quickest and easiest pregnancies ever.  If only real labor was like this.  I’ve never experienced a pregnancy  but I’ve heard stories of what pregnancy and childbirth is like, and it sound painful and long.  If it was like having a water baby it would take only a few minutes, under an hour for the whole thing, to grow and be put into labor, you wouldn’t have to go to the hospital (just your nearest restroom), and it is a quick and fast delivery.  Though sometimes the water babies keep hold and you could have quadruplets from the one water baby if it doesn’t all want to come out at one time which means more trips running to the restroom.  After the water baby (or babies) have been delivered your stomach is back to being flat and defined instantly and you no longer feel uncomfortable. 

I’m off to finish my first 32oz bottle of water for the day…how much water have you drank today?