Friday Favorites #1

Okay, I am new to this Friday Favorites by Janna Bee. You are to list the things that got you through the week.


For me lots of things can go wrong but I am grateful for when things go right! The things that do go wrong can go suck!


I'm not know to be very subtle.


Antyways, things that pulled me through this week:


Monday
Had a interview with the Division of Child Support Services for the EX to pay for his children's rather expensive taste in life. Thanks for looking like a fool in front of Mrs. H (the interviewer), who saw how very dedicated you really are to seeing that your children are taken care of. Thanks for not having all of your paperwork done, no ID, and no compassion. This makes my job so much easier.


Tuesday
Thanks Jillian Michaels' for giving me a good workout on the Wii. Thanks treadmill for the 2 hour walk. I burned 804 calories and my thighs STILL hurt from the workout. Also Jillian, thanks for kicking butt Tuesday night on 'The Biggest Loser'. Women like you so totally rock!



Wednesday
Thanks clerk at the local 'Game Stop' for selling me the Wii fit program. It's the best thing to happen to my children. They've stop watching so much TV and are now exercising, watching TV and having fun! Yeah Baby!!

Thanks to Ashley for giving me a 'Sisterhood Award'. I am so excited I could jump up and down, yet I have to settle for blinking my eyelashes. They are the only things not hurting on me from my workout today.


Thursday
Thanks Dr. D for not telling me that my daughter who runs track, has a fatal disease when we visited your office Thursday morning. A couple of ice packs did just the trick for her sore knee. Yet, a sore knee is no laughing matter to a teenager who takes running very seriously. Now if only I can tell my knees to stop aching whenever I mention 'Treadmill'.





Friday
Thanks headache for keeping me in the bed. I sooo needed the rest!







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I'd Like To Thank The Academy...

I don't feel sassy. I don't look sassy. I don't sound sassy. And I definitely don't have the sassy look.


Yet somehow, somewhere, someone figured out the inner sassiness in me and has awarded me accordingly.


Ashley, is a sweetheart, and a true image of sassiness. She is bold, honest, colorful, beautiful, and a compassionate person with a true heart for her fellow human man (in this case woman). With an upbeat attitude and always showing her gratitude for life, I truly feel lucky to have her as a blogging friend!


Make sure you check her out and leave her some love!


When I think of a sassy person I see a talkative brassy person not afraid to speak her mind. Notice the emphasize on the word her? Can you see a man being sassy?!?


(Picture what Miss J. Alexander from ANTM
would say right now)
Never mind, Miss J. is clearly too picturesque for words.


I just want to take this opportunity to thank Ashley right now and mention the ten bloggers who I believe are sassy as well.


Welcome to the sisterhood!


Akilah Sakai
Kylie
Sheri
Cyndi
Lucy
Kelly
Gemmerzz
The Mind Of a Mom
Carma Sez
Tina

Okay ladies out there, blog your favorites and tell them that they were tagged by you and that you love their attitude/gratitude about life.


Any ladies who were not tagged personally by me, this means you as well!!


Spread the love!

A Woman's Week At The Gym

I've told you all about my quest to lose weight. I've joined Sparkpeople in early December 2008 and have made some pretty nifty friends. One in particular whose name is Sparkle1908.

Spark gives us these numbers at the end of our names as if to identify us. Like for example; my sign-in name is BIBI071 on Sparkpeople. Being that I am not born in '71 I don't know how they came up with that number.

Antyways.

Here is her recent experience at the gym. I fell on the floor laughing. I hope you do to!! :-D

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other stuff too.
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THURSDAY:

Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny lady to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. _______________________________

FRIDAY:

I hate that cow Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:

Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little demon) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Diva In The House

“A Diva is a female version of a hustler…”

Excuse me Mrs. Jay-Z, but I think a Diva is much more than a person who will sell or get anything by questionable or aggressive means. (Thanks Webster)

Some may say a Diva is a spoiled biatch who wants to get her way and only her way by either manipulating or ordering people around solely because she thinks she is God’s greatest gift to man and the only one in existence.

Sounds like something my son would say about his sis Tia.

She is a princess, and her heart is in the right place. She is very helpful around the house. Baby sits whenever I ask, as long as she gets paid her free time.

Around that time of the month, Tia makes it known that she wants to be left alone. She pulls the covers over her head and announces to me in particular everyone that she is not getting out of bed for anyone. She speaks her mind so articulately.

At dinner time Tia will argue with her siblings about who will set the table, wash and dry the dishes and mop the floor every night because she doesn’t want to cares so much. Even though I have set up a schedule for who is to do what every night, she does have a break every other night. She knows just how to get a job done.

When the clothes need to be separated and folded after I do all the laundry Tia will bribe persuade Tamara (who is just six), to put away her big sis's clothes for a bag of gummy worms. Tamara does it and Tia now owes her 7 bags of gummy worms, 2 lollipops and 1 bag of Hershey kisses. Any day now Tamara is waiting for her reward for being such a good little sucker sister. She just has to stop asking Tia so many questions, and maybe she’ll find it all miraculously appear on her bed one day.

If sickness befalls the BIBI household and Tia happens to get the sniffles catch the bug, then everyone has to attend to Tia. I anyone not sick in the house will bring her hot tea with a freshly squeezed lemon with 1 tablespoon of honey. I they plump up her pillows, and massage her feet, and make sure that her room is not too hot or too cold. She is made comfortable even if it means getting out of bed at 2 AM to pass her the glass of water on her nightstand table. She was too weak to reach that far.

So, I think that Mrs. Jay-Z should rewrite her song to say that a Diva articulates what she wants, how she wants it, when she wants it, without any questions asked.

I am a proud momma of a Diva. My daughter's behavior is just a product of someone else's imagination.

Celebrate Heart Month

February is not only celebrating Black History month, Valentine's Day, and President's Day, but it is also National Heart month.


Lots of women put on their red dresses to celebrate this month. I don't own a red dress, but I do have a red dress pin. Two points!


Antyway, out of all the holidays celebrated this month I believe that National Heart month is a very noble cause to recognize. Especially for women everywhere.

I never knew that heart disease was so prevalent among the females until I began taking my nursing classes. The statistics is unbelievable, and heart rendering! (no pun intended)


With all the women folk in my house we have to keep a look out for our ticker because of our genes. Just for the record, we do support Woman's Heart Health. Now if only we can find the red dresses to go with the occasion.


I wonder if any of the women at the Oscars thought to wear one?

Sisters......

I’ve had this ‘memo on life’ note for a long time from a good friend of mine. I thought it only proper to share this note today with all the women who read my blog to celebrate the momentous occasion of our President signing the first Bill today in the White House on equal pay for women. Its called the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act and I feel that such a joyous affair should be celebrated with a letter praising all of us fine women what a great species we are when we DO stick together. Even if the men in our life don’t agree.

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter.

“Don’t forget your Sisters,” she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. “They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them; keep in touch by mail. And remember that “Sisters” also means your girlfriends, your daughters, and other women relatives too. You’ll need other women. Women always do.”

“What a funny piece of advice!” the young woman thought. Haven’t I just gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup. Surely, my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!

Nevertheless, she listened to her mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. Almost 60 years of living in this world, here is what I’ve learned:

Time passes.

Life happens.

Distance separates. Children grow up.

Love waxes and wanes.

Hearts break.

Cheers end.

Jobs come and go.

Parents die.

Colleagues forget favors.

Men don’t call when they say they will?

BUT Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A Sister is never farther away than needing her can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley, and you have to walk it for yourself, you Sisters will be on the valley’s rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk besides you. Or come in and carry you out.

My mother, mother-in-law, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, aunts, grandmothers, and “girlfriends” do bless my life! The world wouldn’t be the same without them, and neither would I.

When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Everyday we need each other still. Pass this on to the women who help make your life work.

I just did.