One of the
most rewarding things about having kids is the amount of game playing that goes
on. Good plain fun, any time of
day. In the last week, we have
been playing a version of charades that we learned watching Ellen, called Guesstures. The hard
part for us, as parents, is that we are never given any warning as to when we
are playing. Our oldest daughter simply stops talking to us and begins her
animated discourse.
She throws her
hands up in the air, and we eagerly call out, “Two words.”
Her eyebrows
lift, her nose wrinkles and she starts mouthing words silently.
With enthusiasm we shout out, “Sounds
like… Idiot. Hmmm… bidiot, didiot,
fidiot, gidiot, … No?”
Then
she starts kicking the debris on the floor, a sock goes flying across the room,
followed by a dog toy.
Now we are
really getting into it – “Soccer… kicking… sports …”
This is followed by a loud
EEEEYYYYAAAG as she punches the air, runs down the hall and stomps loudly up the stairs.
“OH, I
get it,” I yell out, “Boot camp.”
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I have been
thinking about trying Hot Yoga for some time. Some of my friends have tried it, and swear by it. Personally, I have been a bit
skeptical. I am more than a little
nervous about the high heat and humidity (39-41 degrees with 40% humidity), as
I am more sensitive than the average person, and am prone to dizziness and
nausea. But, not one to let my
fears take over; I decided to try a bit of hot yoga at home. The only room that I could control the
environment in, was my bathroom.
So, I got everything set up, and then stripped naked (it’s hot!). I entered the precisely controlled and
sweltering environment. I stretched out one leg, and then the other and then
settled into dead man’s pose. This is good, I thought. I rested my head back on the bath
pillow, picked up a book and managed to hold that position for 35 minutes. It’s going to take some practice to
work up to the required 90 minutes!
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On Wednesday
I got a haircut. I came out of the
salon looking like I had been tumbled dried with Rod Stewart and Phyllis
Diller. I hadn’t had a hairstyle
this bad since the bowl-cuts of the ‘70’s! It was so bad, I had to put a hat on while driving home, and
wear dark glasses to hide the tears.
By Friday not one person had commented on my dramatically changed hair.
By Saturday I worried that it was so bad people were afraid to say
anything. By Sunday, I realized no
one cared about my hair. (And they say children are egocentric!)
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You can
learn so much through marriage.
For instance, this week I found out that our home insurance policy
covers stupidity. No kidding; I
guess it is implicit in the “Perils Insured
Against” section. Months ago,
my husband decided to hand install a new security system in our home. (Most people hire companies to do this,
but… not us!) Next, he downloaded
an App so that we could control the security system from our phones. (Why not?) And then, last week he decided
to install light switches throughout the house that could be turned on and off
using our security system (and phones).
During the installation he had to turn the power off to whichever area
he was working in. Because he had
no light, he had to use his ‘trouble-light’ (a bright light with a cage around
it, and a REALLY long cord so you can plug it into the neighbors outdoor
outlets if needed). After
finishing the lights in the basement, he came upstairs. However, he left the trouble light
turned on, laying on the carpet.
(NOW, I see why it is called a trouble light.) It burnt several holes in our carpet – thank goodness we had
the fire-resistant carpet installed! With unabashed resolve, my husband called
our insurance company and admitted his folly – and now we will be getting new
carpets installed in our basement.
“Stupid is
as stupid does.” (Forrest Gump)
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