Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Where is your partner in crime?

Recently I have taken on a couple new roles: caregiver, food preparer, and errand-girl. It is a lot more taxing than I had originally imagined. (My mom and sisters got in an accident on their way back from Florida and I have taken off work (partially) to help out around the house and assist in movements.) The only person who benefits from this arrangement is my six-month y/o dog, who usually spends hours in her cage while I work. Instead she gets to hang out with our family dog creating havoc.
Today, however, I got to be the troublemaker. As anyone with a pet can probably tell you, dogs (and cats) do not like the Demon Sweeper. Bringing said Demon Sweeper into the room is cause for barking, attacking, fleeing, and jumping around the room. Then, you turn on the Demon Sweeper and all goes to hell. In my dogs defense, I may have enjoyed her reaction so much, I *may* have chased her with the sweeper hose. Needless to say, sweeping the carpets is my new favorite activity.

My high school friend/ dog park buddy, Elton, and I.
Yeah you read right. Sir Elton freaking John. FTW.
Now that Spring has arrived, my second favorite activity is finally possible again: the dog park. I *love* going to the dog park. I know I have mentioned my love for the dog park in one of my previous blogs, so I shan't bore you but all days are better after a jaunt at the dog park. My good friend from high school goes with me occasionally and has introduced me to my next favorite thing: The Gentle Leader. Ermagerd. It's like horse muzzle, but for dogs, and my brother-in-law also LOVES it. It makes taking my barrel of a dog on walks *so much* more pleasant. Like times a billion. No darting away. No ripping your arm off. Ah, it's great.

But no day is really complete without a trip to everyone's favorite workout gym. A day in which Sexy Trainer Man:
This is clearly not Sexy Trainer Man, but this is Trish and
 she's more motivational anyway. Also when I said she looked
like Arnold Schw. from the 80s, I was not kidding.
a) waved to say hello,
b) remembered my name, and
c) asked where my partner in crime was tonight.
I thought YES. Sexy Trainer Man is talking to me and finally acknowledging us after two months of refusing to remember our names. But this excitement wore off as I realized that the real reason he was asking was because the workout we were doing tonight a) required a partner, and b) we had an odd number of people come to class tonight.
Guess who didn't have a partner?
Damn.
(And it's that awkward moment when even Gary, the creepy guy, who told you you were fit and looked like a gazelle, has a partner and you don't.)
All was not completely lost. While he did make me do most of the partner exercises alone he did take pity on my and partnered up with me for three of the workouts. But then again he also left me doing plank for the longest time. He's a winner for sure. The woman trainer is better.
Man I miss my Acroyoga. Unfortunately the class got cancelled due to the fact that only I showed up most the time with perhaps one other person. Usually I brought that other person. BUT STILL. Moment of silence.

Proudest moment of the week: A friend told me I am the tannest she has seen me ever. Granted the tan is kinda pinky, but I'll take it. FRECKLES UNITE!

That is all for now.


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