My plans for getting back into shape over the summer have been pushed somewhat to the back burner. I did managed to get some eye exercises done last night though. I stared at the treadmill for a full 20 minutes! I don't dare pull it out or I will have half a dozen little humans stuck to me like velcro as I try to keep my balance on the belt. Sometimes I really feel like a Human Ionic Breeze! Those kids just cling to me pollen spores and no matter how hard I shake, they keep coming back. I have completely forgotten what it is like to go to the bathroom uninterrupted.
"Mom, whatcha doin?" (duh... I'm in the bathroom on the toilet... What do most people do when they are in the bathroom on the toilet?)
"Auntie, I need you!" (can you pleeease wait to need me until AFTER I go potty?)
When I was a child my favorite condiment was soy sauce, no doubt because of my mom's oriental upbringing. Dickidoo introduced me to the versatility of ranch dressing, he even puts it on steamed rice... yuck! And then there is Tabasco sauce which goes on what ever the ranch dressing doesn't. My children have inherited both of our tastes, so our dinner table Lazy Susan always sports a bottle of Tabasco sauce, soy sauce and ranch dressing.
Enter the Southern Loompas. And to the Lazy Susan add Frank's hot sauce, ketchup and peanut butter! One neice puts Franks on everything that doesn't have sugar in it. My nephew dips everything into ketchup, even brussel sprouts! (Now thats just gross! No wonder he didn't like it!) I suggested that next time he try dipping it in Ranch. And then there is the Littlest Oompa. She is my Peanut Butter Oompa! I made a ham and cheese sandwich for her the other day, but she would not eat it until I spread some peanut butter and jelly on it. And yes, she ate the whole sandwich!
I hate where my computer has been relocated to. Initially I was excited because of its proximity to my Bunn-Omatic, but its right next to the television set in the upstairs livingroom. Right now I've got Bear and the Wiggles screaming in my ears. As obnoxious as they are I find myself getting distracted and tapping my toes along with the little songs about everything they see in forced rhyme. I am in a Romper Room nightmare, stop the music! Agh! Time to vacate this seat and go downstair for some serious news. If I hear someone sing the word 'happy' one more time I shall surely hurl. At least its not Barney, or the Telly Tubbies!