Behold my view from the floor as I did my exercises today. For the first time in a long while (well, since he eviscerated my head with his claws during a previous workout) I actually allowed Earl the Cat to be in the living room and not locked in the bedroom while I did my exercises. When he saw what I was doing, he jumped up to lounge in front of the TV and menorahs. He NEVER sits up there! Ever! Even when I started my sit ups (which is when the last "incident" occurred), he continued to lounge. He even looked aloof. He averted his eyes. He did not look directly at me. His body language said to me "I don't give two hoots what you are doing down there on the floor." "I can be trusted while you do exercises." "I am not the least bit threatened by your strange exercise noises or your bright red face." "Oh, are you exercising? I didn't even notice." Yeah, right!
Don't worry folks, I didn't take my eyes off of him for one minute. He remained on his perch the whole time I exercised, but I had the flip flop close at hand in the event he made any move to pounce. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him - and he's a "substantial cat" (we don't use the word fat in our house anymore) so I can't throw him very far.
I know I haven't blogged in a long time, but I just haven't felt inspired to blog lately. I almost felt inspired when Mom fell off the treadmill during "girls weekend" after accidentally pushing speed 4. She was walking at a nice leisurely speed while the rest of us gals were watching TV. All of a sudden we hear a winded voice say "Amy!" We all look over and she's like double-timing it to keep up with the belt and looking distressed. I said "push the down arrow to lower the speed," just as she disappears from our view. We all jump up (well, maybe it was just Lisa who jumped up - she was closer) to make sure she was OK. Once we made sure she was indeed OK, we could not stop laughing. In fact, I am chuckling right now just thinking about it. But for some reason, I didn't blog about it at the time. I was almost inspired to blog when Diane and I went out to dinner at an Irish pub I just discovered down the street. That night we had the worst service ever!! We ordered Irish brown bread and they brought us crackers. We ordered a meat and cheese plate and the cheese was moldy and the meat looked like bologna. Diane ordered shrimp and coconut soup and there was no shrimp in it. Boy were we batting 0 that night. Then, Diane topped off a fine evening by breaking out in hives after dinner and having to go to the hospital for an IV. But for some reason, I didn't blog about it at the time. So, while I didn't feel inspired to blog about those crazy incidents at the time, I felt they deserved a mention in this blog. Mom will probably kill me for blogging about her treadmill incident. I'm sure she was hoping that would stay under wraps. Diane is probably just happy that she didn't come home from the hospital that night with the flesh eating bacteria that is going around here in Georgia.
Not much to update you on regarding the goings on in Conference Room C. The gig seems to be coming to and end and the Ladies of the Conference Room are in agreement that we are about ready for it to end!! I have promised to do paintings for Juniata and Jenny's daughters before the gig ends. The one I did for Juniata is below. I am still working on Jenny's.
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| Painting for Juniata. I named it "Artie the Elephant" |
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| The "meat" from our Meat and Cheese Plate (bleh!!) |
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| Unfortunately I don't have a picture of Mom falling off the treadmill |
