Queen of Rambles

My mother is in desperate need of a baby. Today proved that. We were sitting at a nice Mexican restaurant, when suddenly she spotted a little baby girl who “needed her.” Instead of conversing with her family like a normal person would do, she spent forty-five minutes staring at the little life form across the way. She kept saying it “needed her” and she was going to go take it. She was probably freaking the parents out. I thought Mike was going to reach across the table and whap her for being such an annoying freak. At least her dreams of grandmotherhood will come true around July 19 if things go as planned. That’s my sister’s due date I guess.

That’s pretty much been the excitement of my day. We went and saw Cheaper by the Dozen and it was just annoying. The original version was much better, and the book was even better than that. Big surprise, eh? I can take some sorts of silly, but that sort of silly just makes my head explode, especially when there’s a four year old right behind me screaming and screaming and screaming. He kept saying he was hungry and no one would give him any food! I was about ready to grab my mom’s burnt peanuts and shove them down the kid’s throat. I felt bad for him, but it was still irritating. Why do parents do that? I guess I should just be happy it wasn’t an inappropriate movie.

At least my dreams of a World Class Chocolate sundae with marshmallow cream topping have finally been fulfilled. For some reason it wasn’t as good as I thought it was going to be. All I could think about was the fat and calories attacking me and making me scream. I could just see the little cells in my body trying to fight it off, but the fat glomming on and sticking hard. Why does it feel like my body is in a constant battle? At least I feel pretty “good” as in “completely sore” today. Those aerobics from yesterday killed my poor calves and shoulders–but with a good kind of pain, if you know what I mean.

Speaking of exercise–I’ve spent all day trying to track down a decent aerobic DVD program and there are simply none to be found in this town! I guess I’ll have to order something from Amazon. Maybe I’ll just buy a membership at the Y and forget it. They have water aerobics seven days a week so it’s perfect for me, but I just don’t feel totally comfortable there for some reason. Could I be missing all the nekkid old ladies? Nahhhhhh. . .

I think I’m just missing the routine and the really nice facilities. The pool here is very, very old with faded, peeling paint. They keep it so full of chlorine that you can’t even see across it width wise when you have your goggles on under water. It’s really small too, and the schedule is not very flexible. I don’t know why, but it just annoys me in general. Maybe I’m too easily annoyed. Or maybe I was just spoiled with the nice pool in Kiruna. Mike needs to hurry up and invent his transporter machine so I can transport back to Kiruna and stick with my swimming routine in that pool. Wouldn’t life be much simpler if we could just transport around? Can you imagine how that would change the world? It would utterly and completely change the way we live our lives. I guess in the beginning there would be some sort of limits–financial, physical or whatever. Later, though, everyone would be able to do it. There would no longer be population centers, really, if you could just pop in and out of wherever you wanted to go. Or maybe there would be population centers. Would everyone want to live in warm and exotic locales, or would they settle for just visiting during their lunch hour? I guess other people have thought about this in much more depth than I have so I’m just going to go and try to get warm now. It’s freezing in this house. I wish I could take a soak, but the stupid tub is too shallow. The water doesn’t even go over my stomach, so what good is that? Darned little people of the 1920s. Why did they have to be so small? Why do I have to be so big?

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