Aerobics class

Question. When did aerobics go from this:

where there are normal people who wear fashionable leg warmers; to this:

Where by the end of the "warm up" you are ready to curl up in the fetal postion and go home. Seriously. Someone help me. I have been going twice a week, Wednesday lady is normal.....Friday lady looks something like this:

It took all I had last week not to run...nay, walk and/or crawl out of the room and roll into my minivan. Was there some shift in the aerobic continuom over the last decade? Am I the only one that feels this way? I have decided to revolt against the aerobic machine and produce T-shirts in mass quantities that contain a motto such as:


or:


Whose with me?!

How boys say goodbye

Ever wondered about the emotional differences between boys and girls? Let me help. When girls say goodbye to one of their best, best friends they cry, they hug, they cry some more, they write each other notes and cry. When boys say goodbye to their best, best friend here is what they do:




Man, oh man that testosterone is powerful stuff is it not?! And so we bid farewell to our good friend Robbie of 3 years...which in AF kid time is like 20 years. We are sad to see him move to the DC area but hope that we will be able to see him soon. We love ya Robbie!

And the love keeps comin...

Here's what my little stud muffin got for Valentines day from the young lady:

If I may get a word in.....

He has gone where no other Martin boy has gone before:



He had A GIRL call him. Yep, a GIRL. Her name is Aria, she's 7, likes horses, painting and talking to my precious son on the phone. Want a good laugh? Listen to a 6 year old boy and a 7 year old girl talk on the phone....funny, funny stuff. He can't get a word in. He just walks around in circles in the living room and listens to her go on and on....like a good little man. And at the end he says, "Are we done?" and then hangs up when she apparently says yes. Hmmm, guess we need to work on our phone manners?

...and you thought opening the present was naughty

I just recieved an email from my dad, who while reading the post about the present snoopiness was reminded of this naughtiness while we were visiting them a few summers back:

Look carefully and you will see the finger marks in the side of the cake

Apparently my kids have severe issues with delayed gratification when it comes to birthday items. Hmmmm, I guess we need to work on that so I shall add it to my list of things I am teaching my children:

1.Love God
2.Pick your clothes up off the floor(only the older two have issues with this, I learned to teach them YOUNG with the twins so their rooms are actually quite sparkly!)
3.Use deoderant......EVERY DAY, MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY.....I BEG OF YOU
4.Always open a door for a lady
5.Stop snooping/eating cake before your actual birthday
6.While in church, refrain from nose picking while mommy is worshiping Jesus...it's distracting
7.Refrain from nose picking all together
8.Stop peeing on the toilet seat...in fact, if you are unable to get the pee fully in the nice blue toilet water....just go outside.
9.No kissing till your married...that's why the pastor says, "You may now kiss the bride."......have you seen "tween" TV lately?!! Grrrrrrrr!

Whew, I still have a lot of parenting work to do! Pray for me!

Happy Birthday Punkie!!!

Look who turned 11 today:






Where has the time gone?! A few things about our sweet pumpkin head...or "punkie" as he is known to me.

*He is HYSTERICAL
*Most teachers do not think he is as funny as we think he is
*His head has been this size since the day he was born and his body has finally caught up
*He is INCREDIBLY athletic and picks up new sports with ease
*He wants to have two Golden Retrievers and one Husky when he grows up
*John and I will be buying him the most industrial vacuum we can find to clean all that dog hair when he grows up
*He is academically gifted and manages to carry straight A's with little/no effort...much to the dismay of his brothers
*He is our adventuresome one...if I need to worry about any of my kids doing stupid things like bungee jumping off of a bridge...it's this one.
*He(and Jack) are our night owls
*He will eat any food put in front of him and can out eat John and I two to one.
*He is loved! First and most by God and secondly by us!

Happy Birthday punkie! We love you!

Sneaky Mr. Sneaky pants!

This:


is what I discovered a few days ago. This present has been wrapped and ready for Jordan since Jason's birthday....out in plain view.....in my room.......taunting anyone who passes by it......at the mercy of four little pairs of hands that were apparently dying to know what Jordan was going to get.....my favorite part of this is that whomever it was went through great lengths to cover up their crime....even going so far as to get some more tape and attempt to tape it back up...


It's off at the FBI testing lab now being fingerprinted because...don't tell the boys...but I have NO idea which one it is. I do however, have strong feelings that it's either this one:


or the soon to be birthday boy himself:


Hmmmm, let's see who feigns obivious excitement at the birthday party...then I will catch Mr. Sneaky Sneaky Pants!

Zumba

So I was invited to go to a Zumba class at the base gym last night; I'll try just about anything once, so I said yes without even knowing what on earth a Zumba(noun?) or Zumbaing(verb?) would entail. Well, let me just be the first to tell ya...it involves a LOT of tail. Yep, as the rappers would say...you must shake your money maker...guess that explains why I ain't got a lot of money! So a couple of things about the class itself:

No one told me there would be MIRRORS and windows in the room......and believe me ladies; that ain't pretty...that room was most definitely designed by a very mean, mean man.

I stood in the back as any normal person would and about halfway through they flipped it so that the back people were in the front....ummmm, that is NOT OKAY! Why do you think the back people like being in the back?!!!!!

The room was full of about 15 women and 1 very enthusiastic man in spandex....'nough said.

I positioned myself next to an elderly Chineese woman thinking I could blend in.....she was WAY better at this than I was.

I was apparently biting my bottom lip the ENTIRE class trying to concentrate on the moves and didn't realize this until the end when I discovered a giant sore on my lip.

I am the whitest white girl ever. This white girl cannot dance.


And finally, after 4 kids in 5 years...no one, I repeat, NO ONE wants me to shake anything and I am all but certain that night will somehow, someway end up on You Tube.


Because though I like to think of myself as this:


I am truly more like this:


With my motto being something like this:


Happy Zumbaing!