A Women’s Week at The Gym
Author unknown—God bless you for so cleverly expressing what we are all feeling . . .

You would think attending a massive world-wide event like the Olympics, in Vancouver B.C. would be—well—crowded. Thousands upon thousands of people attended the games on Whistler Mountain and Cypress Mountain. Lines of people streamed out of the sky train stations and SeaBus station, however the friendly folk of Canada have an incredible transit system.

So snow shoeing looks real easy—strap on the shoes over snow boots and walk in the snow. Right? That’s what I thought too. My husband Tom certainly had a good laugh as he watched me struggling to put one foot in front of the other in the deep snow in our backyard.

We made a joint New Years Resolution this year. No we aren’t going to go on a diet—there is no imagination to that sort of resolution. Everyone knows that in order to lose weight, one must exercise more and eat less, and quite frankly I don’t want to do that just now. Swimsuit season is months away and my pants aren’t snug enough for drastic measures. Our resolution this year—clean the basement. I mean really clean the basement.

The few Christmas cards we’ve received this year prominently display the family pooch front and center. With that in mind—I’m posting this amusing note from ‘The Writing Bug’. Unfortunately, the author wasn’t listed.

I’m a friend of Daniel the owl—no I don’t make it a habit to form relationships with wildlife, but I do make exceptions when the wildlife is stuffed and a classroom project of my nephew. I try my best to be a good Aunt for my sweet little nephew, as long as my duties don’t involve mathematics, I absolutely draw the line at fractions.

Is it just Tom and I, or do other couples have Christmas tree-stand issues? I mean there are so many other worthwhile things we could be arguing about—like, what color of lights to put on the house, or what does his mother want for Christmas, or how many pieces of sticks and coal our youngest child deserves. Really, she didn’t mean to be sassy and disrespectful to me. She was having a bad day—week—year. But that’s another story. The freaking Christmas tree-stand continues to be the bane of our holiday stress.

Even if you don’t own a dog at present, you’ll appreciate the efforts of this owner to sell her dog. Read the sales pitch!

This is an actual letter from an Austin , Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products

Word travels fast here in b-town. I was just gathering my courage to call my dentist to make an appointment for a tooth scrubbing when Margi, the receptionist at Dr. Abolofia’s office phoned me—for the third time. I’m sure patients like moi driver her crazy.