Oh the horror of it all...........

So, once again my sisters and I went line dancing. First, before I make fun of other people, and you know I'm going to, I have to make fun of us.
Ok, Angie is all little and so when she gets lost in the dance it's not quite as noticeable as when Terrie and I get lost, but she does get lost sometimes. Mambo number 5 gets her every time, but I make her do it anyway.
Terrie, she is the best line dancer out of the three of us, she just gets it, Angie and I struggle, we are the kids on the short bus when it comes to learning new dances, Terrie, well, sometimes she just laughs at us but don't make her do a turn, she will turn the wrong way every time! And make sure she has a bra on, she knows what I'm talking about!
Me, well, I must confess, sometimes I look like I forgot to take my seizure medication. They go left, I go right, they go right, I go left, who cares, it's all fun right? I'm sure somewhere, someone is blogging about my inability to go in the right direction. Once, when I was learning to do the two step I actually screwed up so bad my dance partner and I fell over. Not tripped and fell, fell like a damn tree, straight over, he wouldn't be my partner after that, what a sissy boy. Is it my fault I can't follow? Ok, maybe it is, but enough about me!
So last night, first of all we had a moment of silence because twitchy ass and ballet hands were not there, you think they were together? Inquiring minds want to know.
Bigg Titties was there in all her 70 yr old glory and dear blog friends, I wish I had a picture because I'm not sure I can do her justice. First of all her hair was pinned up and had a flower in it. As we move south, she was wearing a long sleeve scoop necked cream shirt, very tight to show those boobies in all their glory, moving still farther south, she had a darker cream belt on. So far, not too bad, if you have a weak stomach now would be a good time to cover your eyes, I wish I had.
Bigg Titties was wearing..................not cloven hoof jeans, which I promise never to complain about again...........she was wearing a MINI SKIRT!!!!! But wait, there is more! Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the mini skirt was cream colored with brown flowers and........it was sheer! Oh cover the children's eyes! This wasn't just any mini skirt, it was right under her butt, or where her butt used to be! If you are over 25 you know that gravity is not your friend, I saw much more old lady butt crack than I ever dreamed I would. Bigg Titties sure does love to twirl and kick! And her leg skin doesn't fit her legs anymore. This outfit was completed by brown cowboy boots, would have been very cute, if she were only 50 years younger.
Which brings me to today's dilemma.. skinny or fat when you are old? Bigg Titties is thin, active and in good shape for someone who lived through the depression, but the skin on her legs doesn't fit. It hung in wrinkles, front and back of her legs. Chubby women, their skin fits their legs. So what do I do?
I go to the gym everyday to keep my ass from becoming it's own continent, and also because I would like to get married again before dementia sets in, but what about later?
I'm not a happy camper that my face skin has become larger than my face. I used to be cute, everything was firm and well defined but now, one order of french fries and I have jowls. So I think that as soon as I get married I'm telling him I'm getting fat,I want my damn skin to fit so when I am 70 and rocking a mini skirt, and I will be, I promise you, I may be chubby but at least my damn skin won't hang in wrinkles over my knees.

Swine flu- seriously people!

Can't a girl not feel good and not have some highly contagious, weird disease? I mean, come on! I started feeling yucky on Friday and by Sunday night I had chills and a sore throat, nothing major, I even went to work on Monday.

I heard " Get the clorox wipes, she's got the swine" more times than I think was necessary, but I guess everyone has to fear something. Then I went walking with my sister and she was also convinced that it was swine flu and I was infecting her.

I came home. feeling much worse after walking for an hour and finally took my temperature, 101.7, ok, let's call insta care.

I went in, they made me wear a mask and not sit with other people, it was strep. Simple little strep, well maybe not so simple, I certainly felt like shit.

However, I did find out that my teenager, who seems to think I'm no more human than most ATM's, has a nurturing side. She made me hot tea with honey and lemon, heated up the rice packs to put in bed with me when I was shaking from the chills, and got up in the middle of the night to bring me ibuprofen when the fever and chills were killing me. Thank you my sweet little Mo, I am one lucky Momma!

Today I am much better, instead of chills I'm sweating, can't tell if it's from the strep or if it's just hot flashes run amok, either way, the bath tub sure feels good today. Not the greenest activity in the world, taking four or five baths a day, but it feels oh so wonderful.

I'm off to curl up on the couch with a book, the guilty pleasures of being sick. It certainly is nice to have an entire day to do nothing. I keep making a list in my head of all the things I could get done since I'm home anyway, clean the garage, mow the front yard, finish sanding the spare room...... it goes on and on. But I think, just this once, I'm going to take care of me and do absolutely nothing.......if I could just get someone to bring me some food, I'd have it made!

Oh, one more thing. I am trying to take a step everyday towards living my dream ( that whole writing thing) so in addition to writing my stories every day, I started today, applying for freelance writing positions. I'll let you know how it goes!

Exercise

I work out everyday, nothing strenuous, I walk and jog the track for an hour and then do some weights. Just enough to keep my girlish figure. I have two sisters, one who couldn't gain weight if you held her down and force fed her, and one who has struggled with her weight forever.
My heavy sister is a beautiful woman but you can see the toll it's taken on her being the "fat" sister- by the way, that's her reference, not ours. Not only is my sister heavier she is much taller than we are, so she is just a bigger person all around.
Our whole lives she has joked about her weight, always making sure that she makes fun of herself before anyone else does. I remember once when the doctor was trying to stick a needle in her spine for a test and he couldn't get it in so he told my sister that they would have to do it under ultrasound guidance because sometimes when people have muscular backs its hard to get the needle where you want it. My sister, naked from the waist up, leaning over this table gripping my hands till I thought my fingers would break, looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers and said " Does he think I don't know I"m fat?" And we laughed our asses off.
Now that we are getting older and more prone to the breakdown of our bodies, my sister's weight is starting to cause health problems for her. Forever our other sister and I have tried to get Terri to do things with us, more active things, so she would lose weight, but she was never interested.
Last week she said she wanted to go to the gym with me and this week she bought a membership. We've only gone twice but she already feels a difference in her energy level and is so happy she is doing this. I'm so proud of her, I know it can't be easy to go to the gym everyday after not exercising for years, I know she has aches and pains from working out that I've never experienced, I know she has to work twice as hard as I do. But she is doing it!
It has only just started but already she is watching what she eats because she doesn't want to ruin all her hard work at the gym, and we are both looking forward to when she has to go back to the doctors in three months to have some blood tests redone.
I am so proud of my sister for taking care of herself, for setting a better example for my neice and for spending that hour and a half a day with me, everyday, our sister time. I've missed her, life gets busy and you don't always make time for each other. Now, I get to see my sister everyday, talk about the things that we are worried about, gossip a ittle and reduce each other to laughter, just like when we were little girls.
My sisters are the greatest gift I ever recieved and I'm so fortunate to have them in my life.