| 8:10a |
Do you know what here means?!
Yesterday we had a blow up obstacle course at work, which was a lot of fun. The counselors got to pick teams and then race against each other, and we got to participate too as the anchor for the team. Anyway, my team was pretty decent and we ended up getting second. If I hadn't had HR who took his sweet time on the top of each climbing apparatus to make sure he did a perfect dismount off the other side we might would have won. I did get to go head to head with another counselor though, and now I know I'm not in any kind of shape but really, I wasn't going to lose...and I didn't, so heck yeah!
Later we let the kids race without us and one of them said he was quiting. They can't really quit because then we have random kids walking around aimlessly, and quiting isn't good anyway. So NW was on the bleachers and I was in a chair at half court watching the kids. I told him to come here and he promptly replied no, I told him again, and again he defiantly said no. NW don't make me come over there, son (yes I know, but if just came out) he still said no, and then finally got up and walked half way before turning around and going back yelling no I don't want to. I removed the child from my lap and slammed my water bottle down to walk over and get him. I brought him over in front of the chair I was sitting in and proceeded to ask him if he knew what here meant and that I didn't care what the girl on his team was calling him if I told him to get up and come here he was to do it...yeah he started crying. I actually felt like I had entered a Bill Cosby bit (if you haven't heard the one where he's telling his children to come here you should it's hilarious) anyway, I also told him he better stop crying and then we went to the office to remedy the problem.
I had dinner at mellow mushroom which was good, but I haven't worked out at all this week except for the obstacle course yesterday, which sadly made me more sore than the 5 miles and 4 hills. Oh well, I'll get back to it eventually. I ordered some shirts from Victoria's Secret the other day and they came in, so I've been trying them out. I wore one to the weekly dinner and one last night; I like them but they cling to my inner tube a little too much, so maybe they'll stretch out some or I'll start working out again and work on my pooch.
I am thinking of switching to live journal because blurty is always down so if anyone has a suggestion for a title for my live journal let me know. |