Walk Softly and Carry a Cheese Stick

There are few things I need, I'm not high maintenance, but I do need things. I need my kids to not whine or hit and not throw heavy wooden balls at my inlaws new wall. I also need them to walk softly when they are in the halls of buildings. They for some reason still have not comprehended the fact that in apartment buildings children are to be seldom seen and never heard. Its just good manners to those that are around you. My kids don't have good manners at least not today.

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D has become quite the eater. Its something that I am not used too. Now he is always hungry and finishes almost everything. I now have to carry around food with me because a meall doesn't last very long with him. My choices of snacks are peperoni sticks and cheese sticks. If I don't carry them with me I am bombarded from both kids by the phrase "I'm hungry". Although I am glad that they are eating and growing, adults too need a routine and I'm just not used to it.

Thaks to Jen for letting me use her computer again.

Under The Guise of Working Out.

My Friend jenthemom and I have a deal to work out Monday, Wednesday and Friday but I have realized that its more about the conversation the reps. When we first started working out we were there for 1.5 hours now we are at the the gym for 0.5 hours. Even when we are there we arn't really there. More often than not we are leaning over the weight machine and talking instead of pumping iron. I would like to blame it all on Jens pregnancy but I have always been a chatterbox, just look at my report cards. Could that be why I haven't lost any weight in the last 3 months?

Maybe it could be because we don't always go. If the week is busy the work out is the first thing dropped. Then there are the times we fully intend to work out but something comes up and we end up at either house and don't quite make it to the gym. Kind of like today.

Today we are to go to the gym but presently we are at jen's house waiting for a high chair. Although we still intend to go I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't make it to the gym.

So here I sit, with a figurative gun to my head, blogging because Jen is suffering from some kind of withdrawl and yes I still don't have internet. Perhaps we are not waiting for a highchair after all.

ps. Jens computer is blocking spell check so no spelling coments please.