Fitness Guru's

Hubby purchased a new AB machine to change our kegs into 6 packs. I would have preferred a gym member ship but I could not convince him. We started with the machine yesterday and it was very difficult. He soon realized that the handles were on backwards. I believe that is why instructions are placed in with anything you buy.
It came with a wonderful DVD and recipes. I didn't know that one had to follow a diet with this apparatus in order to downgrade the keg to a 6 pack.
We started off with the beginner mode and watched in awe at the intermediate and expert mode. We never even made it to the dancercise, Pilate and cardio fitness section. It looks so easy on the video. Every muscle in my body began to ache and throb. I had a restless night in bed last night with more aches and pains. I got up this morning to check if I was on the way to a 6 pack but the keg was still present. I guess it will take more than a day to get to 6 pack size.
Today I am resting because I hurt all over like really - really - bad - awful. The new AB machine sits awkwardly in front of the television just waiting for some fool to take a ride. Tomorrow is another day.

Takeout - more than food

I believed I had seen everything until yesterday. Too hot and too lazy to cook I ordered Chinese takeout from a nearby restaurant. I walked into the store and immediately noticed the large glass vase they use as a tip jar and it was chained and padlocked to the counter. The top was taped with duck tape and a narrow slit for money to pass into. A strange decoration for sure. The chain seemed quite heavy and the padlock was tightly secured to a post.
I pointed to the unusual piece and asked the clerk why it was chained and padlocked. She said someone came in and stole all the money. This is a tip jar right in plain sight near the cash register. I suppose it never has more than a few dollars of change inside. So, some loser comes and and steals change, how disgusting. These people work hard and very long hours and bums come in and steal. How much lower can we go? I'm sure if they were really hungry and asked for food some would have been given to them. I believe the money was not going for food. Just like the people that stand on the corner with their cardboard signs that say, 'Hungry and homeless': the money rarely goes for food. It's a sad world out there.

Dreams Part II

So I believe hubby's chicken dream sent my dreams into overdrive. Last night I dreamt that I started to roast a chicken (plucked and dead) in the bottom drawer of a two drawer file cabinet. I read the directions but had issues understanding the directions. They told me to plug the extension cord into and outlet and then into the chicken. I became very frustrated when I could not find a receptacle any place on the chicken and their were no picture diagrams on the directions. Then I went on to have some alien type dream about a very short child and how he got his head stuck in the wheel well of a truck. The truck was not moving so that was a good thing. And then I woke up and downed two cups of strong coffee.

Crabs and Chickens.

My wonderful hubby who also is a part-time home chef told me about the dream he had last night. He said he roasted whole LIVE chickens in the oven. He's really a sick puppy if the truth was known. His dreams brought back my childhood memories. For me that is not always a good thing.
I remember the first time my father (certainly not a part-time home chef) cooked blue crabs for us. They were so cute and so blue and wiggly. He put this gigantic pot on the stove filled with water and I watched it boil. The so cute so blue crabs were waiting patiently in the kitchen sink trying to escape. I couldn't understand them wanting to run away? The water boiled and my dad said, "We're ready for the crabs".
He picked up the so cute so blue crabs and began dropping them in the boiling water. OMG! They screamed and screamed and tried to climb out of the pot but my dad whacked them back in with a wooden spoon. Soon the screaming stopped and I fled to hide in my closet. A few minutes later my dad came searching for me and said, "Crabs are ready to eat".
I hidin the closet for what seemed like forever crying for the so cute so blue crabs. I could not even think about eating them after hearing all that screaming. Later I did go in the kitchen and have a look at the remains. The so cute so blue crabs were gone and they were replaced by red crab parts. So, I was traumatised when I was young but I am able to eat crabs today without hearing those pitiful screams.
I'm not too sure about chickens.

Howl at the Moon

I went camping last weekend with my brother in the Withlacoochee State Forest. It was a rather remote area but they did have flush toilets and hot water showers. And as it should be it was in the middle of a forest. A dark and dense spooky forest along Silver Lake.

Another camper had an unruly barking dog. Not at all like our big boy who behaved quite well. Ron did not even bark one time which makes me so proud. At home his barking does get a little out of control. He has the 'bark at falling leaves syndrome' and anything else that moves near our yard. But I do feel safe and secure with the big guy roaming our fenced in back yard.

Hubby was feeling somewhat evil on our camping excursion so he constantly walked by the camp site with the barking dog to cause havoc for all the campers. I might add that is the pet owners responsibility to contain their pets and that would include barking.

The dog a very pretty Border Collie barked well into the night after 'lights out'. It annoyed me then I fell asleep for a few hours and woke up (dog barking) in need of using the facilities. They were on the other side of the campground and it was so dark outside and I was in the middle of a forest. I decided to improvise and use the outdoor facilities behind the palmetto bush. Got my business taken care of and drifted off to sleep with the sound of that darn barking dog.

Fast Forward>>>>>>>>>

Tonight I was listening to the local news and a story about the Withlacoochee State Forest caught my attention. A bobcat was wandering the Withlacoochee State Forest, scratched a young boy and bit another person. The rabid bob cat was shot and killed.

So now I'm wondering what was that misbehaving dog barking at? If that rabid bobcat was lurking around the site why didn't the big guy bark his fool head off?