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A new form of procrastination!
The parents live in a a block of flats full of old folks. When I go up to visit them I see the other elderly people around and occasional have to help them fix a TV or translate a letter something like that (though my brother gets the bulk of these duties). I blogged about this before that I feel most old people have two extremes, they can be jolly and bright or grumpy and uptight, most falling in the latter category. I wonder have they become that way because of circumstance ? Is that the fate for everyone ? There one of the old ladies in the flats, I can jam jokes and hip hop bullsh*t with, she doesn't take life too seriously.
There is a new book called the Wonder Years I was looking at, it's about elderly people only starting to take up sports in the later years of life. Like body building in your 70's or archery in your 80's. These guys didn't believe age was a limit, I can put my hand up and say they made me feel shameful and inspired me too. We can shape our lives by the choices and decisions we make.
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The Thanksgiving spread at my dad's.
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Having spent the last 12 hours unpacking boxes, juggling the baby, moving furniture, cleaning, wiping, bleaching, building, and remodeling our new home with my husband, our baby, my brother-in-law, and my in-laws... I can honestly say that this has been the most blessed year of my life.
Fantastic family, awesome friends, steady jobs, food in our pantry, roof over our heads... I have so, so much to be thankful for!
Thanksgiving 2009. Hau‘oli Lā Ho‘omaika‘i iā kākou!
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alright - just one more observation that I have to make from my bodypump class, which i wrote about yesterday... okay, maybe two. because there's this little petite brunette who attends the class and she really is just that. petite. but with very noticeable breasts. and not in the bad way. i'm not saying that she's so out of proportion that she might fall over but seriously - she's stacked and well, it's very hard not to notice.
but other then that, i've noticed that on the occassion, we get some male clientele in the class. and without fail, i honestly do not know what they are trying to prove.
there they are, all arms but with a big pop-belly, loading up the weights and ready to go.
not even after the first exercise, are they able to last.
here is where i smirk. way more then towards the teens that i wrote about yesterday because at least those teens proved to us that they weren't there to try and prove anything and were, actually, not the typical, pain in the ass teens we normally stereotype them for.
but these men! exactly what did they think they were trying to do - impress us?
i lose count at all the times they end up dropping their weight right to the ground before we finish a set, creating a huge thud as the instructor, even with the mic, tries to talk over the noise as she brings us all to the finale. at this point, our muscles are starting to shake, sweat is stinging our eyes, and we are doing everything in our power to try and overcome that lactic acid build-up so we can finish the set together - as a team. and basically, just bring it on home.
but that loud thud? that annoying distraction?
it makes me want to just face THAT GUY and say, "did you seriously think that this is about how much you can lift/press? this is about ENDURANCE, baby - not maximum weight. take it outside to the rest of the meat heads if THAT's what you're looking for!"
morons.
