Swimsuit Definitely Not Optional

Are you tired of my Y stories yet? Cause I've got another. And it's a doozie. Don't continue reading if you're eating or have a weak stomach. Ready? OK, you've been warned.
I met my friend Renee at the Y and we treaded water in the pool. For 45 minutes. It's tiring.
But, afterwards, we decided a dip in the hot tub was necessary to warm up. Cause it's frickin' freezin' when you get out of that lap pool.
Off we go, la te dah, to the whirlpool. Just two ladies, chatting and soaking in the lovely warmth.
Now, this is NOT a clothing optional hot tub. Swimsuits required. BIG sign on the door. Hard to miss  really.
We had been in there only a few minutes when this younger woman walked in. I looked up and, really, it's not that I was looking, but more like, how can you not look?. She had on a sports bra, okay, not so bad. But then, my eyes traveled lower. And holy moly. She had on a thong, g-string? I'm not sure but it had some teeny tiny ruffles on the back (and they were definitely not swimsuit material). And, then, then, eeeeuuuuuu, you see the 'rest' of it. Or shall I say, the lack of the rest? Except for the ruffles, it was see through. As in, there she was, in all her glory. As in, you saw that the carpet defnitely matched the drapes, if you get my drift. Seriously, I couldn't decide whether I should just close my eyes or burn that image out of my mind with extra chlorine!! I looked at my friend and I'm sure that her face and mine were pretty much matching at that point. I know our eyes were the same size!
The young lady proceeds to walk down into the hot tub and then up to a spot next to a hot tub jet. Renee quickly suggested that perhaps it was time to leave and we hightailed it out of there. But, but, that wasn't the end. Not only did the gal go next to jet, it was one that was at the see through level and she was carefully positioning herself next to it. I'm going with the theory that something down there just needed a might strong cleaning out, and if it's anything else, well, I just refuse to think about it.
I am shuddering just reliving this enough to write it down. EEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Now I must mention, that I have had no more unusual experiences since this. I've been there at least 4 times since and it's been rather pleasant.
And I post only for your reading pleasure.
And the fact, that I'm pretty sure you're happy that this didn't happen to you.

Blue & Gold 2010

S first Cub Scout Blue & Gold banquet was a success. He earned 13 belt loops and was quite proud of himself. He should be, he worked hard to get them. The entertainment was a juggler and he was fun. At the end, the kids got to balance peacock feathers on their hands and spin plates on wooden dowels. Even Mom & Dad got to try this.

A fun night even if the kids were up late. Getting up for school the next morning, not so fun.

It's the Shoes

There's nothing like watching little girls in their pink leotards and ballet shoes to warm the heart. C loves dance class and tells me "I like ballet but I REALLY like tap better. It's all in the shoes Mama." Oh man!

Hairy Situation

Once again, I was at the Y. This time, I made it through my workout unscathed, unaccosted yet still sweaty.
I'm back in the locker room, blow drying my hair when I hear someone behind me say "I sure wish I had your hair. It's so thick and full. You're really lucky."  I turn around and there, sitting on the bench, is this little old lady. Of course, I had to look at her hair.  Her white/grey hair. Her whole 10 hairs on her head. Truely, that is about the least amount of hair I've ever seen on anyone. I gave a little gasp and unfortunately, my mouth spoke to her before my brain could stop it.  "Oh honey," I replied, "you just need a little volumizer!"
Open mouth, insert foot.

Y Me??

We joined the YMCA. And, I've actually been going. And working out. And sweating. And having sore, sore legs that night and the next day requiring Ibuprofen. It better be worth it.
Anyway, it's always an experience at the Y. I seem to be a magnet for the weirdos, I mean, eccentrics, I mean mentally challenged, no, I really mean weirdos that frequent the place. Only, not the young, good looking ones. Oh no, I get the old and somewhat depraved ones.
Yesterday, I went to the Y. La tee da, in I go. And doing pretty good as no one talked to me in the locker room (trust me, that's a plus). I get on my elliptical machine and push, push, push myself. I was looking fierce on that machine.
As I'm in full sweat mode, watching the timer, tick, tick, tick SLOWLY down (I swear it goes slower when there's only 10 minutes left), the man in the next row in front of me stops and gets off his treadmill. Now, I wouldn't have normally noticed this, because besides watching the timer, I was seriously watching my Oprah. And no one better interrupt me and my Oprah.
Alas, it was not to be. The weirdo man stops right in front of me and looks directly up into my face (now picture this, as it requires a bit of contortion on his part because each machine has its own tv screen and I'm focused on my Oprah). And then he proceeds to say, with a big ass cheesy grin on his face "Gooooood morning! And have a GRRReat day!" I almost fell off the machine. And I think I managed to say 'heh' but it might possibly have come out as a grunt. (Thank goodness what I was thinking didn't come out. That would have wiped the grin right off his face!) I'm not entirely sure what sound I made because I was trying to hang onto the machine, watch the darned timer and I was missing Oprah. And Weirdo Man wouldn't go away until I acknowledged him. Oh, and did I mention I was the only female he graced with his friendly/disturbing presence?
Well, he moved on. I trudged on and finally I finished. Off to the showers I go.
I get into the shower, was just about to take off my towel and thwap! I get hit upside the side of my head (partly on my face) with something. "What the heckl?" I look up and see that the old woman in the stall next to me had flung her swimsuit over the top of the stall and smacked me upside the head with it. Not the worst part though. The part of her suit that I got hit with? Well, it was the soaking wet crotch! EEEEEEUUUUUUUU!
I never shampooed so thoroughly.

Rock Around the Block

At Weight Watchers, we talk a lot about different topics and we talk about anchors, those things that help us, ground us, give us some inspiration. This week, our topic was about moving more. Not being one to love exercise (shocking to learn that about me, hey?!), I liked the topic. Didn't help me figure out what exercise I will learn to like but oh well.
Anyway, to get us started, our leader gave us each a wooden block and told us that when we get stuck and don't know what to do, just put the block down, walk in a perfect square around it and then think "There, I just walked around the block. Now what can I do?"

I thought it was cute and patiently waited for my turn to pick out my block from the box.

I, of course, chose a red block. Not with an 'A' on it, unfortunately, but at least it was red.

And then.

And then, I turned it over.

At Weight Watchers.

Where I struggle with weight loss.

Where I go for support.

And this, this is what I see:

Can you believe it????!!! A pig!

I couldn't hold it in and guffawed right out loud. One big power burst "BAH HA HA HA!" And many, many giggles after that. I think I scared the poor woman next to me. I turned to her and said "I got a pig. AT WEIGHT WATCHERS!" Hee hee hee! She was not amused and scooted just a little bit further away from me.

Truly, I think if I can laugh at this, I can find laughter anywhere.

And, I guess I needed it if only to remind me not to take myself so seriously.