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Thursday, April 27, 2006
I used to take the youngest to school in the mornings. After I dropped him off, I would take a right and head to work...and almost every morning I would see the same lady out on her daily run/walk. She became so familiar to me that I felt like we were friends--it didn't matter that I didn't know her name. I still knew her. She was a heavy woman. The first morning I saw her, I wondered to myself how long she would keep it up. How many times had I started the same health routine only to give up a week or so later? The second week, I found myself admiring her for her persistance. The second month, I noticed a gradual change in her. She'd quickened her pace slightly. Her body shape had changed. A few months later, she was running. Not a fast run--but it was definitely not walk. By the end of the school year, she had lost quite a bit of weight and she was running with a little white dog. (though, she really needed a better bra to be running...those babies were having a party as she jogged) Summer came, and I began to miss seeing her because I didn't have to go that route to work. She had really become an inspriation to me--even though I hadn't gotten off the couch yet. I saw her in Wal-Mart the other day. She looks great. (she still needs a better bra...LOL) I bet she's lost 80 lbs. As many of you know, I started my health quest in January. I've been doing a pretty steady job of exercising 4-5 times a week and walking at night after work. During my walks now, I'm starting to recognize the same cars. Folks I don't know are waving at me because I am becoming familiar to them. Kind of weird the way life circles around sometimes. Licking Nipples I know, y'all want to know about the nipples part of this post. Perverts. Speaking of perverted, I got a call from my youngest (8 year old) son's assistant Principal today. AP: Mrs. Francis? Me: Yes? AP: Your son announced in class today that he can lick his nipples. Me: cough, sputter, giggle Really? Hmmm. I'm sorry, why are you calling about this? A.P: trying to stifle a laugh and doing a poor job of it. Because his art teacher has heard him mention nipples before and is tired of it. So she wrote him up. Me: snicker I'm sorry. This isn't funny--well, yes it is. I'll tell him it's inappropriate to talk about nipples in class. He didn't demonstrate did he? AP: laughing now. No ma'am. But the art teacher says that he has to stop talking like this because it's so inappropriate. Me: He only does it because it's getting under her skin. AP: I'll just let the teacher know we've talked, Okay? Me: Yup. Sounds great. This child is going to be my biggest BTW--I'm pretty sure he got the licking nipples thing from The Family Guy. Ooops. 7 Comments:
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