11 Minutes Ago...

Aerobics class started. Didn't make it. I just made it home 15 minutes ago. As I headed to work at 7am--which I is not part of norm--how it would be a tight fit to get to class by 6pm, eventho I was to get off at 3:30. My POKE test (which I call my Coumadin Check, because your finger gets poked) was at 4:20. The total round trip is approx 60 miles--which didn't include, the time spent at the doc office, or the stop at Target to get my refills. I sat at Target at 5:20 --to wait for a pill they hadn't filled. I wasn't smart enough to have had any my aerobics clothes with me to just change there. So to drive home and change and drive to the rec center---just was not feelin' it to walk in while the ladies were doing step. Just not feelin' it at all. So Thursday I will go aerobic and looking forward to it.

People go to work at 7am? It was DARK. Anyway, I am tired. My cats even look at me with closed eyes. Long day. Good day, yet long day.

OK, Dancing With the Stars tonight. I hate to say, yet it might be the night Michael Irvin goes home. The Playmaker did SO much better last night--but....otherwise, I'd be OK if Melissa Hart or even Aaron Carter shuffle off to exit stage right. I want Michael to stay.

Stay tuned.

I want popcorn. In 11 minutes I'll shall munch some.

And as the DWTS Results continue--at least I CAN say Donny "The Argentine Tango" Osmond and Michael "So Glad To Dance Another Day" Irvin and Mark "Who Broke My Heart Cuz He's Married With Children" Dascascos SAFE!! Gotta butter me some popcorn--back to the show!

Wee Wednesday Eve

Did aerobics class tonight. I guess I thought we'd be some bunch of mid-life women takin' it kinda easy. Ya know, not doing that much since --well--we're mid-life women.

Wrong.

Will ache tomorrow. I need a better pair of tennyshoes. As I looked In the mirror as I pulled this rope thing to work my arms, and got all the way mad at myself --again- how I'd lost this 70 lbs and kept it off until-My emotional eater self and gained more than half of it back. Anyway, it will be a good ache. At least that's what I tell myself. I do know I'll sleep like a rock and them some tonight.

Tonight on Dancing With the Stars, Michael Irvin is SAFE to dance another day. I do so blame his pro-dancer partner, Anna. Sure, she's new to the show, yet Anna's gotta put more dance in the DANCE. I do believe Michael can dance--if he cuts down on his nervousness and actually has a dance to do.

OK. I'm beat. I sweat out my 74 ounces of water tonight. All for the good--so I tell me....

Thomasina OUT.

Friday Splash

Rain overflowed any buckets it spilled into this morning. And as my usual nature, I slept throught it all. A chum e-mailed if I heard the thunder roar through. Thunder? Really? I swear, a tornado would rip through my neighborhood at night, and I'd wake up the next morning and fell a draft. Then I'd realize my roof was gone. Anyway, an autumn chill fills the air and I do have some windows open. Must be the Iowa still in me...

So, President Barack Obama is awarded the Nobel Prize. I didn't even realize he was up for one. And sounds like he didn't know either. :) Alas, this causes more uproar, that I'm sure FOX News will dedicate an entire evening to this ala the Death of Michael Jackson coverage. Ya know, I sure President Obama didn't realize he signed up for all this. Wonder if ever looks at Michelle and says, "Let's call U-Haul and head back to Chicago." Like I've mentioned before, if President Obama were about the sixth non-Caucasian president, all this broo-ha-ha wouldn't get so many hits on You Tube.

Jon and Kate....NEXT.

Began aerobics class last night. Put it off for a couple months. One of the youngest in the class, I am--literally. We did step aerobics, alot of kicks, punches, lift dumbbells and sit ups--I ACHE. In a good way, yet I ACHE just the same. Next class is Tuesday. Thought I was better in shape than I was...uh yea...that 74 ounces I drank yesterday? Probably sweat out about 73 ounces.

Main thing is, it is FRIDAY. All the rain this morning left puddles in some nothing but dirt parts of my yard, alas black water covered the land. So, of course made me think of one of the best bands ever: The Doobie Brothers and their version of a little "Black Water"...play a little funky little dixie land...cue it ALL up!

So Where Were We?

Oh, yes, MacKenzine Phillips. She was on Oprah again today. I missed her the first time, so I may need to tune in, since Oprah is repeated tonight. With the drugs and now this--explains alot of Mackenzie's behavior. Stay tuned.

On a lighter note, of COURSE, watched "Dancing With The Stars!" And I'm glad Michael Irvin is safe to dance another night. Unless his new pro dancer/teacher steps up the game, Michael will be gone before he shows us anything. I'm sure Michael's new dancer/teacher is nervous-first time on the show and all. However, there was a new male pro dancer/teacher who received nothing but kudos from the judges. Poor Michael, he deserves more than the "4" two of the judges gave him. Monday is coming-and I got faith in you Michael!

On the eating-less-calories-and-working- out-more front is kinda stuck in neutral. I've been good on the eating less calories, not so good on the working out part. Still good on the drinking water part tho. Need to get the body moving more. I keep saying I want to do aerobics, while what I really want to do is a dance class. Ballroom, sure--but more jazz, ballet or even tap. They have a tap class at the rec center, alas it's during the day. I'd love to take a jazz class, like I did in the early 90's and received "A"s for my solo. My teacher, who ran a dance company, said I had 'presence'--yet now I'd need a class that was a bit gentler to my older bones. Leaping across the floor with a bunch of 20 somethings ain't my bowl of Blue Bell Cookies n Cream ice cream anymore.

There's lots more, like the Iowa Hawkeyes battle Penn State tomorrow night. Trust me, I will be glued to the TV, plus the Dallas Cowboys play on Monday Night Football--and they GOTTA win, especially in that Billion Dollar Bungalow Jerry built. Ya know, I still feel Jerry's Bungalow shoulda been built in Dallas. I don't care what the Dallas city leaders say--that was something, that shoulda stayed in Dallas.

OK. I've rambled enough. Got some Friday to enjoy with a song that still makes my toe tap. Little known kinda disco ditty by Chic. Had it on vinyl and I dedicate it Michael Irvin, 'You're more than those 4's the judges gave you. In my book you're a 26 (that's the song's title)!

Really?

It's Tuesday. Tonight should be aerobics. Need to step up the exercise. For that, I miss the work out room that was in my old apartment. Had a park and work out room just steps away. Around the park, I'd make friends with my dogs and their humans....nice.

My chums have teased me about Donny Osmond being on the Dancing With the Stars, come next month. I think it'll be fun. Plus, I hope Michael Irvin proves he's a winner on the ballroom floor as he was on the gridiron--then Mark Dacascos can do more than point at food like he does on Iron Chef! I can't wait!

Anyway, today. I stepped on the scale and smiled. Of course, you want it to go FASTER, alas--the fact it's going at ALL is wonderful.

All is His time.

I am blessed.