Not too long ago I was talked into joining a "Survivor Boot Camp Program" much to my dismay. It was not the brightest idea and as my skills in the field of exercise had never been displayed it was hard to not imagine it. I believe these types of hard physical labor are not for everyone, and most times I don't think it is for me either. But then there are times where something comes along to shake me up a bit and make me roll on the floor that makes me realize I really can do anything!
After boot camp one fine cold morning, I was on an exercise buzz. I could conqueor the world!! As my friend Myra and I left the local gym building downtown I was full of conversation. As you all know I did not want to skip a beat on my "storytelling" so instead of waiting for the rotating glass door to do it's full round before jumping in - I went on through right behind Myra, and yelled, "I'm comin' in!" and joined Myra in the extra small space to get outside. I momentarily forgot my work out backpack I was carrying that would set me back a bit and lunged only enough into the moving space for me, but not the pack. Oops. As my back pack stayed outside the doors and Myra pushed heartily forward around the circle, we both stopped dead in our tracks! I did not stop completely, however, as the backpack straps caused a rubber band effect, and I nailed Myra from behind. And there we were, stuck in the rotating door together. My backpack in the gym and Myra and I, in a very cramped glass space. I can still see the look on her face...something like, "what on earth are you doing??!!" I can also see the many scores of pedestrians on the busy morning downtown streets eyeing us oddly. She kept pushing forward so the door kept slapping me from behind and in turn I kept slapping Myra. It was only funny for the first few tries after that it was kind of uncomfortable and awkward. It was then that I noticed that we were not the only ones trapped, the other members of the downtown gym were attempting to leave also, and we were thus creating quite the long line up.It was then that I burst, right out loud with tears rolling down my face! I still chuckle while I jot this down. Just as the security guard started towards us, I made a quick backward attemp, dislogged my bag and propelled us with such speed that we both nearly fell onto the outside pavement. All I could say the whole way to the parkade was,"I'm sorry, I'll take my own, next time."
I wish that every time I experience these fun adventures where I look absolutely foolish all of you could see them. Life is never boring and I just love it! I may shake my head for awhile but no matter what it's all good and it's all I live for!
Monday, March 30, 2009
At Your Disposal
It was fall, early morning and the day was ready for the taking. A good friend Mel and her family had come to visit for the weekend and as they left quite early at 6am on that fine Sunday morning, being a morning person myself I remained alert and decided to begin my weekly cleaning process.
Being Type A - which means neat freak in easy-to-understand lingo, I grabbed all my garbage and put on some pants and began the trek to the big green garbage dumpster outside. I smiled to myself as it was only 645am and no one was about except for my breath and the new fall leaves. I strolled out to the garbage bin, wondering if I should just keep on treking and actually go for a walk, taking a deep breath of the fresh air and peacefullness. As I stood outside the bin, I did a quick check to keep from bashing a bum that hid in there occassionally and seeing the coast clear I heaved tossing my 5 bags in. Strange when I heard a clink sound at the end and looking carefully in my right hand I was appalled to realize that my keys were no longer there but the five dirty bags still remained!!
And it began. I rolled up my sleeves, looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was there and opened the lid of the dumpster, very carefully of course as not to dirty myself. I looked in horror as I realized the extent of what I was about to overcome. The dumpster was 3/4's full and not smelling like roses! My keys were no where in sight! I hauled my left leg over the edge, plugged my nose and brought the right one over slowly. Where exactly is a good place to step and where is a good place to start?? There's just no manual when it came to garbage dumpster digging last time I checked!
Just as I placed one foot down on what looked secure (my own garbage) it caved. My arms came up, my body went down and luckily I caught myself on the edge of the dumpster by one arm, keeping me from sitting on anything. As my body jammed into the side of the bin, it knocked the bin lids down and I was soon shut inside! I don't know if I screamed first or bolted up first, it all happened so quickly but I had the lid back up in a jiffy before too much of my claustrophobia could settle in. That's when I decided to speed up my process and just before the tears began I spotted my ill-fated keys in the far back corner I grabbed the keys and jumped out in no time flat. I fell to the ground and ran the short distance to my apartment, jolted in to the shower and laughed for about 20 minutes straight. What else could I do? Besides my laundry when I got out!
I don't suppose my neighbors minded, I imagine I put on quite a show. I can tell you this though, it has never happened again and I can promise you it never will....I learn quickly no matter what the lesson was here!
Being Type A - which means neat freak in easy-to-understand lingo, I grabbed all my garbage and put on some pants and began the trek to the big green garbage dumpster outside. I smiled to myself as it was only 645am and no one was about except for my breath and the new fall leaves. I strolled out to the garbage bin, wondering if I should just keep on treking and actually go for a walk, taking a deep breath of the fresh air and peacefullness. As I stood outside the bin, I did a quick check to keep from bashing a bum that hid in there occassionally and seeing the coast clear I heaved tossing my 5 bags in. Strange when I heard a clink sound at the end and looking carefully in my right hand I was appalled to realize that my keys were no longer there but the five dirty bags still remained!!
And it began. I rolled up my sleeves, looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was there and opened the lid of the dumpster, very carefully of course as not to dirty myself. I looked in horror as I realized the extent of what I was about to overcome. The dumpster was 3/4's full and not smelling like roses! My keys were no where in sight! I hauled my left leg over the edge, plugged my nose and brought the right one over slowly. Where exactly is a good place to step and where is a good place to start?? There's just no manual when it came to garbage dumpster digging last time I checked!
Just as I placed one foot down on what looked secure (my own garbage) it caved. My arms came up, my body went down and luckily I caught myself on the edge of the dumpster by one arm, keeping me from sitting on anything. As my body jammed into the side of the bin, it knocked the bin lids down and I was soon shut inside! I don't know if I screamed first or bolted up first, it all happened so quickly but I had the lid back up in a jiffy before too much of my claustrophobia could settle in. That's when I decided to speed up my process and just before the tears began I spotted my ill-fated keys in the far back corner I grabbed the keys and jumped out in no time flat. I fell to the ground and ran the short distance to my apartment, jolted in to the shower and laughed for about 20 minutes straight. What else could I do? Besides my laundry when I got out!
I don't suppose my neighbors minded, I imagine I put on quite a show. I can tell you this though, it has never happened again and I can promise you it never will....I learn quickly no matter what the lesson was here!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Prelude
It's been said that a "Rainy Day" is somewhat of a "Bad Day" and that Bad Days require you to sit inside your darkest room, mope and eat your 1 gallon reserve of ice cream. It's not that I disagree with that analogy entirely (trust me if it’s chocolate I’ll help you out and eat it beside you) but I do feel that after you've eaten much more than you can indulge and past your tenth retake on the days events that you do what any silly and partially insane person would do - Laugh! Laugh like you’ve never laughed before. Giggle until it feels like an entire day has passed and people are starting to stare. That hearty belly laugh that only best friends do with their “bestest” of friends when they have that sisterhood sleepover on the couch and they haven’t seen each other in too long and their sharing that special moment, in their funniest voice and all you can do is sigh….and then laugh all over again.
It's been in those darkest, rainy moments that I've managed to pick myself up off the bathroom floor, dig my funny bone out of the closet hamper and let it all hang out for the world to see.
The following moments are raindrops of stupidity that require a broad imagination and the ability to let loose and laugh, with no resolve but a full fledged snort-and-giggle go at it. With the hopes that you let yourself learn to not dread those black clouds but linger in the aftermath with a smile on your face and a listening ear to hear how you conquered the dreaded wet day of despair and survived.
These are my “raindrops”, my writings of ridiculous embarrassment in the silliest of backdrops. Do tread lightly and Don't take it seriously but live in my upside down world through the next few words of silliness and head shaking hail damage moments.
Bring on the rain, I've got a new umbrella and I'm not afraid to use it!
It's been in those darkest, rainy moments that I've managed to pick myself up off the bathroom floor, dig my funny bone out of the closet hamper and let it all hang out for the world to see.
The following moments are raindrops of stupidity that require a broad imagination and the ability to let loose and laugh, with no resolve but a full fledged snort-and-giggle go at it. With the hopes that you let yourself learn to not dread those black clouds but linger in the aftermath with a smile on your face and a listening ear to hear how you conquered the dreaded wet day of despair and survived.
These are my “raindrops”, my writings of ridiculous embarrassment in the silliest of backdrops. Do tread lightly and Don't take it seriously but live in my upside down world through the next few words of silliness and head shaking hail damage moments.
Bring on the rain, I've got a new umbrella and I'm not afraid to use it!
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