randomness

At scouts yesterday we taught about pocket knives.  Safety rules and topics like, "How to be careful with a knife", "how to hold a knife" and, "No, we don't kill people with pocket knives."  Good stuff.  Then we let the boys carve soap.  When they were done, I was cleaning the soap off Stick's knife and sliced my thumb.

Cause I'm awesome like that.

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Today I wanted to go exercise, because it's finally stopped raining.  But, I had to hide out in the house for a long time because I'm greasy and we had a work crew in our front yard.  (Pouring cement for our new basketball hoop.)

When the crew finally left, I snuck out quickly to go exercise.

I hate/love exercise.

The entire time I exercise,  I feel like I'm in one of those old Disney cartoons where you have a good exercise angel on one shoulder, saying "You CAN do this!  Good job!" and a bad exercise angel on the other shoulder saying "Quit now!  It's no fun!  Go home and eat ice cream!"

I want the good angel to win, but sometimes the bad angel wins.

Our park has a section of exercise equipment. Just sitting there for anyone to use.  Totally awesome.  I use it every time we go. Someday I might get a muscle.

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When Reb isn't saying, "No.No.No!" or "Mom. Mom!  MOM!!!!!", she says, "Jyes."

It's like her name is Maria and she's from Fresno.  Totally funny or Muy chistoso- if you please.

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I used the word awesome twice in this post.

Awesome.

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the end.

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Exercise equipment at the park? Seriously? How cool . . .

**KT

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I feel like you, too. Though, I'll admit I "exercise" a Lot less...once a week, if I'm desperate.

My form of exercise is to stroll the boys to our library ( 6 blocks completely up hill) add in that they're sitting comfortably in the stroller with all the library books in the back I'm pretty sure I'm huffing and grunting 70 extra pounds up the hill.

I keep telling my exasperated self that it'll get easier the more I do it and I should be proud of myself. But, then I realized that each day I get more pregnant, the boys grow heavier...I just can't see any reason why this will get easier.

But I'm going to keep trying to do it because My "good angel" (or rather lack of car) tells me to.

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