What I said - When Chief told me that I screwed up my link for last week for WIMTS what I said was ... oh crud, I really liked this post and wanted people to read it. I will have to link it next week.
What I Meant To Say was GoshFrigginDamnIt! I finally have a funny story , even though I didn't write it (my best friend did) and I screw up my link ... SERIOUSLY???? Figures.
So..... since I F'd up, and a lot of you missed my fabulous guest post for WIMTS last week - couldya wouldya head over HERE and read it? Thanks *kiss kiss I guess I screwed up my link last week (in Chief's Mr. Linky)
Then go hit up Chief and see who else played along :)
I am rerunning a post I wrote last February. We are preparing to go to the waterpark...which made me remember this post...... it is worth repeating.
As I continued to survey the men in the water park something struck me funny. They all kind of looked alike......Some were blond, and some had dark hair some were tall and some weren't but what they had in common was that they all...
Maybe I should back up. Several years ago I was at a water park. It was our family and two other families (friends from my hubby's hometown/school) I was cold, wet, and frustrated.
This park had a section designed for a the wee-est ones with water jets shooting out of the floor and an itty bitty slide. I was there with our three littlest ones. The side that my hubby and oldest were at was exactly kitty corner, across, far far across from where I was. He was there chatting and swimming with his high school friends that we vacation with once a winter.
I was cold because of the stupid water jets that were getting me wet but not keeping me warm. I was frustrated because I was alone. Slowly the idea of a social, fun weekend was slipping from my mind as I realized it was going to be me and the littlest kids by myself again. (BTW-things drastically improved after that year)
To keep myself entertained and in an effort not to become the "psycho" wife I started looking around at people - people watching is always entertaining. It started with this evil intent to find the cutest guy in the park and watch him - something to keep me, as I said, entertained. However, as I started to look around something became quite clear - all guys in my age range have started to look like "dads". You could tell who had been cuter than the other guy and who would have caught my eye back in the day- but, here they were chasing their little ones with their ponch of a belly and the sagging in their chest that comes from having to come straight home to dinner and to help with a new child. The kind of physique that comes from more nights on the couch then in the gym.
Side note: The same thing was happening in our relationship - we were more like teddy bears then barbies. But, hey! babies never cuddle barbies. Now the pendulum has swung. The wee ones are getting older and requiring less hands on attention and there is time for the gym again. You younger girls take note... go for what you find on the inside of a man. Make sure you chose a man who is kind, caring, and considerate of you. Make sure he is someone you can stand to be around and not just to look at. A guy who shares the same values and will make a good dad and husband. I am so glad I chose that type of man. (it was a bonus that he came with brilliant blue eyes)
Because, on that day in the water park one thing became quite clear to me. When it comes down to it they all end up looking like dads.
My friend Amy owns a gym. From time to time she needs a release -a place to rant. She has found her sounding board here. She has entertained us with the antics of her gym several times. We learned about oompa loompas and lizard people here. How hard it can be to put up with the women who work out here. How idiotic her employees are here.
But today her post on the "Maniac" will be perfect for
Before you start reading - go to the bottom of this post and push Play on the YouTube video... a little background inspirational music - to get you in the mood.... ok, got it going?... now read!!!
So.... without further ado -
To the "Maniac": Here are the things I have really been meaning to say (I have dubbed her this because she dresses like she stepped out of the Flashdance Movie)
When you complain at least once weekly about how you don't think my morning employee set the resistance dials on the machines correctly, and ask me to get down on my hands and knees to check ALL of them, and like always when they are set properly, with a smile I say "Oh 'Maniac' you're just getting stronger and all the machines are getting easier for you." What I Meant To Say Was "You are the biggest pain in the ass I have ever met and we both know that these machines were set correctly, and no matter how much you wish it even if they weren't it is not going to get you a discount or refund on the already dirt cheap membership dues you have already paid.
When you are breezing by me out the front doors and I smile and say "Have a great day!" What I Meant To Say Is "Why don't you turn your sorry ass around and march it back into the locker room and clean up the freaking pig sty mess we both know you just left. You are a grown ass woman and should know better than to leave used kleenex, spilled makeup and tipped over bottles on the counter. If you had taken two more steps you could have thrown your used towel in the laundry hamper instead of on the floor. And if I ever have to pick up your dirty underwear that you have left on the ground again I may have to hurt you."
When you use our complimentary fitness towels that are meant to wipe the sweat off your brow to instead wipe the sweat out of your butt crack or blow your nose into, when I look at you I saynothing - What I Meant To Say Is "Get the Hell out of here and DO NOT ever come back." Maybe one day I'll snap and say all those things.
I just have to use these two pictures again:
Click pic for a more realistic take (warning, they use the *f word)
What I said -
