Potty Conversation...

A little boy (about 4) to his mommy, overheard in the restrooms at Culver's restaurant this afternoon: "I think I have pee constipation. Can you have pee constipation??" Mom: "No." Me: Desperately holding back laughter in other stall.

Fresh Air is Very UNDERrated!

Ah, spring... Ahhhh - choooo! Ha!

Unbenownst to most individuals who do not experience four seasons a year, flowers are NOT the first signs of spring. No, the first signs of spring are usually vehicular. That's right - vehicular, as in: motorcycles revving by, convertibles with their tops down, extra bicycles on the bike path, vintage cars have been taken from their garage "museums", and our next-door neighbor brings his Corvette out of hiding. THOSE, my friends, are the first signs that spring is really here. Now, I'm going to go sit down and battle the mini creatures that are wandering through my house with a thousand legs each, while I hunker down for the three inches of snow we're due to get this weekend...

I'd Just Like You to Know...

...I CAN SEE MORE GROUND THAN SNOW!!!!!

Foggy Wednesday Morning

This morning I met up with a new friend to go for a walk and take advantage of all the fantastic amenities my neighborhood has to offer. The walk lasted two hours. You know, because it was nice outside - 45 degrees.

Bus Intelligence

I was driving around the other day, and one of the city buses passed me at a busy intersection, with a big ol' advertisement on the side. That's normal, but what it said was not:

"Audio and Braille Books Now Available at Madison Libraries"

WHO DO THEY THINK IS READING THIS??

The Frenzied Dance

I attempted to bring out my inner Latina tonight. Zumba aerobics class at the gym Jonathan and I are trying out this week. Evidently, there was no illegal crossing into this white girl, 'cuz the Latina NEVER showed up! (I guess being born in California doesn't actually infuse you with Latin rhythm.) There were about 25 people in the class, some obviously had their little salsa dancers with them. I was encouraged by the fact that there were a few, however, that had not only forgotten their dancer, but never met it.

We were "encouraged" by the Tasmanian Devil - I mean, Lynette - who never broke a sweat, whooped it up, and bounced all over the stage, smiling the whole time. She was shifting from one move to another, and just about the time I caught on, she was already three steps into the next sequence. "Come on, really get into it!!" Look lady, you can get my feet, or you can get my arms, but you can't get both. Taz... Lynette - wasn't very tall, but I'm pretty sure she could benchpress me, so I didn't dare walk out, for fear she'd track me down, bouncing like a Tigger the whole way.

I moved. A lot. And sweat. A lot. I probably won't be moving tomorrow. My favorite steps were the ones where we were spinning around - because it created a cooling wind. Fortunately, I managed to not fall over my own feet - or the next person's - but I can't say that my feet will ever be the same after this particular round of blisters. And 32 degrees? That feels REALLY good when you're done. After experiencing Zumba - and Lynette - I'm pretty sure that I'll be finally be able to do what my dietician has been telling me to do - drink more water, get more sleep... zzzzzz....

Folks, Lindsay Has Left the Building...

I'd just like to say that it is almost 1:00 in the morning, and I just went outside, without a coat on, in 8-degree weather, and read a sentence out of a book - by the light of the moon - and - I didn't freeze. WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING TO ME???!!!