New Leaf

OK...so I decided to join a gym. I know, I know, completely out of character for me. But they opened a new one near where I live and I need to do something. Especially when my dearest, darling husband rubbed my stomach and said something about Junior. Yes, he is very lucky I didn't kill him right there.

I had been toying with the idea of this new gym. It's HUGE, has tons of machines and looks cool. I went there this evening and was totally unimpressed with the gentleman who showed me around. And I was prepared to workout tonight, but I was overwhelmed. And there was no one to show me how to use the machines. So, I left, and called my Sister-in-law, who I think goes to this club. I'm going to see if she is going tonight and I will go with her later. She can show me what to do, at least to get started. I'm going to commit to this, at least for a year.

So, I will try to update my progress. We'll see how it goes...

Let’s face it: families are a pain in the ass. To borrow a cliché, you can’t live with them and you just can’t shoot them. Oh wait, that’s not the right cliché! You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. But sometimes, I just want to run far, far away. Case in point, the interaction (or lack thereof) between my daughter and her father. If she needs something from him, she never asks him directly. It’s always a message to me to relay to him. So, I get the bitching from her and from him. Yeah, that’s always what I need to start my day. And if I tell her to ask him directly, I get an attitude from her. I can’t win for losing. And it goes both ways. He won’t directly ask her anything either.

This morning, it was about a battery for her car remote. Easy request, you would think. But no, he complained about the speed at which she goes through batteries and the fact that he doesn’t know what type of battery it takes. This progressed to “she should just get it fixed herself. She always wants me to fix it, do her oil change, fix her car…” and so on. WAIT ONE MINUTE…you’re a freaking mechanic AND her dad…reasonable expectation that you would fix the damn thing, change her oil, etc. His response to that “Did your dad change your oil?” After I finished laughing at the mere thought of my father doing something mechanical, I said “Hell no. But let’s turn it around. Did your dad take care of your sisters’ cars up until he got sick?” (His dad knows about cars, their maintenance, etc and had connections for all of the peripheral people; mine is lucky he knows how to turn one on and drive it). I got no answer for that one…

My point this morning: Ask me anything you want ME to do. I will help if I’m able. But if it’s something for Greg, please ask him. I just don’t need the headache of being in the middle.