I have made a very strong effort at being dedicated to consistent visits to the gym. So much so that I have crossed the line from just another common folk coming in for a workout to the girl people know when she walks in the door, who works out on the same elliptical, at about the same time of day. I forgot my gym pass the other day and got the "wave-through" as if to say "It's all good, Mrs. Anderson. We know you!"
And I have my routine.
I have my spot. My workout mix with a beautiful balance of Remixed Katy Perry pop hits and techno-infused worship jams. And I have my magazines.
Until today.
Saturdays can always be a "loose cannon" day at the gym due to the majority of people having the day off. However, lady with the sweat band around her forehead and towel draped over her shoulder like a pro, that doesn't mean common courtesy takes a day off.
Not only was my spot taken....along with all of the other ellipticals in the building...but Captain Marathon on the elliptical for an hour took EVERY GOOD MAGAZINE ON THE RACKS. And I actually mean, every single one. She had three set up on her machine and one on the bag behind her. Better Homes and Gardens, Oprah, Real Simple, and Entertainment Weekly.
And yes...they were all owned by the gym. (I say this because Erik sweetly suggested that she could have brought her own reading materials....which I promptly shot down because, remember....I am "known" at the gym, which makes me a knowledgeable gym pro...especially when it comes to the entertainment.)
This left me with "Wired." A tech magazine. Really?
I read the first page, almost fell off of my unfamiliar and somewhat more complicated gazelle type machine, and....
Done.
All this to say...I think that when people work out at a place that is shared communally with others who are just trying to do a little good for their being...we should all be courteous to those who need entertainment to make it through a 40 minute workout. Let's not be magazine hoarders.
Let's have a bit of common courtesy.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Jury is In...
I would like to post a picture of the wonderful, incredible, carnival cookies that I made this evening...complete with M&Ms AND Chocolate Chips. I would like...but I can't.
Before enjoying, I had to go to church.
Fast forward 1 hour....
Guilty as charged. All 24 of them.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Rise and Shine
I have a tendency to sing songs to wake people up in the morning. If you have ever been on a youth trip with me...or really maybe any trip...you know that I sing songs about "morning goodness" to gently awaken young sleeping eyes.
Sidenote...apparently this tradition has passed itself along to my husband who, while preparing for his days at work this week, has decided to (quite loudly) go through his mental songbook of worship songs from 1997. The list includes Shine Jesus Shine, Shout to the Lord, and This is the Air I Breathe.
I digress.
I decided to start the morning off the other day with the oldie but goodie "Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory Glory!!" When I was little, my mom used to come into our rooms and, with some magical flip of the wrist, simultaneously sing, clap, and flip up the retractable curtains on our giant windows revealing the sunlight in all of its 7am glory! I am now supposing that this is where I learned my tendencies.
"Rise and Shine and give God the glory glory! Rise and Shine and give God the glory glory! Rise and Shine and (pause for dramatic effect and insert clap) GIVE GOD THE GLORY GLORY, children of the Lord!!"
When being awakened by someone flipping open curtains and sing/shouting loudly in your comfortable nest of sleepy sweetness...I suppose it is easy to not take those words to heart. I actually suppose it is even easier to hate that song more than one might hate stepping in gum with your brand new tennis shoes on a balmy 104 degree day.
But, I forget that the simple reminders of how to start a day might just be that.
Simple.
Get up. Let your light shine for all men to see....that the glory belongs to God. And don't forget, child....you are a part of this family and loved.
So, Rise and Shine.
Sidenote...apparently this tradition has passed itself along to my husband who, while preparing for his days at work this week, has decided to (quite loudly) go through his mental songbook of worship songs from 1997. The list includes Shine Jesus Shine, Shout to the Lord, and This is the Air I Breathe.
I digress.
I decided to start the morning off the other day with the oldie but goodie "Rise and Shine and Give God the Glory Glory!!" When I was little, my mom used to come into our rooms and, with some magical flip of the wrist, simultaneously sing, clap, and flip up the retractable curtains on our giant windows revealing the sunlight in all of its 7am glory! I am now supposing that this is where I learned my tendencies.
"Rise and Shine and give God the glory glory! Rise and Shine and give God the glory glory! Rise and Shine and (pause for dramatic effect and insert clap) GIVE GOD THE GLORY GLORY, children of the Lord!!"
When being awakened by someone flipping open curtains and sing/shouting loudly in your comfortable nest of sleepy sweetness...I suppose it is easy to not take those words to heart. I actually suppose it is even easier to hate that song more than one might hate stepping in gum with your brand new tennis shoes on a balmy 104 degree day.
But, I forget that the simple reminders of how to start a day might just be that.
Simple.
Get up. Let your light shine for all men to see....that the glory belongs to God. And don't forget, child....you are a part of this family and loved.
So, Rise and Shine.
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