Mirror, Mirror, on the Back Wall

What smart readers I have! Yes, the mirror is on the back wall.

And it's ONLY on the back wall.

So the wrongness is not just that it reflects everyone's butt. The wrongness is that the only people who can see the butt reflections are those who are looking into the room, most likely through that little window in the door. You can't even check your own butt form unless you twist around on the equipment, which clearly states in the directions embossed on near the control panels, "face forward."

As a former aerobic dance instructor -- anyone ever hear of the Y's "Fitness Fantasia"? -- I always thought the point of the mirrors was to check your workout form.

Now, I recently read in a helpful book (which I plan to review, in earnest on MamaLit.com, and in Philosopher-Mom style here) that looking in the mirror while you work out makes you think you're working harder than you are. So it's best to avoid it.

Even better to avoid mirrors that serve no purpose but to expose your butt-in-action to window-peepers.

The Girl Who Stopped Blogging

...hadn't really dropped out of the Blogosphere entirely. She did manage to write a review for a great site called Mama Lit Reviews.

If you click through, you'll see why this post has this title.

Though part of the reason she stopped blogging was to work out more, even under questionable conditions like those found in the room below.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

Look closely. Think hard. Imagine yourself in there, on the elliptical or one of the treadmills.

The answer will be posted tomorrow.

No, I Do Not Sleep with an Aardvark

Okay, there seems to be some confusion over Cuteness's zoological confusion.

The "ugly rabbit piggish thing" is an aardvark. I did not photograph the aardvark from my bed. I chose that picture from Google Image because its ugly, rabbit-y, piggish qualities were most clearly visible.

What Cuteness actually spotted in our bedroom was this book:


I bought the book for my husband on his birthday, because political doublespeak is right up his vocational alley.

You'll notice that Cuteness did NOT have to ask who Aristotle was. So at least some of her education is not being neglected.

Signs that You Are Neglecting Your Children's Zoological Education

During this morning's Snuggle-in-Bed-with-Lazy-Mama-and-Read-Books session, Cuteness looked over to Daddy's nightstand for material and announced,

"I see an ugly rabbit-piggish thing!"

I Feel like Dave Winfield

Anyone remember the sea gull?

I think I killed Twitter, by attempting to record my every activity in real time.

But like America's Pastime, the game must go on, regardless.

Since Twitter exploded from the impact with my 2:00 hour, I have...

1. paid for the van's oil change, but then left it there, because neither driver would bother leaving the house with me to drive it home;

2. argued with G-Twin over whether she and a 10-year old friend can "redecorate" her room with the leftover paint she found in the shed;

3. taken COTY to Shakey's for a date;

4. argued with G-Twin some more while watching the NCAA Women's Lacrosse semifinal with COTY;

5. cranked Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Pride and Joy" in the driveway, refusing to get out of my car no matter how hard G-Twin beat on my window;

6. gave Beastie permission to go watch Gray's Anatomy at a teammate's house after dinner;

7. written a $250 check for four month's worth of swim team fees I was only just now billed for;

8. coolly informed the Engineer why there is no vehicle available for him to drive into town;

9. received a report that G-Twin called me "Booby-face" when I said she couldn't redecorate her room;

10. threw in another load of laundry;

11. attempted to access twitter.com no fewer than 26 times;

12. looked up the name of the major leaguer who killed the sea gull with his warm-up throw. Dave Winfield.

If Only They'd Had This in the Gift Shop!

It didn't fit in the song, but here's one other thing I saw at House on the Rock (in the window of a reconstructed Victorian-era pharmacy on the Streets of Yesterday exhibit).

What do you think, Fat Greta? Better than Ped Egg? I mean, come ON...they're "easy to swallow!"