the GweNIV version

"The Bible says, 'You have to go potty if you wanna get a treat!'"

-Gwen

Julie is......

• alive.
• another year older.
• in absolute awe over the cake her friend Becky made and delivered on her birthday:) Wow! (Addie is the photographer) 

• realizing she can't have her cake and eat it too win the diet cake weight loss contest too.
• rugs rolled up, fridge full of juice boxes and hitting the potty train hard and for the very last time!!!!
• looking forward to her birthday date with Steve this Friday night.........you'll never guess!
• ready to move somewhere warm.
• watching Gwen "scootch" all around the house to get what she wants, all while keeping her naked booty on the potty chair.
• getting very close to her 100th post and trying to decide what to give away. (Keep Calm and Carry On poster, pink rubber gloves with flowery ruffles, a CD of Addie singing Barbie songs, leftover birthday cake-wait, that's already gone, a personalized pixie pendant......)
• creating a playlist for a Hawaiian Luau (any ideas?)
• loving all the new babies at church and wondering if she made Steve get the big V too soon.
• dreaming of running as fast as the wind. In a bikini. Seriously....this was her dream last night. Let me tell you, she was f. a. s. t. and h. o. t. !!!!
• considering a haircutting class at the local technical college.
• wondering if she can convince Addie to try out for the local Children's theater.
• falling further and further behind on the laundry in her deep freezer of a basement. She is not only cold when returning from laundry duty, but in physical pain due to the extreme temperature.
• going to go along with Steve and look for a deal on PX90, even though she is quite convinced it is more than way out of their league.
• having a hard time getting back into Bloggyland........thus the lazy post.

stinky invalid at 32

Tomorrow is my birthday. Although I still feel like I'm 18, the fine lines swirling around my eye sockets won't deny my true age. We had some friends over Friday night.....our usual Catan/poker crowd. Steve, the little brat, called everyone earlier in the week to inform them it was a surprise birthday gig for me. So someone made a cake and they brought gifts and the whole deal. I hate surprises and I hate being the center of attention, (remember how I eloped?) but I survived. We have such a fabulous group of friends....I'm so thankful. And someone even made a heartfelt speech about how our little group really is like family. Very nice.

So yesterday was the last day to try the YMCA for free and we managed to get last minute court time to play our "you guys are like family" friend in my favorite game ever. Racquetball!!! I used to play in college every free chance I got.......between classes.......after lunch.......middle of the night..... Good times. Steve and his friend Brian and I used to spend hours (literally, hours!) playing cutthroat at Eastern Michigan University. Those were the fittest days of my life. Anyway, I don't think I've picked up a racquet since getting pregnant (8 years) until yesterday. As out of shape as I am, my racquet skills were intact for the most part and I was actually giddy with excitement to be wailing on that ball again. We played for more than an hour and by the end I was fire engine red and absolutely spent, but definitely on a post exercise/just fell in love again high. I L.O.V.E. racquetball!!!!! 

Fast forward to today. I. am. so. sore. My butt muscles are screaming out in such pain that it's keeping Steve awake at night. My right arm and shoulder are practical immobile due to yesterday's excess of activity, and to be entirely honest, I am having a hard time wiping my own booty. An hour of racquetball.........so worth a day or two of stank.