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“SHOW US YOUR “ING””

Welcome to our first #clubfit55 challenge of 2019

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“show us your “ing” challenge!


The rules are simple:
1. Dedicate some time (a minimum of 15 minutes) each day to some type of specific physical movement: your “ing”
2. Record your “ing” and post it or share an “after “ing” selfie
(you can always inbox, text or email your “ing” session if public posting isn’t your th“ing”)
3. Each time you show us your “ing” your name will be included in the #clubfit55 after “ing” Valentines Day drawing.
4. If you have more than one dedicated “ing” session each day feel free to post more than one- entry ops are open 24/7 –
(the more “ing” you do the healthier you will be)

(stop by my fb page for a little background on the whole #clubfit55 concept)

I look forward to seeing some fun, funny, creative moves, exercises and workouts during this challenge. 

It starts today and officially ends on February 14th.

This is a challenging way of keeping each of us dedicated and motivated to becoming healthier and more fit!

Now let’s get walking, jumping, lifting, squatting, running, skipping, hopping, punching, kicking, etc.-ing!

P.S. To my friend with whom I worked several years ago in Goula, I anxiously await your “ing” pics, videos, comments and/thoughts (in my inbox😂)

#clubfit55

#itsallaboutthating

#ing

(visit my fb page for a little background info on #clubfit55

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Rah-Rah’s 5 tips on How (NOT) to say “thank you” when receiving/accepting gifts this holiday season!

Ok, below you will find what I refer to as the “New school/Petty” way of saying thank you and the “Old school/Proper” way of saying it in certain circumstances— 

1. You don’t like it  

          New school/Petty: “thanks” (while rolling your eyes and placing the gift on the floor)

          Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

2. You don’t have a clue what you’ve just been given-

           New school/Petty: “what the hell is this?”

          Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

3. You think it’s cheap

        New school/Petty: “where did you get this from?” (while aggressively checking it for a price tag)

        Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

 4. The gifter gives you and someone else in the room similar gifts but yours is smaller

       New school/Petty: “you got the same thing as me?” (while placing yours next to the other one looking curiously at the gifter)

      Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

 5. it’s not your size

  too big:   New school/Petty: “oh so you think I’m fat?”

Old school/Proper: “oh my, how thoughtful of you!”

  too little: New school/Petty: “oh you tryin’ to be funny now!”

      Old school/Proper: “oh my, how thoughtful of you!”

By the way… if I ever refer to you as “Betty” -in passing, in conversation, in a post or in your face- simply thank me kindly and be on your merry little way!

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My Work Moms and Bananna Pudding

The author of this blog is not yet thirty years old but she is definitely one of the wisest people I’ve ever known. Give this a read then go on over to her place and give it a follow. I guarantee you’ll be glad you did.

Nicole's Nuggets

I am so blessed to have so many women in my life. They share life experiences and they love on me so hard.

I’ve been blessed to have two work moms! I talk to them outside of work but work is how our relationship was formed. Well one of my work moms actually knew my mom, I had no clue!!!!!!!!! She withheld the information from me for months. This same work mom DID NOT LIKE ME AT ALL when I first started my job. She thought I was a spoiled brat and all the advice she had given me, I didn’t take any of it. She put me in this bubble of “she couldn’t tell me anything”. She actually told me SHE DIDN’T LIKE ME. (Her nerve! I didn’t believe her anyway!)

My other work mom however was the glue to that relationship, she could see similarities in us. She…

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The Family I Never Dreamed Of—

(This is the eighth and final chapter of this short story. Follow the links below to read the previous chapters)

http://wp.me/p5AbPX-O intro         http://wp.me/p5AbPX-Ox  chapter 1

http://wp.me/p5AbPX-OH    chapter2    http://wp.me/p5AbPX-OL     chapter 3

http://wp.me/p5AbPX-OQ    chapter 4    http://wp.me/p5AbPX-Pj     chapter 5

http://wp.me/p5AbPX-Pw   chapter 6     http://wp.me/p5AbPX-PV   chapter 7

Chapter 8

(This is the eighth and final chapter of this short story. Follow the links below to read the previous chapters)

Thank goodness the other bathroom was complete or we might have had an entire family of critters living in the walls. What I wanted to say was, “I wish the other bathroom had been incomplete, that way I could have had my own little family “living inside the walls”, but you never know who might be reading this. I wouldn’t want the reader to think I’m weird or anything, you know how people can take one little comment and run with it. Hell, one opinion like that and the police might be at my door with a battering ram, a search warrant and a strait jacket.

Ok, I have total and complete recall of that yellow painted room with the divided towel closet and the long white vanity top. That towel closet was the perfect hiding spot. When Lil Renny and Chuckie would try to force me to play games like “hide and go choke the middle child” or “ring around the middle child’s head with the barb wire headband”, I would hunker down in that closet behind the towels and stay there until they forgot they were looking for me.  Naturally, they caught me one time – just before I got into the closet, they dragged me out into the yard. That’s when I learned to play “red light, green light, middle child lights out”. You’ve seen enough of how my life went to understand how that was played without my even going into detail. They also taught me their version of “Simon says” that day, only it was called “Brother Says” and I was the only pigeon playing. After several rounds of “Brother says go spit on yourself” and “Brother says go lick that chicken”, the chickens got wise and ran into the henhouse. That’s when I got away from them and ran inside and got into the towel closet. Unfortunately, there were no towels in the closet that day so I did like all little kid’s do… I covered my eyes with my hands so they couldn’t find me and guess what?  They searched that bathroom high and low for more than 3 hours looking everywhere from inside the towel closet to down the bath tub drain but never found me… and they say the middle child is always the slow one, hahahahahahaha!

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Abducted: He said he was our uncle (a true story)

When we were old enough to attend school, our parents sent us to what I can only describe as “the little schoolhouse on the hill”. Seriously, it was a big white building that sat on top of a hill. Thinking back, it truly looked like something from “Little House on the Prairie”. Lunch was the same thing every day… English peas, with an orange slice and a piece of cornbread. I can vividly recall the teacher constantly saying “Ro- Shellllll, don’t fork your bread”. As if spending your day in a hauntingly scary looking house wasn’t enough, we had to look at and listen to “Mrs. Congeniality” all day, too. Luckily, my brother and I were in the same classroom since she was the only teacher.

I’ve mentioned before that I followed my brother everywhere. One day, just before dismissal, the sky turned dark and a torrential rainstorm pummeled the area. My brother and I stood inside the building looking out for our parents. A fellow classmate, who just so happened to be Mrs. Congeniality’s kid, approached us, and for lack of a better term, baited us. The little demon dared us to walk home, in the rainstorm, all alone. Here’s where I have proof that my dear, sweet, older brother loved me from the start, he grabbed my hand, and led me out of the building into the storm. He told me that we would be okay and that he knew the way home.

I suspect, had I looked back, I would have seen that evil kid and her mother laughing at the poor little drenched idiots who were trudging along holding onto one another for dear life. The rain was coming down so hard I could hardly see what was going on in front of me. We made it down the hill and to the main street, which was generally a very busy two lane street. On this particular day, traffic was almost non-existent, probably because the entire area was under a tornado warning. Anyway, as we made our way in the direction that my big brother assured me would get us home, we approached a bridge that was completely unfamiliar to us. That’s when an older model blue car drove past us then pulled over on the shoulder of the road. We held on to one another and kept walking when suddenly the driver’s door opened and a very tall, thin man stepped out into the rain, basically blocking our way. When he bent down and spoke to us, we, being brought up to be polite and respectful, stopped and greeted the man. He smiled and told us that he was our “Uncle Jeff” and that we should get into his car so he could take us home. I was so happy that “Uncle Jeff”, whom I’d never met nor had I heard of before, happened to be in the neighborhood that I gladly let him pick me up and put me in his trunk., I guess my big brother was happy too because he allowed “Uncle Jeff” to pick him up and put him in there with me.

To our horror, he wasn’t really our uncle and he didn’t have a clue where we lived. He had lied… and so have I, but only about the trunk. He didn’t really put us in the trunk, and by the time my big brother remembered that we didn’t have an uncle named Jeff, the man was pulling into the driveway of that darn little white schoolhouse. He had taken us back to the scene of our escape. “Uncle Jeff” parked, opened the back door, picked both of us up and carried us to the front door of the school. Mrs. Congeniality stepped out and acted surprised to see us in the arms of that stranger. I heard her thank him for saving us as she closed and locked the door behind him. She immediately called our mom and dad, and I specifically recall sitting in a chair in front of the open oven door eating cookies when they arrived. Was the pilot lit in that stove? Was it set on 500 degrees? Was she trying to kill us with gas fumes or make chocolate chips out of our little drenched bodies?

Mom and dad arrived and mom cried when that crazy old lady told her what happened. They carried us out to the car and took us home.

To this day we don’t have any idea who that man was, where he came from or where he went. Needless to say, that was our last day at the little schoolhouse on the hill.

 

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Previous owner should be JAILED!

***WARNING- GRAPHIC PHOTOS***

This past Thursday this little puppy showed up on my front doorstep

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Notice the black wire? It’s actually embedded in her neck…

–After several attempt with bolt cutters we were able to get it and the other “collar” off of her.          I checked around but had no luck in locating her owner so I took her to the Vet, who immediately said she needed stitches. I left her there and they were kind enough to snap this pre-stich picture for me (if her previous owners want her back they’d better be ready to explain this to the police!) .       

A mere four days later with a neck full of stitches, all vaccines, an antibiotic and a heart worm preventative onboard and look at her now…      

Note: I’ve never been a pit bull fan but I’ve also never been one to abuse and or neglect any type of animal (I’ll never stand by and watch anyone else do that either!).

To the previous owner: TRY ME!