Jiggly Tummy

Posted by mummy

Kids are just too honest. After months of hearing my child discuss the joys of my jiggly tummy, I was delighted to discover that my recent efforts at getting into shape are starting to pay off. Muscles are developing, fat is melting, I am starving, and the jiggly fat is getting a lot less jiggly. Having just released Gen Plus Fitness "Getting Started", a fitness DVD designed for the 50 plus market, I thought that with my new fitter self, I'd give it a shake.

And it is durn good -- even if I don't say so myself! Head over to the Gen Plus blog and click on the link. The price is sweet and it'll make a wonderful holidy present for every 50 plusser you know!

Jiggly or not, I can bend and stretch and reach for the sky.

Calling all Squinters!

As some of you know, this blog is the fun space for me and my daughter, while my other blog is the voice behind Gen Plus, a business I started over a year ago specifically for the 50 plus demographic. It is rare that anything crosses over from one to the other, but look over to the right. See anything that looks helpful? At 47...I can no longer read the fine print without reading glasses. That became official this year. And I can no longer ignore the hot flashes and night sweats. Oh...and I can no longer go out for a late dinner without needing two days to recover and a night full of Tums to boot! So, welcome, I say, to Senior Shops. While you may not be a Senior, you may like some of these products....I sure was pretty excited by some many of the products on this site. I'll proudly admit that I can no longer see the hairs on my chin without the aid of reading glasses and a magnifying mirror -- ergo my delight with today's "Deal of the Day" -- a 5X mag mirror! Ha. Useful whether you are a squinting senior or just a slightly senior mom (like me!). In any case, I'm giggling my way to the checkout window!! Let me know what you think!

How Spring Became Summer

Once there was Spring. And Spring really wanted to become Summer.



So the Spring waited a long time. A very long time! And it waited and waited for about three months.


And then on the first day of Summer, it was really hot and happy.






Because it was really so tired of being a little cold, and then a little cold and hot and it really wanted only to be hot. So finally it became Summer and it was so happy because it could be hot!

The end.

Scooby

Isabel loved dogs. And she really, really, really, really, REALLY loved the show Scooby Doo. So her mom bought her a Great Dane. Just like Scooby Doo. Except that her dog was just a little puppy Great Dane. The size of a ball. A big ball...but a ball.

Isabel wanted to call him Scooby. Except Scooby Doo was already named Scooby. So she thought...and thought...and thought. So she asked her mom a question.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Isabel," her Mom answered.

"How big will Scooby get? This big?" and she held her arms out very, very wide.

"Yes," answered her Mom, "Bigger!"

"This big?" and she held her arms out very, very, very wide.

"Even bigger," said her Mom.

"THIS big?" asked Isabel, standing on her tippy-toes and holding her arms out very, very, very, very, very wide.

"Yup," replied her Mom, "Just about that big."

That gave Isabel something to think about. She thought. And thought. (And thought just a little, teeny bit more.)

"OK! Since Scooby will be so, so, SO, SO, SO big, I'll call him Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!"

Her Mom thought that was a great idea. And every day, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo got just a little bit BIGGER. And BIGGER. And even BIGGER!

Isabel would take him for a walk and she'd say,"C'mon Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo!" or "Sit, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" or "Stay, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and even "Lie down, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo".

Well, you can imagine how much work all that Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo-ing was taking. Just when Isabel would finish saying one thing to Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo, she'd be onto the next. And she kept getting out of breath. AND Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo would get bored of hearing such a long, long, long, long, LONG name and simply...walk away...or lie down...or give her a humongous lick on the nose, which got her whole entire face wet, because his tongue was bigger than her whole face.

Well. It just wasn't going to work. So Isabel decided that the only thing to do was to make his name shorter. She tried "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". But, as you can guess, it was still too long. Then she tried, "Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo". Still...too long. Then, " Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo" and then "Scooby-Dooby-Doo" and then finally " Scooby-Doo". And that wouldn't work...because that was the REAL Scooby-Doo's name.

So Isabel made a big, humongous decision. She changed her dog's name to Fred.

The end.