koo-koo for the treadmill

Been ever so busy with “stuff wrangling” and finally had some alone time… just me and the mattress and pillow. Glorious.

The treadmill and I have recently had a nasty break up, mostly due to the broken-toe triangle.

I did juuust over 3 miles tonight. Then ate my weight in chicken… with a side of mashed potatoes, corn and a biscuit. I’m a piggie.

Oh, and I failed to mention the large eclair with ice cream and WINE we are going to have later.

“yeahhh… ummm… we’re celebrating…. errr… something”
“And that would be?”
“hellifiknow… get the cork opening thing”

The treadmill is definitely my blues beater. I have been an emotional WRECK. Like… a chihuahua with ankle weights. That wasn’t funny enough… but the point has been made.

I’ve been chained to the store and needed something to get this nervous energy out.

I wrenched by back this week due to… mostly furniture related episodes of terror:

Many women buy VERY large pieces of furniture then need to SNeAK them home so hubby won’t find out. They do this while he is at work. I’m the strong one in this equation. f**k. And can someone please tell me… do men really not notice new buffet tables? New bookshelves and corner units? The amex bill? Wow… I wish I were that oblivious.

Nice couple brings in grampa to help lift the heaviest piece I have in the store. Hubby pulled his shoulder out of the whatsomocallit… the 8 year old could lift more than grampa… I was the strong one in this equation, too.

Dainty little girl with a baby is getting like, 5 pieces of furniture. She points to a car up the street… I’m like “Oh, the explorer way up there! Please pull forward!” No… no… it’s the HUGE bronco LIFTED 14 feet into the air with a “for sale” sign in the back window. I can feel her husband’s masculinity fading from existence… baby is born, he has to trade in the monster truck for a toyota minivan, I’m suspecting. So, this tiny little woman climbs up into this thing, almost falling twice and pulls up to the store. I can’t make this shit up… we had to lift a desk, a dresser, a chair and a shelf OVER our heads as this lady is balancing on a ball hitch in pink uggs with little pom-poms and pushing it all in while someone held the baby. How has she not dropped that baby on the way into her monster truck rally on wheels? ugh.

Crazy divorcee is in a HUGE hurry because she stole her ex’s suburban out of his driveway while he was at work to pick up some furniture. He doesn’t know she still has the key. Apparently, he uses the ‘burb to collect his recycling. With a full store of customers, I had to carry TWO HUGE shelving units down the stairs and somehow lift it up and over the large, stinking trash bags full of empty beer cans while she complained about his new girlfriend, the girlfriend’s tight jeans and obvious panty lines. It’s an interesting combo… the sounds of crushing beer cans, a crushed heart and my crushing spine.

Double-parking granny thinks her hazards will slow down busy boulevard traffic while I load with her dim-wit grandson. Honking, swerving and screeching… I’m still here. My nerves and back are still somewhere in the street.

Lastly… lovely asian couple, 4 ft something and tiny… buy about 3 pieces. They take the dolly and load everything in themselves, including a shelf that my husband and I struggled to move. I wanted to pay THEM for taking the stuff away!

Even with lower back screaming… I got on the treadmill… slower than usual…. but it does amazing things for my mental health. I cried over some abstract b.s. thing about my father’s hands and my knee when I was 5 and how he kissed my boo-boo. It’s a scar and now… I’m feeling quite relieved.

So, recommendation to anyone out there in a-shade-of-blue town… walk… even better, walk with music. It does wonders.

The move is coming along… we made reservations with the movers. It’s real.