Kim, I have lived with a LOT of cats in my life and I have one solid rule. I don't bathe them!!! I have an extremely good sense of self preservation and bathing cats would greatly endanger my skin.
I bathed some kittens once, we're talking between 8-12 wks old and that was more than I needed. I am very handy with scissors when it comes to whacking cat fur!
Kimberly, I have no plan and that's usually a bad thing because no plan tends to = take the easy way out. Much more likely to do tougher workouts if they are part of a rotation.
Which leads me to today. I did sleep better last night, and got to stay put in the bed the whole night, but still not terribly rested, so I didn't do anything this morning. Hoping to ride and do some weights tomorrow morning. I guess I should make that a little more definitive than "hoping".
So, yesterday we showed up at Nick's basketball camp only to find a staff person there (and clearly not a basketball staff person) who tells us there is no camp and thought they didn't get enough kids. So, in the realm of mysteries - why didn't we know this! I sent an e-mail and left a message for the contact person and have heard nothing. So, later today, I'll try contacting the college athletic department and see how far I get with that. Being summer and with the camp cancelled how likely is it that there will even being someone there who knows anything. The only good thing, was it was only 5 minutes from our house, so we didn't invest a lot of time.
Packed in a lot of activity yesterday. Went to the fair, where thanks to meeting up with some teammates, the boys expanding their horizon of fair rides. One of them got Nick on the ferris wheel, which he would not do with Derek and I and then another took Derek on an umbrella type ride, which was a piece of cake for me in my younger days, but I found out years ago now only leaves me queasy. Then to the park to meet up with classmates that I haven't seen in 32 years! There were about a dozen there, and drat if there were NO name tags. I figured out who all but one woman was, and maybe some day that'll come to me. We are all turning 50 between last fall and this December and it's bringing us all back together on Facebook. Other than one of the guys, and one woman who was in a bad accident a couple years ago, they were all looking very trim and healthy which was nice to see. And darn, who can predict in high school which guys are going to be so hot looking at 50 and will have moved down south and acquired just a touch of a drawl...of course, he's married....oh yeah, so am I.
And the finishing touch of the day, taking the boys to the Figure 8 race, which included the demolition derby and a burn out competition. Nick thought it was fun, Derek was in more of a bemused "why would anyone want to do this" frame of mind. I tended to side with Derek on that one. Now I've been to figure 8 races at actual race tracks as a child (my parents felt the need to regularly drag us to the local track), but this was quite unlike those. A small dirt area, smaller than a football field (Kim that's American football - not soccer) and had two very large tractor tires to create the 8. They hosed it down really well, so that it started out muddy. The cars started out the race looking like they should be on a trailer to a junk yard. The demolition derby was pretty standard (based on the one other time I'd been to one) line them up in two rows facing away from each other and then they start out backing up and smashing and keep smashing until only one car is running. American men at their finest.
Now, I'm sure you are waiting with total impatience to find out about the burn out contest. Now when I was in school that would have meant which druggie was the most strung out, but apparently in 32 years the definition has changed! They take a really large piece of machinery and have it brace one of those really big tires. Then they take a piece of something and lay it on the ground and the back tires of the competing vehicle sit on that. Then for just $10 anyone could enter any type of vehicle and they drive onto the piece of whatever it is and push up against the tire and on the signal they accelerate as fast as they can with the goal of creating the most smoke! Yes, there you have it - for just $10 you, too, could try and destroy your tires.
Then the winner is chosen by applause. There were 6 entries and you were only allowed to applaud for one - I'm sure there were numerous hidden cameras and spies around to make sure there were no violators. And, who won to do you think, yes, the local boy who had the most friends and family in the crowd. There was also a local wrecker, but apparently, businesses don't get the same level of support as some local guy with a big family. And that reminds me why are they called wreckers, when they are supposed to help people who have vehicle problems - not wreck them!
