The Tooter

Yesterday, was day one of boot camp. We took our measurements and did some tests to see where we stand in terms of how many sit-ups we can do in one minute, how many push-ups, ect. Obviously, I am sore. I am so sore, that I can't even smile. I can't lift my arms above waist level. My mom is doing boot camp with me. She has the same problem as I do when it comes to giggling at inappropriate times. For instance, yesterday when we were doing the sit-up test, my mom was standing on my feet and she was counting how many crunches I was doing. When I was on like number 11, the guy doing sit-ups (like 5 inches away from me) did a little, well actually a big gigantic toot. It was loud----so loud it was hard to pretend to not hear it, and with my giggling problem-- this was a challenge...and I failed. I started laughing. Poor guy. I think my belly got a better work out from laughing at this poor gentleman's air release, than the actual crunches. During the push-up test, our push-ups did not count, unless our chests touched this blue block--I kept thinking during these push-ups that I should have worn my padded bra, so that I wouldn't have had to go down so far.

My job is going fantastic. I am actually loving it. I have met some nice people--- and I did I mention the one hour lunch break? Or the fact that I have my own office with a direct view of a funeral parlor?

We celebrated Keyton's 9th birthday on Friday. We went swimming at a hotel and spent the night. Keyton had a great day--and now has more Legos than anyone should.

On Saturday, Jesse and I left the kids with my parents and went to Bismarck in search of a new vehicle. We found one we liked. I think we would have purchased it-- if the dealership would have offered us more for our mini van. The first month I had my mini van, Owen was in the NICU. One day, after visiting Owen, I was backing out of a parking spot and so was another woman--we hit each other. I got out of the van and this little woman got out her car and said, "Speak no English!" She got back in her car and drove away-- really fast. I don't think my husband believes this story--but it really happened. So basically, since we first owned our van, we have had a crack in the back bumper. We drove to Bismarck to find out that we have to get our van fixed and sell it on our own. However, this was a blessing actually, because when we thought about the vehicle that we were about to purchase, we decided that the light interior would have been a huge pain in the rear. We now decided that we are going to go for black interior. So instead of spending a lot of money on a new set of wheels, I spent (when compared to the car) a little amount of money at the mall.