Bunnies first: Typepad is being a big wiener and won't let me show you the bunnies. I have some shots from yesterday I would have liked to share and didn't take any today (I gave my models the bunnies the day off because we unveiled them to so many people I didn't want to bother them even one more time) so what I will do is take some low quality iphone3 (sniff, I'm not current on my iphone technology) photos tomorrow and see if I can download all 2 mega pixels straight from the phone. For anyone who is wondering: The look like completely adorable big headed miniature bunnies. And YES! It is nearly impossible not to kiss and cuddle them every minute of the day. Instead I just stare longingly towards the nest from my kitchen or family room. Wildmom feels the same way, she is much less likely to actually touch the bunnies, but she did leave some fresh organic romaine leaves out there for mama bunny to snack on when she made her nightly pit stop to nurse the babies before stealing away into the night this evening. Also, wildmom verified that the bunnies did grow a tremendous amount since she had seen them last on Wednesday.
Now all about me: It is kind of ridiculous how easily swayed I am by the just the least little positive reinforcement. On Wednesday I told the stretcher I was thinking of taking Thursday off (ummm ..... there may have been a margarita party at my house Wednesday night~ ahem) from working out and I said I might not be able to come to boxing Thursday evening and the stretcher said "You can come. Come." in a very no nonsense kind of father's knows best kind of way. I thought to myself that truly there was nothing else I was going to be doing that was more important than taking care of myself Thursday between 6-7. And also, maybe he wanted me to be there, which was so flattering. So, I went to boxing. And it was a great workout. Then we paired off for boxing and the stretcher ended up being my boxing my partner and I was afraid because the dude has some serious muscles and I didn't want to get hurt. I said to the stretcher "Are you going to hit me? Don't hurt me." and he didn't hurt me, and I'm not sure if it was because he was exhausted after 13 hours of being a trainer on Thursday or if he was just being nice. I think he was exhausted.
Other nice things that have happened to me lately. (I eat this kind of thing right up) On the last day of school a mom I have chatted with on occasion made it a point to come over to me and whisper in my ear "I don't know what you've been doing but keep it up, you look great."
During my Monday night photo class one of the other students asked me if I had kids. I said I did, and pointed to a photo of Josh and said "That's my baby" she asked how many kids I have and I said I have three, and then she looked at Josh's picture and said "When you called him your baby you meant he is your oldest right?" and I said "No, he's my baby, my youngest." and then the women asked me how old my oldest is and when said 17 she looked like she was going to faint. It seemed incomprehensible to her that I had a 17 year old. (gobble gobble, I eat that up!)
And finally today I was working out with the stretcher in a private session and at the end I was too tired to go on because I had already interval climbed the stair mill for 30 minutes (level 7! woot woot) before hand. Being so exhausted like that makes my back hurt, so I told the stretcher I wanted to stop 5 minutes early and he said "Let me stretch your back for you." I was already sitting on my mat with my feet extended out in front of me and he told me to put my palms on the floor and slide them as far forward as I could. He leaned down behind me and gently pushed me more forward from my lower back and then he braced himself and told me to try to straighten up and I straightened up, except he was pushing on me and didn't think I was going to be able to push back so hard and he tumbled back and said "HOLY SH!T! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW STRONG YOU ARE!" I really really like being so (yeah baby!) strong.
I have to admit, I eat up the compliments too. In fact, it is a tremendous motivator for me.
By the way, I loved how your post flowed:
stuff I eat up
Bunnies first
Posted by: South Beach Steve | June 26, 2010 at 08:50 AM