He might be a redneck.

Ghetto Gym

Wow, my camera phone is really terrible.

The kids didn't have school today (or yesterday) because of extremely cold weather. So Michael was with me when I took Jana to her acting class today. Jana's acting class is 2 hours long so Michael and I went to Northside gym to kill time. First of all I would never normally take a kid to the gym, it is totally against gym etiquette. But Northside happens to be the only gym in town that allows kids on the equipment so I thought we could give it a try.

The crowd at Northside is mainly gang bangers and "special-needs" people. The special-needs people are fine, but the thugs are super annoying. Fortunately, even scroungy convicts know better than to cat-call a lady in front of her son.

Michael rocked it at the gym. He tried out the elliptical machine, the stair stepper, and some free weights, but he really loves to run so he spent most of his time on the treadmill and the jogging track. He was all happy when a bunch of tattooed Hispanic guys were watching him on the treadmill and cheering him on. I thought he looked cute with his earbuds and the treadmill at like a 40 degree incline.

I happened to fall off the treadmill today (not paying attention) which was really awesome because it gave everyone in the gym something to laugh about for the next 20 minutes. :D

Too many injuries

        The kids are in an "injury phase".  It happens from time to time.  We can go months without any injuries and then have 5 in a single day.  A few weeks ago Jana burned her hands badly on a pellet stove.  Then about an hour later she did it again.  The burns immediately blistered on the backs of five fingers (some on each hand).  Jana was just swinging her arms around and happened to hit a really hot part of the stove somehow

        Jana still has noticeable scars from her burns, but they are going away.  Two days ago Jana was in the tub.  She didn't believe me when I told her how sharp my razor was to when I wasn't looking she ran her finger across it.  You know when you cut yourself with something super sharp and it cuts so clean that you don't immediately feel it?  That's what happened.  So she sat there with my sharp new 5 blade razor and ran it back and forth across her finger tip.  She completely ribboned the skin.  She only noticed it when it started to ooze blood.  By the time she started screaming she had already shaken her hand around and the whole tub and shower were spattered with blood like a crime scene.  Here is a pic of her finger the day after.

        So yesterday on the way to the school bus, Michael tripped on the front  stairs of our deck and landed on the concrete landing straight onto his knee.  Then on the way home from school as he got off the bus, an SUV (teenage driver) came out of nowhere and nearly hit him in the crosswalk.  He had to leap back at the last second.  I was across the street, and I was so scared I screamed at the top of my lungs.  Tonight, the kids were jumping around in their beds and managed to bonk heads really hard.  Here's Jana's fresh black eye.

     I am going to be embarrassed to take her anywhere!  She looks mangled!  I'm tired of explaining these bizarre injuries to her preschool teacher.

P.S. I just got off the phone with poison control because Jana decided to bite through her (reusable) ice pack and drink half the liquid.  Thank goodness Matt just came home from school.  I have had enough drama for one day.  Thank you.  Now where is the Chardonnay?