Super Sabado: Sorely done

I can barely move.

No, I was not in an auto accident. I wasn’t beat up by bullies or ground up in a shredder, either, although “Bonnie, All Ground Up in a Shredder” very accurately describes the current state of my muscles.

Cover of Cathe Friedrich's 'Gym Style Legs' DVD
Ow! Oooh! Eee! Ouch!

This is just what happens to you when you pick a fitness DVD called “Gym Style Legs” to be your first workout in two weeks.

Or more accurately, this is what happens when you do the first half hour of “Gym Style Legs” and then spend the remaining half hour whimpering on the floor, while a bulldog tries to sniff as much as he can of your smelly parts.

So forgive me if I can’t muster up enough energy to do more than sip on my low-carb margarita. I’ll pass on those chips, too, thanks. Just shove over that bowl of guacamole, will ya? And a spoon, too.

Today’s much-weakened Super Sabado is just me catching up on this week’s reading, finding out what everybody else is talking about…


Darwinism 101, spellbound disciples. The strong and smart will devour the weak and naïve. They always have, and they always will until that Guy in the bible with the red lettering comes back and kicks all the bad people in the crotch.

That’s what it says, right? I kinda zoned out in Sunday School…

Johnny Undercover (The Investigator’s Notebook) who warns all weak and naïve souls against allowing their strong and smart spouses to manage all the finances, especially with “Whoreus Homewreckerus” in the vicinity.


“A man’s gotta be in bad shape to do that sorta thing.” Darrel said it. “Makes you wonder if he hated himself or the world or the God that put him in it.”

Buffy‘s uncle, who was talking about something even worse than a guy who’d run off with a “Whoreus Homewreckerus”.


I really don’t want to sound like a drama queen.

Desperate Writer, showing the greatest flair for understatement I have ever seen, considering events of the last week. Our prayers and lots of hugs to you, April.


Am I finally bridging the age gap with my husband who refuses to learn Tivo? If this is the case, I wonder what will become of me. Perhaps I’ll become stagnate and obsolete like those old 4-track cassettes. Two phrases come to mind: “This does not compute” and “Houston, we have a problem.”

Teri Gray Franta of Here’s to Happy Women, on the old fogeyhood brought on by her refusal to learn how to text message.


Am I mellowing? Hmm, probably not because I can still be a first class crabby bastard. I think it’s just another example of age. I don’t know yet if I’m happy or not about it yet.

Gary of gpshewandotcom, whose impending old fogeyhood has nothing to do with text messaging.


My husband found a dead rat in the pool

…now he’s draining it. It’s been green for too long.

M.G. Tarquini of Genre Neutral, on the main reasons why her pool parties never took off like she hoped they would.


Nik, like his owner, resists being forced to do anything, so he’s much safer to be around if he has an “opt out” clause.

Pat of Ramblings from the Desert, giving us some valuable clues about Dealing With Pat. And, oh yeah, Nik, the Wonder Horse, too.


I’m starting to feel like “Lost” is taking me for granted. It walks around in a terry cloth robe, hair in curlers and wearing an avocado mask. Is that supposed to keep me interested?

Screamwriter, metaphorically speaking.


I seem to have developed a minimalist twich – and if my writing becomes anymore de-flensed I’m afraid it’s going to resemble that bird of urban legend and disappear up its own behind.

Bernita Harris of An Innocent A-Blog, and if there’s any more of this blatant use of metaphors, we’re going to have to dig out that English for Dummies book again, dammit.


Yesterday reading about critic Michiko Kakutani I learned of her predilection for the word “limn” and I thought, “Wow, there’s a perfectly useless word.”

Robert Waugh of Panoramic Imprint, making us sigh in great annoyance as we dig out the Vocabulary for Dummies book.


Dear Son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with your housekeeper, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with your housekeeper. But the fact remains that if you were sleeping in your own bed, you would have found the gravy ladle by now.”

Bonnie of Bonnie Writes, reminding all sons that mothers can usually figure out what got put where, so don’t even bother, okay?


Warm weather brings out my nasty habits. I am a popsicle, icey goodiness slut.

Susan of the Church of Angst, explaining why her tongue is glowing blue.


Do you hear that laughing? I think it’s the chaos monster laughing his ass off.

Kait of Kait’s Chaos, explaining why her formerly clean and tidy desk now looks like the topsy-turvy desk we’ve kept at bay for years.


Which is why the only tattoo you will see on me is eyeliner!!

Michelle of Justitia, illustrating her post with a woman up to her boobalas in tattoos. (The gal has a winning smile, though. That’s what she won for, right, Michelle? Michelle?)


Mary and I are doing the Thames Bridges Bike ride in aid of The Stroke Association: 14 bridges and 32 miles on Sunday 14-May-06. M & M Enterprises (that is us two for those who didn’t know) will match the donations from sponsors (up to a maximum of £500 each).

Mark McLellan of Gullible’s Travels, with links on his site for donors. Good luck, Mark and Mary!


Who knew the Teenager would provide such fertile fodder?

Elizabeth of plein air sketches, on The Teenager As Blog Material. We hear you, Elizabeth! What’ll we write about after they move out?


Yes, I write smut and I love it.

Denise Belinda McDonald of Dennie’s Thoughts, who writes just fine without teenager inspiration, thank you very much. You go, Dennie!


For those of you who made it through to the very end, I’ve got a clip from Jay Leno of a scene from the upcoming X-men: The Last Stand. Hugh Jackman… yum.

Via Ain’t it Cool.

15 Replies to “Super Sabado: Sorely done”

  1. Wow….where’s a towel when I need it after seeing Hugh/Wolverine fix?

    Thanks for making the chaos monster laugh even more.

    Have a great day and I’m so sorry you are sore. Maybe you can get me to do the same thing.

    Would Hugh-carrot help?

    Pass the margaritias….:D

  2. (Damn – on dial-up today and can’t watch it) But I will come back – oh yes I will…..

    excersize – nope – not gonna do it…

  3. Hugh Jackman… I could watch that man all day. [Passes towel to Michelle and Kait]

    Bernita, fat is good. Sugar is bad. So spaketh the Low Carb Oracle. If I could only shake this sugar monkey off my back, I’d be golden.

    Sorry about the slow-loading problem, Dennie. I’ve been reworking all my images so they don’t slow you down on dial-up, but I forgot about the movie. Does it slow down the whole page, or just the movie?

    Buffy, Cathe is INCREDIBLE. She wipes the floor with me every time.

    Hang in there, April.

    Bonnie I’m STILL sore.

  4. You’ve got company – I spent the weekend at the beach with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR house-fulls of marathon runners and triathletes (what was I thinking). I ran with them on Saturday and I still can’t move.

    And, yes, what WILL we do when they move. Maybe we’ll finally write that elegant prose buried deep beneath piles of dirty laundry.

  5. Elizabeth, my admiration for you just shot through the roof. Not to brag, but I did run from the library to the car to escape the rain last week. See? We find even more we have in common!

  6. You’re so dear, Bonnie! But don’t be too impressed, I STILL can’t move. Maybe by Friday I’ll be able to walk again!

  7. *screech*

    No wonder people keep declining my dinner invitations…

    There ya go. The dead rat in my pool, immortalized forever. I won’t tell you about the scorpion in the laundry room light fixture.

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