Imagine, you are running slow mo, in a bathing suit, and ....
BOOM
Instead of smooth, hot bodied person running, you realize you are the truffle shuffle
My family decided to start water aerobics at the local high school. Our first night there they had us "run". Now you need to understand, I have not run in a very long time. In fact I am one of those guys who looks down at sporting events, turns to the next guy and says, "man, those guys are not even hustling! They need to pick it up!"[it then being near the end of the game]. I know. I know. I really said that at a soccer match. The person I said that to was my fit boss who plays soccer. He was kind and smiled. :-)
But Pamela Anderson and I have one thing in common, when we run it is in slow mo. Now mind you at the water aerobics class it is not fit trim young people in attendance. It is generally, well a different demographic. As I ran from one side of the shallow pool to the other I was bringing the truffle shuffle back into style. I guess if Pamela Anderson were 6'1, was hairy like Andre the Giant and had the face of Chunk from Goonies, then we would have looked just about the same!
But in all honesty it has been awesome to get more active, and they also have a kiddy pool where our kids play.
As we got home this evening my wife is exhausted and turns to me and say, "[ something, something, something, exhausted, something, something, it is your turn."
I was trying to eat the wonderful dinner that I had not been able to earlier so I wasn't listening, but I think I got the gist of it[I got home and we immediately left for the pool] . So I called all of our children into our room. We read scriptures, prayed. I told the older kids to bring me diapers and put on their pajama's and presto. They all went to bed. I thought I was pretty clever. I managed to get everything done while sitting on my bed eating my dinner.
But as luck would have it my 3 year old cried for her "Squirtle". Those not privy to the wonderful children's cartoon Pokemon will not know what this is. It is a blue colored turtle that squirts water from its mouth.
We do not own a Squirtle stuffed doll so she found a small blue turtle among the stuffed animals and calls it her Squirtle. She could not find and she was crying. So at this point I had laid down and my wife gets up agitated. Stating that "someone" has to get up since I was not. Feeling somewhat bad for my tired wife. I got up. I was a little snacky so I grabbed a potato chip from the near by bag in the kitchen. She called out, in a snarky way, "oh are you looking for Squirtle?" To which I responded, "If Squirtle is in a potato chip bag then absolutely!" Needless to say that didn't work out well for me.
I then immediately found the stuffed doll in the middle of the living room and handed it to my daughter. I then let my wife continue to look. Now before you go passing judgement I must state my defense. In the battle of wits, I am sadly unarmed when compared to my wife. So I have to enjoy the more subtle victories. My wife continued looking to no avail. She went into my daughters room about 5 minutes later and said, "oh good you found your Squirtle". And she is now in bed.
Life is an adventure, I keep getting lost, but the people I am with make it worth all the while.
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