Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, “A house guest,” you’re wrong because I have just described my kids.
Last Christmas a friend and fellow blogger, Janna of Something She Wrote, alerted me to a contest over at An Army of Ermas. I submitted a ridiculous story about splurging for ugly at Christmas and my Christmas trees always being skinnier than I am. By some Christmas miracle, I won the chance to become an Erma.
No one is more supportive and encouraging than our editor Stacey Graham. She is an amazing woman, mom, and author. She gets more work done at home with her kids running around than just about any other woman I know. I both admire her and want to learn from her.
One thing I appreciate about Stacey is her sense of humor. I guess that’s why she’s the mother of all Ermas. She has a knack for being lighthearted even when she has to correct you.
So on this An Army of Ermas Day, I want to say a big Thank You to Stacey for keeping a smile on our faces and humor in our hearts.
Thanks Stacey! We appreciate all your hard work.
When I began writing this blog, I never dreamed I’d have the honor to be named among the Ermas. I simply wrote to tell my story. This is a post from my first month blogging…
This means that since I’ve begun exercising in my subconscious, it’s only a matter of time before my innate desire for athletics permeates my conscience.
Things are looking up!
I’ll have to check my calves and see if they’re subconsciously tightening. While I’m talking fitness…Have you heard of the “Fit-Flop?” I hadn’t until yesterday when a woman walking her black lab stopped me and asked to see my flip-flops.
Imagine my surprise.
After all I wasn’t wearing my fancy, canary yellow flip-flops. I was wearing my generic rubber, pink Speedo flip-flops. Now these aren’t as grungy as the foam flat flip-flops (the kind that are about as thick as a slice of cheese), but they’re not in the sandal category either (not like my canary yellow flip-flops). They are, however, quite sporty and after all the exercise I’ve getting in my sleep, it was appropriate I wear them yesterday.
When somebody asks to see my shoes, of course I oblige them. I lifted up my pants leg (jeans are always too long on me and I despise hemming) and wished I didn’t have dirt between my toes already. It was still too early in the day for toe dirt.
Disappointedly this dog walker says, “Oh, they’re only Speedos.”
Suddenly I’m flashed back to middle school when I wore fake Keds…the kind you bought in the grocery store for a few bucks. Such sadness.
She goes on to say, “I thought they were FIT-FLOPS”.
Now she’s talking my language.
It seems these fit-flops provide extra exercise while performing normal activities such as walking through the grocery store. I have to own a pair! Maybe two. Why with a triathlon workout by night and fit-flops by day, I’ll be twenty pounds thinner and in a bikini before the snow flies.
Have you ever read Erma Bombeck?
What’s your favorite thing she wrote?
P.S. I still don’t have a pair of Fit-Flops.
P.P.S. I still wish I had a pair of Fit-Flops.