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The life and times of a girl named Swishy.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Rowwwwrr!

I totally have a mud mask on my face right now. I took a picture and was maybe going to post it but it looks FREAKISH! Because you know you can't smile or move your face once these things start to harden, so you look like a mummy. I took another and tried to widen my eyes for some expression, and all that did was make me look like a scared mummy.

So anyway--all was back to normal in Swishyville today. I kicked ASS on my workout tonight. I did 45 minutes on the elliptical, and then came home and did an hour of crunches and lunges and all that crap I hate to do. But I did it in front of Project Runway! So it was almost fun. Almost.

On an entirely different note, a couple of guys at work have developed a fascination with cougars. You know what cougars do, right? They prey on the young. As in young, strong, virile, energetic, barely legal boys with healthy sex drives. You can draw your own conclusions as to WHY these guys are fascinated with cougars while you peruse this lovely site.

This somehow seems like an appropriate time to confess something I do, one of those things people do to avoid becoming a stuffy old adult. One of my hidden talents is the ability to whistle really loud. Like, the kind of whistle you hear at baseball games. So whenever I drive past the high school baseball field, which is on a fairly busy road, I unroll my window and let loose the loudest cat-call whistle I can at the little 16-year-olds fielding ground balls. The outfielders ALWAYS whip around, and on a good day so does the infield, and I giggle and fiddle with the radio and pretend it wasn't me.

But that does NOT make me a cougar. Nor does it make me a future cougar. It possibly, however, puts me in dangerous vicinity of dirty-old-woman terrority. POSSIBLY.

9 Comments:

At 1:49 AM, Blogger mama kay said...

ohhhh I so wish I could whistle loudly. Or well, for that matter.
I can kind of whistle, but usually the husband laughs at me. The kids think I can whistle ... but adults don't :O)

 
At 9:57 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have two words for you: "The Stoner."

 
At 10:12 AM, Blogger Allison Winn Scotch said...

Swish-I'm about to do squats/etc, in front of Project Runway too! (I tivoed it so I could crash early.) It's the easiest way to get through a workout!

 
At 11:08 AM, Blogger TTQ said...

Careful, we might see you on Court TV like the female teachers who date their students.. It is funny though..

 
At 12:15 AM, Blogger Manic Mom said...

Okay, what is a cougar. I'm lame.

Can you bring that mudmask when you come to my house?

And that guy was hot--what's up with that?!?!?

Way to go on the working out. I ate like sheeeot all week, well, not on Monday...

 
At 1:26 AM, Blogger Sara Hantz said...

I can't whistle loudly, but I can scream like a whistle if you get what I mean! And I'm not adverse to screaming at the slightest opportunity.

As for working out.... I wish I could get motivated, but most days I sit at my computer, my arse expanding by the minute.

 
At 8:42 AM, Blogger B. said...

Yeah, I did the mud mask last night. I love the feel of it getting all hard and then not being able to move your face, and when you do, it cracks. (Yikes, that last sentence sounds kind of pornographic!)

 
At 7:50 AM, Blogger kate said...

I think that when you really are an old woman, having someone refer to you as 'dirty' will probably be a good thing! lmao! have a great weekend! Kate

 
At 11:50 PM, Blogger Swishy said...

Ha ha ha ... good point, Kate!

MM, a cougar is a woman who goes after much-younger men for sex. HA HA.

 

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