
Boy, E is a hard one. Lets see . . .E is for EMPTY- NESTER. This word literally makes me shudder. John wants us to start attending a Family Home Evening group for Empty-Nesters, and I am digging in my heels. No offense to my dear friends that attend, but I am not ready to join the ranks of the childless yet, sorry. My body may be aging, but my mind still thinks its twenty-five. Even after Randee is gone, I don't think I will be ready. Who ever said that there is an age where you have to resign to being old, and lose your youthfulness, eh? I would much rather have Robin over, and play with her kids. That is why the Lord keeps putting me in the Primary I think.

E is also for ECONOMY. Not my favorite subject right now. Every time you turn around, someone or something is taking more of your green stuff away. It certainly makes a person far more resourceful in making ends meet. Luckily, gas has gone down a bit, or I would be delivering my newspapers from a Radio Flyer. Darcy actually started a blog called "Save The Pingels", where she is selling things to make ends meet, and I for one think its a great idea. We all have too much "stuff" that other people could use, at a discounted price of course.

And finally. . .E is for EXERCISE. Heaven knows I need some of that stuff, although my couch might miss me. Even if its the sit-in-your-chair and move your feet from left to right kind, any movement will do. Time to drag out the good old "Sweatin' To The Oldies", with Richard Simmons. Always wanted a pair of striped satin jogging shorts that showed my 'private bits' when I flop around . . . NOT! I do have a treadmill downstairs (Dreadmill to Micheal Scott of The Office) that is collecting dust, and its even within clear view of a very large big screen TV where I could watch my favorite reality TV shows while I gasp for air. I HAVE no excuses, so its time to buck up and join the Biggest Loser Crowd. My kids think I could win that show. Jillian . .SAVE ME!