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11 August 2006

♥ strollercise?

You know how sometimes people just do these little things that get you down? Like making up little hybrid words; that really makes me squirm. (Take "TomKat," "Bennifer," "Brangelina," or any similiar non-celebrity-couple-related term, for instance. I can deal with "Californication.")

I'll make this one quick, because I'm sure no one is really very interested in the concept of "strollercise." But it kind of struck me today when my friend Rachel mentioned it: these women leave their toddlers with a nanny and take their strollers (weighted, of course) to the park so that an instructor can boss them around and have them do different little excercises which, I'm sure, leave them in no better shape than they were the day they popped those babies out. Like, they really pay real money for this.

Are. You. Kidding.

I know.

Why don't you just push your real kid around the block in your stroller for free and also, you know, spend quality time with them? What a concept, right?

Who are these people who have so much time on their hands that they think of things like "strollercise?" What happened to those tired old "traditional" values, such as not spending money like it's water, or, more outrageously, spending time with your family?

There's really very little I can say about this one without making that little purple vein pop out of my forehead, so I'll wrap it up. I'm sure my readership of, like, three is sick of my angsty little "let's change the world!" rantings, but I just can't help turning this into a "look what the world is coming to" post.


This country is in debt out the wazoo. Seniors can't afford to retire, gas is above $3 a gallon, the government has landed us in an overseas occupation so sticky we can't seem to wiggle our way out. I'm thinking we need to simplify things a little bit.

Maybe we need to just, you know, exercise.

♥ the best is yet to be.
8/11/2006

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