Something I noticed about flying, was how kind people were to me. The TSA agents in security, my seat mates on planes, etc. They went out of their way to help me, to make faces at R to calm him down. I was touched.

It’s so easy to be cynical and distant. I certainly never expect any kindness or help when I’m out with R. The people I ran into during my trip reminded me that there are still good ones out there. So, thank you all. I appreciated it more than you know.


Up in the Air.

I survived.

R and I headed to my parents last week. I was panicked, it was raining, nothing was seeming to go right. R was awful on the plane. Screaming, screeching, crying, wouldn’t sit still. We got to our destination, and I could breathe again. We had a wonderful visit. Even the plane ride back wasn’t as bad. R napped and didn’t scream.

I got to do actual thinking while I was there. I’ve decided to finish the course I’m currently in, and get a part-time job. R can go to daycare 3 days a week. He’ll see other kids, it’ll be good for him. For both of us.

It’s hard to admit. I’m not cut out for this stay at home mom business. I feel guilty and awful about it. I know, logically, that doing this will make me not so frazzled, I’ll appreciate my time with R more, and he will be okay. That doesn’t make it any easier.

Zumba Douche.

As I’ve said semi-vaguely on here, I’m trying to lose weight. I only gained 28 while pregnant, and lost it all right after. Then, I went on a carb binge and gained it all back. So, I’ve been counting carbs, and exercising. Which brings me to my point.

Zumba. I assume everyone’s heard of it, unless you live under a rock. I stumbled across a video online and decided to try it. I love it. It doesn’t feel like exercise, I burn a ton of calories. Awesome, right?

Almost. Meet Beto.

I had no idea who he was, just thought he was a random host. That he was a ginormous douche, as you can see from the hat in the picture above. I try to exercise, and I hear his voice. Ugh. He dances with, well air humps is more precise, random exercisers in the videos. It’s very creepy. In one video, the woman who is co-hosting doesn’t speak THE WHOLE TIME. She shakes and shimmies around, and he, with his accent reminiscent of Hank Azaria in The Birdcage, prances around, yapping along. Sometimes, even singing along. Dear god.

Then, I stumble across an article online in Men’s Health. This guy CREATED Zumba. He’s not just some random douchebag, he’s THE douchebag. The only way I can get through working out to Zumba anymore is to think mean, ugly, thoughts about Beto.

I used to workout to Denise Austin tapes, and as annoying as she was, she never came close to bugging me as much as this guy.

So, Zumba, please make more videos without him. I get that he’s the creator, but Bill Gates didn’t slap his face on everyone’s computer, so this guy doesn’t have to be in all these videos. My blood pressure thanks you.