Zumba Class

I finally caved in to the hype and took my first Zumba class at the gym tonight. What took me so long? It was a great class! Loved it. The hour went by so fast--and I was drenched in sweat. I must have dropped a few pounds! Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it too. How often does everyone smile through a workout? Very cool. It was non-stop and had fun music, too. Usually I think the music at the classes is way too loud, but I was OK with it tonight. And the steps are easy to follow. I've been to some other classes where I get so turned around with the steps that I'm too frustrated to get any good out of it. And I think I'm pretty coordinated! Zumba suits my style a lot better. I'll be going back on Wednesday. Note to self: take LARGE water bottle next time!!

Too Busy

It's been 11 days since I last blogged. I can't believe it's been that long. I guess I've been way too busy to write lately. The question is--what the heck have I been doing? I can't recall anything that has been very productive, just life getting in the way! I've gone for runs, golfed, played tennis and done yoga. Had lunch a few times with friends. A couple birthdays which included pedicures, parties and dinners. I even went to the orthopedic surgeon, again, for my skiing-injured shoulder, and got a cortisone shot. I thought cortisone was supposed to be this miracle thing and I'd be better. Wrong. The doc said it would kick in after 48hours. It's been 96 and there is only minimal improvement. My favorite yoga position is reverse namaste--and I still can't do it. Twisting my left arm behind my back is excruciating! I'm considering acupuncture. I will be very unhappy if I can't ever do reverse namaste again! Anyhow, those are my excuses for not blogging. Pretty lame. I wish I had a better excuse like I got a job or won the lottery. Maybe that'll happen this week and I'll write about it!

Cars

Cars. Unfortunately, we can't live without them here in Southern California.

Whenever I think I'm going to get ahead and have some extra money to blow on important stuff, like shoes, something happens to my car. Something expensive! A few months after I got laid off, I had to take the car in for this horrid high-pitched squealing noise it made. Do you know what an Ignition Coil is? I'll tell you--it's a pricey, tiny, little thing that, when it goes bad, makes a horrid high-pitched squealing noise. A really embarrassing noise especially when you are driving a luxury car out of a high-end golf course. Thank God for dark sunglasses! Of course, they also discover that my brakes and rotors are bad. They cost even more than an ignition coil! I call my friends and try not to cry. Then I fork over the MasterCard and move on with life.

So a few months pass. I'm thinking about buying shoes again. I'm hanging out this week with a couple friends at the beach, who think there is a burning smell when we exit my car. So I make a visit to Robert and Adam--my 'first-name-basis-buddies', also known as my mechanics. I walk in the door to "Hi Maggie. How's it going?" Like we're long-lost friends. This time it's the radiator. Shockingly even more expensive than ignition coils, brakes and rotors! I think I'm going to buy shoes anyhow.