  Now that my grad school applications are in (yip, yip, oooooooh yeah), I have found a new activity to fill my afternoons while Grace naps. While snooping around the Rousseau household, I happened upon some Kathy Smith workout DVDs that Susan does (she's my boss, the family's mama-and I must say, I applaud her for staying in such great shape after popping out fo' chillins). So I decided to venture into the world of working out, not only for my health but also for the great quotes ("and lift it, and stretch it, and pump it, and pulse it, you're doing FANTASTIC" *if I ever made a workout tape, I'd substitute snacktastic*).
At any rate, Kathy Smith is full of enthusiasm for fitness and at first, I found myself wanting to thank her for her encouraging words. But after doing "Timesaver: Lift Weights to Lost Weight" a few times, I find them to be ridiculous. For all Kathy knows, I am sitting on the couch with a bag of Doritos, laughing at her antics and comments (to a big black guy who's part of her weight-lifting crew: "How come your bicep's bigger than mine?"...
"Pump it!"). So far, my efforts have left me with a sore back and shoulders but no muscles; I may have to turn to steroids for the hardcore woman weightlifter's body I've always coveted. Bottom line, kickin' it with Kathy is an okay way to pass some time in the afternoon; now, next time I see any of you, I'll expect comments on my scuplted arms and calves. Thank you, thank you. 
