Mommies Paradise

That Baby demanded that his clothes be removed.
That Baby: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mooooom. Cockoff (uhh… socks off). Pents. Pents. (Pants) Off. Shoort. Shoort. (shirt) Off.

He then made quite a show of removing his diaper. He pulled on it. He pushed on it. He stretched it. He yelled at me. He held his breath. He cried. All while I tried to explain to him that he didn’t know how to use the toilet yet and so he would need to keep the diaper on so that we didn’t have any extra messes to clean up.

Finally, he got the diaper off. He ran around the house. He pointed out his penis to the cats. They ran. He crawled onto the couch. He whizzed on the couch.

I guess it could have been worse.

I don’t know about your gym, but my gym is littered with some characters. I don’t know if it is because we live in the one city in Los Angeles where all actors go to die or if it is because we simply live in Los Angeles.

For example, do you have these guys at your gym?

GI Joe
Black jeans - just a little too tight (ala 1985 Marlboro Man), pegged and rolled at the ankles to better show off his sporty hiking booties, army green t-shirt - also just a little too tight, and mirrored aviator glasses - which he only wears when he actually does exercise. From what I can tell this exerciese is limited to one machine - the one where you stand under what looks like a jungle gym with one side and you pull those two handles connected to ropes connected to weights, towards your crotch. Now the machine at MY gym is right smack in front of a wall of mirrors which GI Joe stands in front of wearing mirrored aviator glasses (very weird reflection of a reflection thing happening here) pulling those ropes down to his man parts. Grunting. And turning red. Why the jeans? Why the mirrored aviators?

Spunky Old Guy
Brown shorts with elastic waistband pulled up to his teats, and of course being an old fellow, he has a good white t-shirt tucked into them. He doesn’t spend much time on the cardio machines. I can only assume that if he gets jumping around too much his “hair” will take that final dive to freedom and run from the building. I love this guy though. He is a Spunky Old Guy who is at least 107 and he is still working it out at the gym. With the free weights and all the young, overly pumped studs. Rally on mister!

Strangely enough, these people were wearing these same get ups several years ago when I first started to go this gym. They were doing the same workouts then (yes, you GI Joe Mirror Man).

I am sure that there is some sort of message here for me to learn about getting in a rut or change is good or something but I am too tired to work it out. For now, I will rest assured in the fact that no matter how crazy things get with That Baby and how things are NEVER the same from day-to-day in this home, there are still some things I can rely on. At the gym. Oh. Maybe that was the message. Sort of. Hm.