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Move it all around

Monster Truck

I kicked off the weekend the way any normal person would-- rearranging the furniture in the living room 6 or 7 times, only to put it back exactly how it was. And based on the number of "likes" and comments on my Facebook status stating the same, I'm not the only person who has done this. I try to visualize the options, but that never works for me. I have to move it, stand back and decide "yes or no." And since we're in a new house, everyone and everything is still finding his/her/its place. When I told my friend, Suzie, how I spent my afternoon, she replied, "It just feels good to move stuff."

Doesn't it?

Months ago, I hired a personal trainer to hurt me whip me into shape. And one day, he made me flip a tire. Not just any regular car tire. A monster truck tire. A pimp my ride tire. My pregnant friend, who was training with me, squatted down, grabbed the stinky black tread and flipped the thing like She-Ra. When it was my turn, I grumbled, whined and cursed the trainer under my breath.

But Friday, as I dragged and turned the 8' by 10' area rug, pushed the couch from one side of the room to the other and positioned and re-positioned two chairs and the coffee table, I felt like She-Ra myself. I am woman hear me roar! I guess those workouts paid off. Until the next day.

Advil, anyone?

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