Summer of Fitness

Who said you're not allowed to use a blog as a way to publicly embarrass your family members?


'Member when I said my family is obsessed with working out this summer?  Well it's still going strong.  Partially because my "little" brother is always flaunting his newly formed hott bod.

Which basically means that he walks around like this all the time:

Guys, my own mother asked if this was photoshopped.  It is not!  This is actually what little "Puke" looks like all day 'err day.  I would be more surprised to see him with a shirt on.  Needless to say, holy motivation!  I look like Flabby McGee every time I stand next to the guy.

Now you may be wondering where the heck this picture was taken.  And I will tell you, because it sort of features me conquering a fear.  It is in our empty pool as we were filling it.

When we first got our pool redone, it was all super slippery and like a slip and slide all the time.  So my little brothers were out there having fun for like 20 minutes and I decide to slide around and on my very first slide around, I got to the deepest part of the pool and my finger and big toe got stuck under the little filter-y thing at the very bottom.  And to get them off I had to rip off skin and toenail and it was a bloody nasty mess.  And if there is one thing I do NOT handle well, it is my foot bleeding.

It probably originated in that moment, but I FREAK OUT if my feet start bleeding.  I like insist on someone taking care of me and bandaging the wound even though I hate to think that they are then looking at my feet because you have to remember that they are probably the absolute ugliest part of my body.

And yet, I insist on wearing flip flops.



Anyways fitness. I'm about to go bench 95 POUNDS and run 8 miles.  One of those was a lie.  Or maybe both.  But I can bench 95 lbs.

Welcome to Weirdsville.

OK, let me begin by saying I don't know how Moms do it.  I've been sort of the next best thing to mom since Sunday to my two nephews (okay well maybe my mom has been more of a mom to them, but....) and let me tell you it is pretty much impossible to feel like a normal person and to be all child-rearing-y all the time.  Granted a 20 year old like myself probably doesn't have the patience required to simultaneously watch a 3 year old and a 18 month old (they are to the day, a year and a half apart - yikes).

The point of this whole thing was - holy free birth control!  If you're wondering what I won't be doing for at least another 4 years, it's having a baby.

The other day I was making these

and I was all dressed in a skirt and chasing after babies and also barefoot in the kitchen and I thought, "The picture of domesticity"

Mine did not turn out that pretty for the record.  They are cookie dough truffles from here.  Redonkulously easy to make and similarly delicious.

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Sorry I was drooling over the thought of eating cookie dough right now.

The real real point of this whole thing is that I have hardly left home in the last few days except to go to the gym.  Because, you know, the forced-surrogate-mom-hood.  Not that I don't enjoy it.  It's just that I've actually been around these guys since last Monday. as in still June.

Oh my tangents.  (to be read like "Oh my goodness" except well, you get it)

The gym.  Okay back to the real story.  On Dayday (let's call it that because I have no concept of days in this summer haze thing I am in), we had a massive break in our water line which caused us to turn our water off for several hours as we tried to locate and fix it.  Meanwhile, I, being smelly and in need of an excuse to get my rather rotund rear off the couch for something besides baby-chasing and eating, decided to go to the gym.

My parents got me gym membership for the summer (subtle, aren't they) and it is a nice gym and we had no shower and they have showers which are significantly better than the showers I used during my entire freshman year of college, so I took my own towel, shampoo, and razor to the gym.  Can you say classy?  (Also, can you say run-on?)

I used to make fun of people who showered and got like ready for the day in the gym before I went to college and lost my fear of showering in places in that are not my home (I realize that makes me sound ... bad but it's just that showers are weird stalls in dorms).  But then I became one of those people and now I think they are cool.  Isn't that how it goes?

Also, I'm still not as bad as the lady who spent two hours curling her hair in the gym locker room.

But I did blow dry my hair.  So not by much.


I hope no one (aka my parents) took offense to this post, but I meant it out of love?  And also no one reads this blog in my house (except me of course, because you have to make sure you don't sound like too much of a dweeb ..... dweeb?) so who cares.

Yeah, I'm going to call this one.

Easter Holiday

I have a new-found appreciation for Easter.  I like that it's a holiday all about joy.  The joy that Christ was resurrected and that He made a way for me to live in Heaven with my loved ones forever.  It's a pretty awesome idea.  And a way under-rated holiday.

I got a card from my fam bam (as part of a package) that was just too good to not share.

It has all the tell-tale signs of a holiday card from the Gamboa family to one of its members:

• My parents wrote something cheesy in it.  
• My mom altered the original text so that it's from the entire family (Most common are things like a little "& Son!" added on to a "Dear Brother,")
• Everyone had to sign it
• All the kids tried to be witty.  

Actually, we have sort of a competition to see who can be funniest when signing cards.  This time Marcus won.  I don't think he was even trying, I just really appreciate that he got right down to business.  It still makes me laugh now.  

Anyways, I realized that I usually like to write either about what thought is stuck in my head or about the interactions I have had with others.  Sadly, between work and class and studying for midterms, I haven't had much interaction with other people lately or many deep thoughts.  How pathetic is that!  I seriously need to get outside of my room more often.  

As a result, I have blogger's block.  I wrote an entire post that was a letter to my teeth (Oh GOODNESS, the relationship I have with my teeth.), but then I deemed it stupid and not even creative or funny, so I deleted it.  I did take a good picture of my teeth for it though.  But I think I deleted that too.  

Actually, the most notable interactions I have had lately are the three times this week I have absolutely wanted to kill Jillian Michaels.  But I keep using her DVDs because, I mean, she looks like this:

Ooh I should do a post on food sometime soon.  I have very complex and interesting opinions about food lately.  

Anyways,  that's about it lately for me.  It's been a week of nose-in-a-book-ed-ness so far, but we're only half way through, so hopefully it will get better.