Guest guest Posted October 25, 2001 Report Share Posted October 25, 2001 Dear Judy, I hope you are feeling better and getting over your bug, hopefully as you are posting you are beginning to feel better. Yes, we are fine here, it's pretty much as normal although there are more tensions of course at the moment. I am fine physically, but the girls are having a hard time and I am feeling it! However I am working out with a trainer, he is a West Indian guy who has been living in the states for about 10 years, and he hasa come over to Saudi under the sponsorship of a friend of Lana's to make some money, so she and I are trying him out for a month. He is good and pushes, but not too hard!! Still, it's early days yet. I would love a swim, its still pretty warm here, but the pool is being redone as it was leaking. The poor boss is backwards and forwards everywhere, doing the diplomatic bit. The Saudis are firmly behind the fight on terrorism, but they can't say so too strongly, or they will upset their own fundamentalists!! I think a lot of people were shocked at how many Saudis were involved. Not bin Laden, he was kicked out during the Gulf war, but the ones on the planes. God willing it will come to a good conclusion. At least the IRA are giving up their arsenal. It's an ill wind... anyway I must stop rambling. I think of you and miss you. Good wishes and prayers to everyone. Love Liz __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 25, 2001 Report Share Posted October 25, 2001 Dear Judy, I hope you are feeling better and getting over your bug, hopefully as you are posting you are beginning to feel better. Yes, we are fine here, it's pretty much as normal although there are more tensions of course at the moment. I am fine physically, but the girls are having a hard time and I am feeling it! However I am working out with a trainer, he is a West Indian guy who has been living in the states for about 10 years, and he hasa come over to Saudi under the sponsorship of a friend of Lana's to make some money, so she and I are trying him out for a month. He is good and pushes, but not too hard!! Still, it's early days yet. I would love a swim, its still pretty warm here, but the pool is being redone as it was leaking. The poor boss is backwards and forwards everywhere, doing the diplomatic bit. The Saudis are firmly behind the fight on terrorism, but they can't say so too strongly, or they will upset their own fundamentalists!! I think a lot of people were shocked at how many Saudis were involved. Not bin Laden, he was kicked out during the Gulf war, but the ones on the planes. God willing it will come to a good conclusion. At least the IRA are giving up their arsenal. It's an ill wind... anyway I must stop rambling. I think of you and miss you. Good wishes and prayers to everyone. Love Liz __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2001 Report Share Posted November 27, 2001 Judy i laughed so hard i almost cried. loved it. dawn --- Judith Ostry wrote: > Tooooooo funny! > > FW: See - this is why I don't go to the > gym! > > > > > > If you read this without laughing out loud, there is > something wrong with > you. > > > Dear Diary. > > For my 50th birthday this year, my husband (the > dear) purchased a week of > personal training at the local health club for me. > Although I am still in > great shape since playing on my high school softball > team, I decided it > would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. > I called the club and > made my reservations with a personal trainer I'll > call Bruce, who identified > himself as a 26 year old aerobics instructor and > model for athletic clothing > and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my > enthusiasm to get started. > The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my > progress. > > Monday: Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out > of bed, but found it was > well worth it when I arrived at the health club to > find Bruce waiting for > me. He is something of a Greek God - with blond > hair, dancing eyes and a > dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Bruce gave me a tour > and showed me the > machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the > treadmill. He was > alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute > it to standing next to > him in his Lycraaerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching > the skillful way in which > he conducted his aerobics class after my workout > today. Very inspiring. > Bruce was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although > my gut was already > aching from holding it in the whole time he was > around. This is going to be > a FANTASTIC WEEK !!!!!!! > > Tuesday: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I > finally made it out the door. > Bruce made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron > bar into the air - It's a > whole new life for me. > > Wednesday: The only way I can brush my teeth is by > laying on the toothbrush > on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth > over it. I believe I have > a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long > as I didn't try to steer > or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club > parking lot. Bruce was > impatient with me, insisting that my screams > bothered other club members. > His voice is a little too perky for early in the > morning and when he scolds, > he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My > chest hurt when I got > on the treadmill, so Bruce put me on the stair > monster. Why the hell would > anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity > rendered obsolete by > elevators? Bruce told me it would help me get in > shape and enjoy life. He > said some other shit too. > > Thursday: Bruce was waiting for me with his > vampire-like teeth exposed as > his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full > snarl. I couldn't help being > a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my > shoes. Bruce took me to > work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I > ran and hid in the men's > room. He sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, > put me on the rowing > machine-which I sank. > > Friday: I hate that bastard Bruce more than any > human being has ever hated > any other human being in the history of the world. > Stupid, skinny, anemic > little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I > could move without > unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Bruce > wanted me to work on my > triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't > want dents in the floor, > don't hand me the & *@* #$ barbells or anything that > weighs more than a > sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist > school you attended and > graduated magna cum laude from). The treadmill flung > me off and I landed on > a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have > been someone softer, > > like the drama coach or the choir director? > > Saturday: Bruce left a message on my answering > machine in his grating, > shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. > Just hearing him made > me want to smash the machine with my planner. > > However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV > remote and ended up > catching eleven straight hours of the *$@# & & Weather > Channel. > > Sunday: I'm having the Church van pick me up for > services today so I can go > and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also > pray that next year my > husband (the BASTARD) will choose a gift for me that > is fun - like a root > canal or a hysterectomy. > > > > > Judy > Administrative Assistant II > Personnel Administration > Department of Surgery > > FAX 567-6609 > __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2001 Report Share Posted November 27, 2001 Judy i laughed so hard i almost cried. loved it. dawn --- Judith Ostry wrote: > Tooooooo funny! > > FW: See - this is why I don't go to the > gym! > > > > > > If you read this without laughing out loud, there is > something wrong with > you. > > > Dear Diary. > > For my 50th birthday this year, my husband (the > dear) purchased a week of > personal training at the local health club for me. > Although I am still in > great shape since playing on my high school softball > team, I decided it > would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. > I called the club and > made my reservations with a personal trainer I'll > call Bruce, who identified > himself as a 26 year old aerobics instructor and > model for athletic clothing > and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my > enthusiasm to get started. > The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my > progress. > > Monday: Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out > of bed, but found it was > well worth it when I arrived at the health club to > find Bruce waiting for > me. He is something of a Greek God - with blond > hair, dancing eyes and a > dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Bruce gave me a tour > and showed me the > machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the > treadmill. He was > alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute > it to standing next to > him in his Lycraaerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching > the skillful way in which > he conducted his aerobics class after my workout > today. Very inspiring. > Bruce was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although > my gut was already > aching from holding it in the whole time he was > around. This is going to be > a FANTASTIC WEEK !!!!!!! > > Tuesday: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I > finally made it out the door. > Bruce made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron > bar into the air - It's a > whole new life for me. > > Wednesday: The only way I can brush my teeth is by > laying on the toothbrush > on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth > over it. I believe I have > a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long > as I didn't try to steer > or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club > parking lot. Bruce was > impatient with me, insisting that my screams > bothered other club members. > His voice is a little too perky for early in the > morning and when he scolds, > he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My > chest hurt when I got > on the treadmill, so Bruce put me on the stair > monster. Why the hell would > anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity > rendered obsolete by > elevators? Bruce told me it would help me get in > shape and enjoy life. He > said some other shit too. > > Thursday: Bruce was waiting for me with his > vampire-like teeth exposed as > his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full > snarl. I couldn't help being > a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my > shoes. Bruce took me to > work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I > ran and hid in the men's > room. He sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, > put me on the rowing > machine-which I sank. > > Friday: I hate that bastard Bruce more than any > human being has ever hated > any other human being in the history of the world. > Stupid, skinny, anemic > little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I > could move without > unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Bruce > wanted me to work on my > triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't > want dents in the floor, > don't hand me the & *@* #$ barbells or anything that > weighs more than a > sandwich. (Which I am sure you learned in the sadist > school you attended and > graduated magna cum laude from). The treadmill flung > me off and I landed on > a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have > been someone softer, > > like the drama coach or the choir director? > > Saturday: Bruce left a message on my answering > machine in his grating, > shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. > Just hearing him made > me want to smash the machine with my planner. > > However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV > remote and ended up > catching eleven straight hours of the *$@# & & Weather > Channel. > > Sunday: I'm having the Church van pick me up for > services today so I can go > and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also > pray that next year my > husband (the BASTARD) will choose a gift for me that > is fun - like a root > canal or a hysterectomy. > > > > > Judy > Administrative Assistant II > Personnel Administration > Department of Surgery > > FAX 567-6609 > __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 30, 2001 Report Share Posted November 30, 2001 Judy, Judy, Judy........what are we going to do with you? You poor thing. I bet you've coughed yourself silly... You know you are in my prayers always, but I will add extra ones... We just have to get you well. I miss ya bunches... hugs claudia Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 30, 2001 Report Share Posted November 30, 2001 Judy, Judy, Judy........what are we going to do with you? You poor thing. I bet you've coughed yourself silly... You know you are in my prayers always, but I will add extra ones... We just have to get you well. I miss ya bunches... hugs claudia Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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