my mom made me do pushups again today as a punishment. 32 pushups and 45 sit-ups. i mean, really i thought she was over that whole excercise-will-break-you-down-and-teach-you-respect-and-how-not-to-be-an-ungrateful-mouthy-sonofabitch-child thing when all this friction between us slowed down, but apparently not. apparently we were just in some resting period between outbreaks of my bad behavior. because obviously she only punishes me with something stupid when i do something extra horribly bad. like tell her that she doesn't listen to me. or correct her.

anyway, now i have this funny icky feeling in my abs like some sort of pallette (sp?) of muscle over my pelvis has been replaced with a rock, and i'll tell you, being buff is not all Bally Total Fitness has cracked it up to be. it feels like i've got my period and i'm tied to a stake whilst some little third grader with excellent aim is throwing some decent-sized rocks at my stomach. and i would know how those rocks feel 'cause in third grade i got hit in the back of the head with one while i was sitting on the climby rainbow.

so thanks a truckload, mommy.