Muscle strains...

Last night Tanner and I went to Wolf Pen to practice our ice skating, and I ran into our dentist.  Now, our dentist is a really nice lady, and I was surprised that she recognized us.  She asked us what we were doing, and we got to talking about getting injured on the ice.  She must be about 44 or so, and she takes lessons, but protects her rear, knees and wrists with all sorts of padding.  I found out where she got all the stuff from, and she said, "Oh, you don't have to worry about getting injured.  Your body is young.  It'll spring right back."  I looked at her incredulously.  "Are you kidding me?" I asked.  "I'm 32.  That's not young anymore.  That's definitely middle aged."  Her mouth dropped and then she dragged her 13 year old daughter over and said, "You'll never guess how old this lady is."  Her daughter guessed, "20?"  Long and short of it is that my doctor agreed that I should get padding.  32 is middle age, and the old bones and muscles don't spring back quite so quickly anymore.

I was practing my lunges, and strained my thigh muscles, so now I have to wait for that to heal up a bit since it hurts even after I take ibuprofen.  Tanner continues to look beautiful on the ice, and last night we even managed to ice dance a little bit since my backward skating is getting much better. 

Jonathan strained his wrist at work, so he's going around with his arm wrapped and he's been popping ibuprofen, too.

We've been battling flies the last few weeks in our house.  They just seemed to keep springing up out of nowhere.  We discovered that a couple of potatoes had rotted, so we threw those out, and figured that perhaps that had been the cause of the flies, but a couple of days later, the flies still kept appearing.  We cleared out the pantry.  We cleaned the counters, the cupboards and the stove.  We cleaned under the stove, inside the fridge, and around the microwave.  Still, the flies kept coming.  Until this morning.  This morning I decided to make a quadruple batch of pancakes, and I ran out of sugar.  So, I pulled out my stash of sugar and exposed a gooey mess of baby flies, sugar, water and I don't want to know what else.  Disgusting.  Gross.  At least it didn't smell.  Why does this stuff happen?  Luckily it was only in one of the bags and the rest were protected because I individually wrap my sugar bags in plastic, but still it was gross.  I managed to clean the mess up with a solution of boiling hot water, bleach and a couple of towels that I just tossed after using them.  I threw away all the plastic bags and repackaged all the sugar.  So, here's hoping that we've found the last of fly breeding grounds.