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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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Yea, the hula hoop thingie - not so much anymore, lol. I can Wii Fit hula hoop tho! I can't stay in any position too long - like kneeling down on the floor, sitting on my heels for a while - getting up from THAT position is comical. Cartwheels, that's a shocker. Green peppers, orange juice, can't do those anymore either, lol...
cheryl
I've been wanting to get the Wii Fit, Cheryl! Maybe that would make me feel better if I can do that.
Now that REALLY is no fair that you can't eat what you used to!
The hula hoop thing made me laugh! I tried that recently too and was shocked to find out I couldn't do it!! What? I used to be good at the hula hoop! What happened?!
Life.
So, now I sit around on a safe chair and count my age spots. ;-)
I loved the monkey bars. I used to be able to spin and climb up on top them and swing down. I think if I tried that now, I would be at my chiropractor's office (my place of work) and have her put me back together again...hee.
I miss being fearless.
I used to be able to put my legs behind my head. Yeah. Not so much anymore. :)
Hula hooping! At least you had the courage to stand up and try. I don't think I've ever been able to do that.
Let's see....I wish I could still run. However, my heartrate goes willy nilly if I do more than a gentle trot on the treadmill. Oh, but I remember the days....
That's too funny about the hula hoop, Colleen!
Today I took my kids to see the King Tut exhibit at The Children's Museum in Indy.
We had to park way across the outdoor lot and monsoon-like rain was coming down. Did I mention I left my umbrella at the last writer's conference I went to?
I did the old-lady thing and put a plastic WalMart bag over my hair and we made a mad dash. That is a long way to run! I looked around for an oxygen tank when we made it to the entrance, but no luck. LOL
It was still raining cats and dogs when we left and I bought one of those emergency ponchos. $2 for a piece of plastic thinner than a garbage bag.
We made the run back to the car, with me afraid I would slip and fall flat. We made it and I promised myself (again) to get in shape.
I miss the days when I managed to look almost cute walking in the rain. And the time when I could flat-out run for about as long as I wanted. Sigh.
LOL, even when I was a kid I couldn't get the hula hoop thing. Talk about being embarrassed. Glad y'all have caught up to me now.
I'm finding lots of things don't come easy anymore, most of all losing weight. I'm not fat but I have increased in my waistline. Try as I might to lose the 'love-handle' it doesn't budge as easy as it once did. I'm not overeating, started going back to the gym, and still it's there. Hate. That.
Well....this is encouraging.....in a discouraging sort of way. LOL So glad I am not alone (except for those times my family is half way home and I am still getting off the floor. ;-) )
Oh, what a hoot! I remember the hula hoop days! Not any more. But I have physical disabilities (not age, you see) that limit me! With my mom, we told her she doesn't have a basement in her house anymore. Did she listen? NOOOOOOO! Took her three HOURS to get back up the stairs. The next day she couldn't move her leg. She ended up having hip replacement. We feel young in our thinking, but our bods don't stay there!
You know what I think happened with the hula hoop thing? We got fatter. LOL The hoop isn't as big in relationship to our waists. If we just had a hoop big enough, we could still do it. At least that's what I'm telling myself!
Laughing at all your stories! :-) Carmen, so sorry about your mom! I keep telling myself I'm going to LISTEN to my kids!
Colleen,
Maybe this is discouraging, in an encouraging sort of way.... if we can all laugh at ourselves together, that's a pretty good place to be. It has to be one reason that God made us to be in community....so we can hear laughter as the bones creak!
Lol, good story! I feel young most of the time but not as much after playing volleyball. Our church picnic a few weeks ago taught me that. As far as water rafting, I go almost every year here in Colorado and no matter how good a shape I'm in, I can always feel it the next day. Ugh!
Definitely can empathize. I played Sharks and Minnows in the gymnasium with a bunch of kids because it looked like so much fun I couldn't sit by and watch. (To do this you have to sprint full tilt from one end of the gym to the other without being tagged by a shark.) Next day wasn't too bad, but a couple of days later I was having trouble walking and wasn't sure what I'd done. Ouch. (At 42, I'm not sure the last time I sprinted anywhere.) But it was still worth it to be the first one to the wall!
Colleen - I can understand your MIL's logic. I think we are told pretty consistently that we need to stay active in order to keep the ability. I mean, there are 80-year-olds out there running marathons and bungee jumping (things I CANNOT do at 41), so what's their secret? Is it just genetic or are there things we can do to improve/retain our physical abilities? I can no longer spend hours doing deep-cleaning chores like detailing the car or scrubbing tile, etc. I can't move the next day :(
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