Don't let that couch win!!!!!

Heh, SuperPat!!!!

You think you've got me. I heard the couch calling my name and to my shame, I listened . . . but never again. I may owe you $2 already ...but NO More! I refuse to listen. These tears will be turned to sweat. I'm back home with my shoes ON and we aren't taking this lightly. From now on, we are going to be moving!!!! No more Golden Corral! No more PizzaPie Shop! I will not subcomb till I get my 4 walks in!

Thanks to my short vacation, I now have a new layer of fluff under my peelings. . . but it is about to go- Forever!!!!! Get your walker out and lets get moving again. We CAN'T let the couch win. If you do, you will be a Tator forever and then Darth wins!!!!!!!!!

Help Me!!!!!!!!!!

Love,
Momma Spud

The Deal!!!!

So this is a call out to SuperPat! I want in on the deal. Every week I don't get these feet of mine moving at least 4 days, I owe you a dollar!!!! I can count walking or dancing or running (did I say running? I mean puffing!), or any other form of exercise that makes my heart beat hard for at least 10 minutes (which does not include when my kids do crazy maneuvers when they drive). How do you like that for a deal? Let me Know!!!!! Ha - You may be rich, you may be poor...it just depends on my Shoes and ME!

We'll take you on SuperPat - you and your walker against me and my feet!!!!! Any day of the week!!!!!

Love,
Momma Spud

PS I love you. Don't think I'm going easy on you. I may look like Mashed potatoes and fluff but under all that is a real tough rump roast!!!!

Guilt, shame or just slow?

Okay, I'm wondering if I'm just guilty or is it I'm a little slow? Thinking about all that SuperPat does to get moving made me think - Either I'm Queen of the Spuds, sprouting on the couch myself or I'm very slow. I hope it's not true but it feels like I'm getting slower every day! Hmmmmm. So three days ago, I decided enough was enough. If Super Pat could do it, I could too. I got off the couch, put my dance CD in and started to Cha Cha etc. I discovered it was rather difficult to learn all the moves at once. Who knew that Dancing could be so energetic. Besides, I was a bit winded. Next thing I knew I was headed outside to run around the house but my shoes thought differently. They took me up the hill and onto the canal. It's like they were on auto pilot. Last year I did alot of walking up there. . . so they knew where to go. . . or maybe that's where SuperPat gets his strength - from his shoes??????

Wow, My shoes knew what they were doing. The view was breathtaking. . . how could I have forgotten. The air was still a bit cool, a slight breeze kissing my cheeks as well as the sun. I could see over the valley - It looked lush and green in spots- brown and tan in others - just like a patchwork quilt. I'm doing this again!!!!!

So Super Pat, since the computer won't ever let me say anything on your blog, (I am NOT a spy although I do have many eyes, including the ones on the back of my head), I've done two walks and two dances in two days and one more day of walk shopping . . . for a total of 3 days in a row. No shame anymore! See, I AM related to the Darth Tator but who knows what lies beneath his peelings? or mine either for that matter. More to be seen in new episodes of the Potato Saga or is it Potato Saggin? Go Pat Go! Don't let them feet Defeet you!!!!! They are your friends. We can't wait for the unveiling or is it the peeling? Stay tuned.