Prima Donna

The reading group at the Y just finished "Three Cups of Tea", starring the sweetest, most humble,altruistic person in the universe. I'd eat him alive.

I can't stand a prima donna. Women that think they are something hot and powerful and that everyone else is an idiot. Boob Job complained to our area director that a man was ogling her. Why would he? She's often upleasant, and let's face it, girls, mine may not be much but at least they aren't fake. And the man she reported on is good and kind, like Mortenson in our book. She also left a nasty note on Peanut's car a few months ago complaining she was parking too close. It's 5:00 a.m.! There are a million empty spaces and WE WERE HERE FIRST. She eventually changed spots. Puppy Sweet Cheeks and I are going to plot revenge if this continues. Please let us know if you'd like to join in the fun.

Braggers also drive me nuts. No matter how lovely, smart, rich, or well connected you are there is always someone that is more so, and I don't mean yours truly. I listen to them go on about all their advantages and I want to say they have me confused with someone who actually gives a shit, but having choices I try to keep my trap shut. I remember when people are really nice, but I also remember them when they're mean or obnoxious. Too bad one cannot wear earbuds at social functions. I'll bet Mortenson doesn't feel the need to brag.

So we are sort of a Payton Place but I think most of the folks that come to my gym are pretty wonderful. Over the long term a Gym Junkie just has get along as best as possible, even with the weirdos, the people you don't like, as well as those you might look down upon. You don't want to be labelled and shunned. As we did with Mr. Pink and Won't Shut Up. We haven't seen them in a while. Be warned.