Yep! That’s the face of a woman called Bulldozer!

So this morning I was running my mouth as I often do while working out with my trainer.  I don’t mean chatting although I was doing that too.  I was giving him a hard time and generally being arrogant.  Sometimes I get away with it without getting squashed like a bug other times the trainer challenges me with something new.  Poor man I really am going to have to bake him a cake or … Oh right I don’t cook!  I’ll offer him my best wishes some day! Yeah!

Today!  It was SO GREAT!  I was flipping this gymnastics mattress which I like ‘cause it feels good abusing that thing and slamming it on the ground.  Hey sometimes I have to jog or do other exercises on that mattress and they suck!  Anyway the trainer suggested I might just be able to push the big crash mattress across the gym floor.  I thought maybe I could do it but he wasn’t sure.  Hah!  Did it!  Laid on some attitude and said I can push this thing length wise.  Apparently it was time to cut me down a notch because I got my wish.  Foolish man just hasn’t figured out yet that I’m part bulldozer.  I’m going to pay for it tomorrow but I did it and I loved it!

Look! A bike in need of rescue! Yeah I see the lock. I guarantee you can slide that bike up the pole and over the top. I read it in the newspaper!

I guess this means I am qualified to … push cars out of snow banks.  Actually I used to have a little putt-putt that I pushed out of a ditch … ‘cause I wasn’t too bright in those days and the concept that it could roll over on me didn’t occur to me.  Well I guess I better put on my Super Fat Chick cape tomorrow because we are supposed to be getting Snowmageddon and the cities drivers will need me!