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 ********************************************************  I got this joke a while back and I almost died laughing, I was actually hyperventilating. I hope it will have you laughing too. 
 
 A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM - Feature 2 
 Dear             Diary,
 For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear)purchased a week             of personal training
 at the local health club for me. Although I am             still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader             43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and             give it a try.
 I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer             named Belinda,
 who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics             instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My             daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started!  The club             encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.              MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of             bed, but found it was well
 worth it when I arrived at the health             club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek             goddess - a thinly built female, dancing eyes and a dazzling white             smile. Woo Hoo!!
 Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed             watching the skillful way in
 which she conducted her aerobics class             after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as             I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding             it in the  whole time she was around. This is going to be a             FANTASTIC week!!
 TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally             made it out the door. Belinda made
 me lie on my back and push a             heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.             Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!!             It's a whole new life for me.
 WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by             laying the toothbrush on the counter
 and moving my mouth back and             forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving  was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of             a GEO in the club parking lot.
 Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered             other club members. Her
 voice is a little too perky for early in             the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that             is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so             Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the h*** would anyone             invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by             elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy             life. She said some other s*** too.              THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her             vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin,
 cruel lips were pulled back             in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took             me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with             dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.             She sent another skinny cow to find me. Then, as punishment, she             put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.              FRIDAY: I hate that cow Belinda more than any human             being has ever hated any other
 human being in the history of the             world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If             there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I             would beat her with it.  Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I             don't have any triceps!  and if you don't want dents in the floor,             don't hand me those stupid barbells or anything that  weighs more             than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a             health and nutrition  teacher.Why couldn't it have been someone             softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?              SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering             machine in her grating, shrilly voice
 wondering why I did not show             up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with             my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV             remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather             Channel.
 SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services             today so I can go and thank
 GOD that this week is over. I will also             pray that next year my daughter (the little rugrat***) will choose             a gift for me that is fun like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I             still say if God had  wanted me to bend over, he would have             sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!! ·                       
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