7 Quick Takes Friday!


Over at her place, Jen is talking about how squats are impossible. Not like they’re hard, but like, they are completely at odds with the laws of gravity.

“If you move into a position like you’re sitting on a chair without actually having a chair behind you, you will FALL DOWN. This is not my opinion; it’s the opinion of the LAW OF GRAVITY.”

All I can add is, a-t0-the-freaking-MEN. In my video torture workout of choice, the peppy cheerleader is constantly reminding me to “keep your knees behind your toes to keep your knees safe, and sit into those heels!” With lunges, no problem. I get it. I can get down on a lunge with my knee behind my toes. I got that shiz.

But then we move to squats and I’m like, “Lindsay, that’s physically impossible. Either my knees are going to shoot way out in front of my toes, or I’m going to fall down, or I’m going to settle for the least painful option and do a sort of centimeter-deep bob and use this time to catch my breath and curse you.”


“After this, let’s have everybody stick their butts up in the air and tell them that it’s called “Downward Facing Dog!” I bet we could make them hold that position for ten minutes. Or long enough to put it on Youtube, at least.”

I’m with you, Jen. Squats are a conspiracy perpetrated by bored health and fitness gurus who probably just want to see how many ridiculous and physically impossible contortions they can get us to try before we realize that they’re totally messing with us and laughing about it over wheatgrass shots.

The perpetuity of The Great Squat Hoax can only mean one thing: we are dumb.


Did you guys read Jen Hatmaker’s “Worst End of School Year Mom Ever” post? You must. It’s hysterical. And I am SO right there with her, but I only have one in school.

I kept sending Sienna to school in sneakers last week because her school shoes fell apart and no way was I going to buy a new pair with 10 days left. Then I got a verbal spanking for it in the Monday Mailer and had to send her in church shoes and let her take the sneakers to change into for recess and gym. But the talent shows and the singing stuff and the stuff and the junk….it’s over! It’s over, teachers! Give it up! We’ll give you better presents if you have nothing but recess for the next week! Pleeeease, let it goooooooooo….


Yeah, Sienna’s school is having a talent show, for which they gave us 10 days’ notice.

Of course, since my child loves the spotlight and is the joiniest of joiners, she was dying to be in it. I kept saying, “but Sienna, what are you going to do?”

She was all,


Martha came over to hang out yesterday (and she brought a delicious salad and cherries and wine and her baby who is so beyond adorable that I’m drawing up paperwork for an arranged marriage between her and Lincoln), and when Sienna got home and we started the Great Talent Show Debate again, Martha was like, “so why not just let her do it?”

“Because…because…..because everyone else will have a routine and she’s just going to get up there and do a series of random dance moves and she doesn’t even want to have music to go with it! She’s going to be embarrassed!”

Martha said, “so, the worst thing that could happen is that she’d be embarrassed. It’s not the end of the world. If she wants to do it so badly, just let her.”

I was all


It was so sensible that I didn’t really know how to respond. The Ogre and I talked it over later and I told him that I thought Martha was right, but he was like

He pointed out that since Sienna didn’t actually even know what a talent show was, we wouldn’t just be allowing her to embarrass herself, we would be allowing her to set herself up for embarrassment, and that would be pretty crappy.

So we told her no, but promised that we would take her to see it so she would understand what it was like, and she could work on a talent over the year and be in it next May.


She responded with more interpretive dance

Go and see Jen for more quick takes! I’m taking the weekend off, so I’ll see y’all on Monday!

  • Martha Oram

    Hmmm fair point re: setting up for embarrassment. She can always do it next year if she goes to the talent show this year and decides she really wants to do it…besides, you and Ogre know Sienna best. If you know she’d be mortified when everyone else was doing pre-arranged stuff and she was left out, then probably a good idea to protect her from that. And to be fair, my advice is based off my experience, and I was doing impromptu talent shows for y’know, the neighborhood (and probably in the nude) since I was two. I wanted to be a STAR ((jazz hands))

    Yeeeah probably should definitely protect her from becoming like me.

    But arranged marriage!! YES

  • http://queenlucythevaliant.blogspot.com/ Lucy The Valiant

    Oh my gosh, I just popped over from the quick takes link up, and may I just say? You are hilarious! This post has me cracking up!

  • Anna

    Oh, you have to read the Archbold post on his kids and their talent show. As the comments to that post point out, it’s different if it’s a “try-outs and planning” kind of show vs. an “anyone who wants to do it, we’d love to see you” kind of show. But it’s a fun post. http://www.ncregister.com/blog/matthew-archbold/the-greatest-talent-show-in-elementtary-school-history

  • Casey

    “so, the worst thing that could happen is that she’d be embarrassed.” — ACK! Worst thing ever! (in my mind anyway)

    And #6: I never realized the evil conspiracy before, but now that I think about it, it makes total and perfect sense. Squats are of the devil!

  • Nancy

    Thanks for the interpretive dance graphic . . . I might have to get that in wearable form!

  • Erica S

    I was having the crappiest of all the crappy days. And then I read your post. Thank you!

  • Suburbanbanshee

    You’re allowed to do squats/air sits with your back against the wall. This makes it more evil, but you don’t fall.

    OTOH, it’s probably more fun and less dangerous to do a martial arts “horse stance,” because then you feel a little more dangerous and a little less depressed. And it works a lot of the same muscles.