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Wednesday
May242006

Hip to be square

My chiropractor is out of town the latter part of this week, visiting Italy.

“Work or holiday?” I politely enquire.

“One day of work, three days of holiday,” he explains. (The man has his priorities straight.)

Further conversation reveals he’ll be working for the national Italian soccer team, evaluating the fitness of the players being considered for contracts worth millions of euros. My chiropractor is a bit like a mechanic who examines the used car you’re considering buying, looking to be sure the nice smooth exterior isn’t concealing some problem that might leave you stranded down the road.

He works with high-performance athletes on a regular basis. He even was part of Lance Armstrong’s Tour de France team and will be at the World Cup.

I can’t help but wonder what it’s like to work with highly trained athletes on one hand and softening middle-age American chicks on the other. It would be a bit like owning two cars—one a late model Ferrari, the other a used station wagon.

When I left his office today, thinking of sleek tan muscular professional soccer players, I felt slow-moving and squishy. My body is not a high-performance machine; I'm a high-mileage, high-maintenance vehicle. I'm a clunker!

Walking down the street, I smiled suddenly when I coined a new name for myself: Sponge Butt Square Pants.

The mental image of my square ass in my square pants paired with my square-toed loafers and my square glasses made me realize I am square in every sense of the word. If I were a vehicle, I'd be an old reliable pickup truck, boxy, beaten up, but still on the road.

May 24, 2006

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Reader Comments (7)

I thought you were the Ferrari!

And, that's not a sponge butt - that's a little junk in the trunk, which is highly coveted in this J-Lo world we live in.
May 24, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie
Sponge Butt Square Pants!!! I LOVE it! Thanks for the laugh and the great visual.

And just why DO they call them "laugh lines"? If they were curved UP, I may agree, but they are cuved down... I don't recall ever laughing in such a manner as to make my mouth make a mound shape. What's the saying, it takes more muscles to make a frown than a smile... that's right! I'm not going to be using those frown muscles, that's like exercise for your face, with the results not being good!
May 24, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterShirl Grrrl
Debbie,

My dad liked to call it "puff in the duff"
May 24, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterV-Grrrl
The old reliable pickup has been on more roads and lanes, with many a story to tell. The Ferrari is all show and no soul.
:-)
May 24, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterFlubberwinkle
As long as hte pick up still gets you where you are goin, I'd say you are in good shape. And beyond a certain age you'll be "vintage" and collectible.
May 25, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterAnnie
You sell yourself short my dear. You are a Mercedes or a Lexus. Classy and understated, built to last.

I hope E-grrrl is feeling better.
May 25, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterTB
...or a Volvo. They're square, but classic. Aren't we all our own worst critics? I'll be you're lovely.
May 25, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterwordgirl

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