Go you Chicken Fat - Gooooooooooooooo!

How many of you remember the old "Chicken Fat" recording from your days in P.E. at school? For some reason - I started thinking of this song - and low and behold for those of you trying to exercise and lose weight as part of your New Year's resolutions..........I have the answer for you.
Not only do you get to sing and exercise at the same time - you get to sing and exercise to a "retro-tune."

This song and exercise experience were part of my Junior High and High School P.E. classes yearly. Mrs. Scharein at Dover used to play this at least twice a year and we dutifully marched in place and were forced to sing as we exercised. Maybe this is why I have an exercising phobia today?!? (Sounds good anyway!)

In case you wondered (and I know you did) - this song/exercise program was developed in 1962 when President John F. Kennedy formed the President's Council On Youth Fitness and "Go You Chickenfat, Go!" was born.

"Give that chickenfat, back to the chicken and, don't be chicken again."
"No, don't be chicken again!"

Now please don't confuse this song with the Chicken song done at weddings. You get to do sit-ups and push-ups and jumping jacks and do the bicycle and arm circles and touch your toes all to the tune of Robert Preston singing!

Here's the link for the song........... http://www.daveross.com/songs/robertpreston.mp3

Even if you don't want to exercise - this is worth listening to at least once. Because the tune will NEVER leave your head and you will be washing dishes, or sitting in church and all of sudden like a burst of inspiration from the Holy Spirit - you will begin to sing "Go You Chickenfat Go!"

Confidential to Jenn - this is for you honey. To get you back on the wagon! hehe http://jennsjournal.clubmom.com/

NOW EVERYONE GET EXERCISING!

"And don't be chicken again!"


P.S. Oh no, the cats are lurking in the basement. Will update if anything is brought upstairs....oh yuck!

How to catch a mouse without using a mouse trap

For the past few weeks the cats have been lurking in the basement. Cliff went down to investigate the source of the "entertainment" and found nothing rodent. So we waited.

Last evening, I was talking to my Mom on the phone when I noticed the cats playing with a mousie. We had just purchased a couple of new fur covered mousies for them and I thought they were cute playing with their new mousie. HOWEVER, when I realized what they were playing with - A REAL LIVE DEAD MOUSE - I called for Cliff who immediately jumped off the computer and came to see what was going on.

The cats were having a ball. Bootsy would "pat, pat, pat" the dead mousie and then Betsy would take her turn, "pat, pat, pat."

In the meantime, I'm jumping around saying "Oooo - it's a dead mouse, Oooo - Bootsy don't play with it, Oooo - Oh gross, Oooo - it's on my new carpeting, Oooo - hurry Cliff get it...." Meanwhile, Cliff nonchalantly goes to the kitchen - gets a paper towel - picks it up and states "it's a weird looking dead mouse" and escorts it to the garage for it's rather unceremonious garbage can funeral.

My Mom said we should have had a mousie funeral, embalmed it and formed it's little mouth into a smile and had a service. Ummmm, NO!

We hope that is the last of the Big Hunt in the Basement for 2007!!!