tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31396441772459792082023-11-16T09:08:07.733-06:00From Fat A's to 5K's...Join the hysterical and truthful journey of 2 moms as they climb off the couch and prepare for their first 5K...ellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-90996263121716842422010-02-21T13:47:00.002-06:002010-02-21T13:47:58.848-06:00Today...<span style="font-size:130%;">I'm going outside.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To run.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In the rain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cause that's how hard core I wanna be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm taking my dog.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cause I think he'll drag me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Wish me luck.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Fat B</span>ellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-11089281711267812492010-01-30T10:18:00.004-06:002010-01-30T10:26:23.576-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8GcQQzQdF-eupK5LgBODZB4DcXEe1lzVhKrC9LVe3Jz0yyYnhsEnxZDNCcpjZeFdPw0-wsdu8ZFpWLh5wW8qd6Cg3-oPxkfFxiCjAIHBZmDhcY1hMH9LMnmEEdegx4Q38YzmTZnQEBI/s1600-h/Big-D-logo-2007s.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432568611044832290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8GcQQzQdF-eupK5LgBODZB4DcXEe1lzVhKrC9LVe3Jz0yyYnhsEnxZDNCcpjZeFdPw0-wsdu8ZFpWLh5wW8qd6Cg3-oPxkfFxiCjAIHBZmDhcY1hMH9LMnmEEdegx4Q38YzmTZnQEBI/s320/Big-D-logo-2007s.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4MhtbpB90YQJozYVLw3UYAhMgRL8lUkXuDMjs1TBiT668XdubK4SyJwAkCDwGj5f4UOyLoJcsksaG19sKwvYZ2ZJjoL205rJTj1tCROwEiTfdz59ytER0W0SYefdS8NRbXBKr7Y6b7U/s1600-h/bigd_01.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br />We have decided to make our debut into the running world at the </div><div align="center">Big D Marathon and 5k in Dallas on April 11. </div><div align="center">We have already accumulated two more runners, Fat B's cousin </div><div align="center">and my friend Tim....oops I mean Fat T.</div><div align="center">It will be interesting to see how many people are running with us come race day!<br /></div><div></div>The Wilkinson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696092615196599613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-60761201464897519782010-01-24T08:19:00.003-06:002010-01-24T08:35:23.539-06:00"When you sleep you snore......"".....When you run you dream. The dreams float lightly through the first mile but by the last kick, they flash with every step. <em>If I keep this up, I'll never grow old! I'll do a marathon by the spring! I'll never get sick! If I keep going, I'll flush all my toxins! Terrible things will never happen to me! If they do, I'll have the stamina to crush them. If I keep this up, I'll grow better looking with age! I'll be admired and never envied, respected and never feared, loved and never pitied!If I keep this up I can have hamburgers. HAMBURGERS!!"</em><br /><em></em><br />This is a quote from the Newbie Chronicles in this months issue of Runners World. It made me laugh because I may not dream of all the things of which Newbie dreams but I am definitely a dream runner, and I have definitely dreamt of hamburgers on a run before!<br /><br />Dreamily,<br />Fat AThe Wilkinson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696092615196599613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-37708744351460866182010-01-20T14:17:00.002-06:002010-01-20T14:48:45.644-06:00I was on a roll...I went for a run around the huge pond in our neighborhood. 3 times around is 1.4 miles. It was my first run in 3 weeks and it kicked my butt! I made sure to play lots of "can't stay still" music on my iPod so that I could resist the urge to turn around and run home half way through. I was on a roll, I had just passed the 3.9 mile mark, when I see that my know-it-all, talks-too-much neighbor has shown up to walk his dog. I didn't even hesitate. I abandoned the pride that awaited me at the 4 mile mark to hide. I actually ran in between two houses to avoid what was sure to be a 45 minute conversation about something I could care less about. <br />More than likely I did run the .1 mile through alley's and streets parallel to the park trying to hide from Mr. Blah-blah-blah. But I'll never truly know.<br />I'll never know because I still haven't figured out what the heck the stick figures in the instructions are telling me to do to start my sportsband that tracks running distance!<br />But that is a whole 'nother issue...<br /><br />Still not hard core,<br />Fat AThe Wilkinson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696092615196599613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-63054445930971107412010-01-14T18:34:00.002-06:002010-01-14T18:34:53.191-06:00Today...2.5 miles... treadmill... American Idol... Sweaty... New Sports Bra... I like it.<br /><br />Sweaty,<br />Fat Bellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-82452475893168841152010-01-14T10:13:00.003-06:002010-01-14T10:22:04.946-06:00Long term goal...I want to be one of those runners who looks out the window, sees that it's pouring rain, and goes for the run anyway.<br />Hard Core.<br /><br />Determined,<br />Fat AThe Wilkinson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696092615196599613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-72194005293193971602010-01-12T16:16:00.002-06:002010-01-12T16:20:22.754-06:00Moving up...<span style="font-size:130%;">I am totally in the middle of moving my entire basement around to accomodate the treadmill. I had been running outside or at the gym with the kids, but I think I would be a lot more productive if I were watching TV while running. HAHA.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The actual running is going well, with the exception of continued pain in my left outer calf. I feel like I could keep running forever if it weren't for that stupid pain. I have decided to work some yoga into the program and stretching to see if that will help with that pain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">New shoes probably would be a good idea too.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I'm off to make some sweat. My goal is to run an entire mile without stopping tonight, with a half mile warm up and cool down. Wish me luck!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lovingly,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Fat B </span>ellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-2507254973835532852010-01-12T15:03:00.007-06:002010-01-14T09:04:15.435-06:00Its about time!<span style="font-family:arial;">Right before Thanksgiving I was so pumped to start running and blogging about it. I had daydreams of coming in from a long jog and sitting down pouring out inspirational quotes onto the keyboard for everyone to read. I live in an idyllic world that exists in my head. It helps me function in the real world. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Who in the heck chooses the weeks that include Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years to start such a challenge? Well I can only think of two of us...<br />The running has been splotchy at best on my end. But I did acquire an awesome Nike+ Sportsband for Christmas from my very supportive husband. It looks like this:<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425963473321200514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wnE5ia41Nd-uPl39l3zp9mjhOCRR9o9_eZqVXeg60qlLmMpTZ4D_PVvd9GlNC4mcJtUbvBNObszEleBkx2IPIkLEjRZJ2qg3v5WBrmsCTaMYV1l9R-nz6fppZEiJpl4PVSp-xA-o6Tw/s320/nikeplus.jpg" /> <p><span style="font-family:arial;">It tells you how far and fast you ran. It also keeps track of your heart rate and the calories burned during your workout. I am working on syncing it with my shoes. Its a whole scientific thing where you stick a chip that comes with the sportsband into your Nike shoes. Its so scientific I haven't managed to figure out how to do it yet. The stick figure people shown in the instructions seem to have no problems what-so-ever doing it. How can it be this hard for me? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Fat B and I are in the process of choosing where and when we are running our first 5k. Check back soon for the date of that. Keep checking in and join us on this journey. It is sure to be entertaining!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Signed, </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Fat A</span></p>The Wilkinson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00696092615196599613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-52056600015559494222009-11-25T14:17:00.003-06:002009-11-26T18:35:46.928-06:00Our Thanksgiving Turkey Trot<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">So we're off to a great start.<br /><br />We've decided to get in shape and run a 5K... or more...<br /><br />and it's Thanksgiving...</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwPB60hcu10O02X6b7Dkvzy4BsR9-FoEd0yqNVIeApJsDrRpC3hka7xrq7PRwjSK51WiYhbH3Dyfjgl1K7aP9JBlUfG-kBXcnE3nZGt98KHX6jT49OkCSH3TaW82rf2i9Hlwn5i_1yEw/s1600/26nov09+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408568479448761618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwPB60hcu10O02X6b7Dkvzy4BsR9-FoEd0yqNVIeApJsDrRpC3hka7xrq7PRwjSK51WiYhbH3Dyfjgl1K7aP9JBlUfG-kBXcnE3nZGt98KHX6jT49OkCSH3TaW82rf2i9Hlwn5i_1yEw/s400/26nov09+004.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">What a great time to begin an exercise program right?</span> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86kT8A5qLgutjfvbDRlqsd5_UYARf8zO5-7MnqrD8ghEG-bTmt36iG1Omj2q2vKOTbwfT0gK-3Z8DCDl50Sjb_hLAWPLpwRSMxqQMH6Us1d7kz3e3Nk2w_cTqEM3UpIBUTTQTlhmahVg/s1600/26nov09+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408568495752576642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86kT8A5qLgutjfvbDRlqsd5_UYARf8zO5-7MnqrD8ghEG-bTmt36iG1Omj2q2vKOTbwfT0gK-3Z8DCDl50Sjb_hLAWPLpwRSMxqQMH6Us1d7kz3e3Nk2w_cTqEM3UpIBUTTQTlhmahVg/s400/26nov09+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Our city always has a Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot 5K. While I would love to do this, it is $25 per person... and if you add up all the peeps in my family, this would be... um $175...<br /><br />So we decided to do our very own Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. </span></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WzLun-G9rKKQIShh9qSfQl0iCsmCmvLGEfEBwBIasgtxOHsVXoYx6pG8aNLYdkvISF2ZEvQCz9daFlw7QvqN_HuANrNAAf3g5eVOb6LlsQAFlqEQms7R3bRDN15VJM7hrOqta0wFZUk/s1600/26nov09+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408568484124271746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WzLun-G9rKKQIShh9qSfQl0iCsmCmvLGEfEBwBIasgtxOHsVXoYx6pG8aNLYdkvISF2ZEvQCz9daFlw7QvqN_HuANrNAAf3g5eVOb6LlsQAFlqEQms7R3bRDN15VJM7hrOqta0wFZUk/s400/26nov09+006.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">We got up early (relatively) today and walked/ran/whined/biked/limped etc. for our very own 5K. </span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h-0SCy0oJNA52wdpOh8z8OvdOmiI1pYV0XBLuizPBpXGPO_to34TSTCk1HxeF65NH60qucWovn65VrPWL0vHWrC_Hrku0PII_gNc5yGvmBPPz2fGlnBGMhWk5-YjAD-W9CcgdprcE6E/s1600/26nov09+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408568504963073634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h-0SCy0oJNA52wdpOh8z8OvdOmiI1pYV0XBLuizPBpXGPO_to34TSTCk1HxeF65NH60qucWovn65VrPWL0vHWrC_Hrku0PII_gNc5yGvmBPPz2fGlnBGMhWk5-YjAD-W9CcgdprcE6E/s400/26nov09+009.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yep. That's right. We did it.</span> </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On the first lap, the outside of my left calf was burning and cramping so much. I was thinking this was a huge, painful mistake.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think I just didn't stretch enough. Once we got warmed up, it was easy to keep going. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">We walked most of it. Jeff took off running initially with the boys, but his bad knee started hurting by the time he got to house #4 down the street. We fast paced walked the rest of the way. </span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Jeff and I jogged the last half of the last lap. It wasn't that bad. However, it was more like a bouncy walk. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">As we rounded the last lap around the neighborhood, several neighbors started cheering and clapping for us. It was hysterical. And really felt good.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">I took a few pictures of myself. It really reminded me of the movie "Yes, Man," and the exercise/photography class. Hehe. Enjoy the pics.</span></div><div></div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrr5LBGjbNQDsyepYCSkg_6Tuak_eszTl4LfSbLbGgC5nvcA0kpLSM5R3yl97YHUnh8RYYbdyPtOWNJ6BzBWcryLxgn9RQOJahG_AIxj0XiPNYhNEOGLDYV7RkPjp1QxD2tGFQqFzGoqk/s1600/26nov09+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408568516271121890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrr5LBGjbNQDsyepYCSkg_6Tuak_eszTl4LfSbLbGgC5nvcA0kpLSM5R3yl97YHUnh8RYYbdyPtOWNJ6BzBWcryLxgn9RQOJahG_AIxj0XiPNYhNEOGLDYV7RkPjp1QxD2tGFQqFzGoqk/s400/26nov09+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MKGWZoz7qYusW53L19SYE-r7XgURYUVwlJSvtnR35BXGpgkcpO11-DC-FNspevSjYj0jhCDeilhcKJGOq1i9riOsCD5gAYHVhX27OTJ6qju0m5BYDjxapNMeBGn62H3L2U6X1AUisH8/s1600/26nov09+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408571592871870258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MKGWZoz7qYusW53L19SYE-r7XgURYUVwlJSvtnR35BXGpgkcpO11-DC-FNspevSjYj0jhCDeilhcKJGOq1i9riOsCD5gAYHVhX27OTJ6qju0m5BYDjxapNMeBGn62H3L2U6X1AUisH8/s400/26nov09+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0OEBqr3NaBE8armRRSnTN4PB6CKKMDdvnCHtUDTJATNC6oBga8QYW1O3ElC5Sr9XWRRsvt-zLw0oL54cgkQubqDMSSNo4KnaXsaTeBct8Cpbu_NYElNCNhgBy6t361rHnbcZ_lfQbSw/s1600/26nov09+014.JPG"></a></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Sincerely,<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Fat B </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*(Fo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">r the life of me... I can't remember if I'm a fat A or fat B... )</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">**(Fat A keeps reminding me that A rhymes with her first initial and B rhymes with my first initial... but I digress)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">So what to do for tomorrow? Perhaps I'll get up with all the black Friday shoppers and run around WalMart? I somehow doubt it.</span></div></div></div></div></div>ellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139644177245979208.post-51499242951887182032009-11-25T13:47:00.001-06:002009-11-26T18:38:14.894-06:00From fat a** to 5K...<span style="font-size:130%;">We are just two average moms who have become great friends, despite the 700 miles between our homes. Between us, we have 9 children, ranging in age from 2 to 19. We both have husbands named Jeff. We both have children adopted from Ethiopia. The more we have gotten to know each other, the more common ground we found.<br /><br />On this common ground, we found a strong desire to reach fitness goals, and a complete inability to do so alone.<br /><br />We have decided to train for our very first 5K... with hopes of completing a half marathon. Next, we will attempt to conquer the free world... well, if you're dreaming, you might as well dream big. Right?<br /><br />So how did we get to this decision?<br /><br />We thought we'd share the text conversation to show how this idea evolved in about 12hours time...<br /><br />Fat A: "I want to sign up for a half marathon in like a year and train for it. Maybe it will give me some motivation."<br /><br />Fat B: "That sounds fun. I've always wanted to do that. Where ya gonna do that at?"<br /><br />Fat A: "Have no idea. Jeff can't run that distance on his knee and I probably won't do it if I don't have anyone to do it with."<br /><br />Fat B: "Awww I'd do it with you if I lived closer."<br /><br />Fat B: "We could train on our own and meet somewhere... preferably Kansas because it's flat there. Ha."<br /><br />Fat A: "I guess we could find one to do together next year and call each other on the phone during our work outs."<br /><br />Fat B: "We could video call each other while running... That would be fun. How about a half triathalon... that sounds fun."<br /><br />Fat A: "Yeah and we can start a blog about our adventure and make ourselves even more accountable."<br /><br />Fat A: "I'm being serious! Are you? Cuz a triathalon sounds scary. What if we just start with a marathon?"<br /><br />Fat B: "Wait. are you being serious?????"<br /><br />Fat A: "I really want to run a half marathon. I'm not joking."<br /><br />Fat B: "I'll do it if you do it... We should probably start with some 5K's though..."<br /><br />Fat B: "Seriously..."<br /><br />Fat A: "Are you really?"<br /><br />Fat B: "Yeah. Why not? My Jeff and I would both do it."<br /><br />Fat A: "Yeah 5Ks are good. But we have to eventually go to a half."<br /><br />Fat B: "How long will it take to get ready for a 5K?"<br /><br />Fat A: "At least a month or 2. I think you're underestimating my degree of laziness.We need to do it in the spring anyway for travel purposes..."<br /><br />Fat B: "I found a 5K in Blue Springs in April and a 10K in Kansas City in October. It raises money for Special Olympics and the 10K is for AIDS epidemic in Africa."<br /><br />Fat A: "Sounds great. What's the name of our blog gonna be?"<br /><br />Fat B: "What were they thinking?"<br /><br />Fat A: "From fat a** to 5K?"<br /><br />Fat A: "Running away from home?"<br /><br />Fat B: "Running at the mouth?"<br /><br />Fat A: "From Fat A's to 5K's..."<br /><br />Fat B: "That's it!"<br /><br />Fat A: "Do you think people will judge us because there's an insinuated bad name in our title?"<br /><br />Fat B: "I like it a lot. And to be honest... it's us. Not the fat a** part, well at least about you... but the honesty part."<br /><br />Fat A: "I think it would make an EXCELLENT book title."<br /><br />Fat B: "We'll be famous..."<br /><br />Fat A: "Our first post should be about all the food consumed during the creation of this blog and the plan behind its conception."<br /><br />Fat B: "Yes. Like the chili dogs and tater tots?"<br /><br />Fat A: "And the fried chicken, corn dogs, chips and dips... "<br /><br />Fat B: "I'm nervous..."<br /><br />Fat A: "Me too. It's real now that we've declared ourselves."<br /><br />Fat B: "I know..."<br /><br />Lovingly,<br />Fat A and Fat B</span>ellerbee eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04364989273476345714noreply@blogger.com1