A rerun from our Queen tour a couple of years ago…
Val and I wanted to show you a typical day in the life of a Queen. It’s not always about crowns and red convertibles. Sometimes we have to participate in the same activities as you commoners. We do however feel compelled to wear our crowns whenever possible. We are Queens..and Queens have to do what Queens have to do.
Gus wanted to show off his royal family to friends attending one of the Ontario Senior Center’s exercise classes. Gus is working out behind Queen Lav.
In this photo you can see others in the class looking at us. We tried not to be too much of a distraction, but of course that proved to be impossible.
We really worked up a sweat during the facial exercises. If you do these, be sure and follow-up with some facial stretches. Otherwise, your face might lock up in a strange expression. We have seen it happen to others and it’s not pretty.
Queen Lav and I were in the alcove adjacent to the gym when I was reminded of a story. I was visiting my parents back in ’95, when one day they asked if I would go to the senior center and exercise with them. When we pulled up in front, Gus asked Mom if she was going to tell me about her “situation.” She looked down as if ashamed. She told me she had gotten into trouble for talking too much. Rose, who led the classes, made Mom exercise in the little alcove. Of course like any other kid, Mom swore it was not her fault. The lady standing next to her was the one who started the annoyance. It was a proud moment for me as I watched my mother walk over and pick up her exercise stick. With her head held high, she marched over to the alcove where she enjoyed a strenuous workout.
I snapped this pic of Gus, Queen Lav, and Kip with our fabulous instructor, Priscilla. Kip brought the doggie poop bags, which he carries in a little holder hanging on his belt. Thankfully none were needed.
After our workout, we attended a reception held in our honor, at the Ontario Bakery. They have wonderful danish pastries. I recommend the cherry roll…or maybe the bear claw..the cheese danish was to die for.
Dining under the stars the night before.
We had cheeseburgers for lunch at Andy’s before taking Queen Lav to the airport. It was a tearful goodbye. It was made even more poignant by the courage Queen Lav displayed upon discovering a very prominent piece of her crown had broken off during the exercise class.
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Later that evening, Gus treated Kip and me to a steak dinner at the Legion Club. It was a very enjoyable evening complete with peach pie and karaoke. I resisted singing one of my hit tunes, “Big Girl’s Don’t Cry,” by the Four Seasons. Kip suggested it might prematurely empty the club.
So..It was a typical day in the lives of two Queen’s doing their Queenly duties. It’s a small sacrifice to occasionally mingle with people whose lives aren’t otherwise very glamorous, you know. Oh… It appears that Queen E was lurking around as well.
“If I hadn’t seen it all with my own four eyes, I wouldn’t have believed this story ever happened!” …Queen E.
Those 70ish Girls 
Reblogged this on Murdo Girl and commented:
rerun of a Queen tour Queen Lav and I made a couple of years ago…
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Not to mention her choice of headgear?
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I’m glad we cleared that up (rope burns.) We must stretch our brains before we google.
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We commoners have tiaras, too, you know, but we know enough to take them off during exercise class. You royals are so out of the know. Would you like a bit of private instruction concerning how to hobnob with the hoi polloi?
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You tell em Judy. And we want pictures too!!
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Do I detect a revolution of the commoners? Can Murdo Girl survive a questioning of her authority???
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I wouldn’t revolt against MG. She knows how to give snake bites. They hurt.
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I think there must be a different connotation of snake bite that I don’t understand. Is this like an Indian rope burn?
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Oh Judy, you don’t know because you don’t have a brother. Billy would grab my arm with both hands placed close together, then twist my skin in opposite directions. It hurt like crazy, but left no telling marks. He also pinched my toes..yeouzer! I have overcome the trauma by crowning myself. I know commoners wear tiaras, but crowns? For the record..I have never considered you a commoner Judy.
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Yes… that’s exactly what we called an Indian rope burn. I thought perhaps that was so.. You were speaking south of the highway Murdo dialect, I was speaking north of the highway!!!!
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I’m just grateful I wasn’t there! You ladies kept the pace going fast and furious! Never a dull day in the life of the Royals!
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We were good huh?
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Ya. Go door to door.
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Yes. Clucking and cheer leading💤
We could sell cookie dough for fundraising.
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I like it! Cookie dough it is!
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Love it!
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What a charming story and pictures. Funny stuff. Made me laugh. If there weren’t others sitting in their chairs I would have thought MG was out of breath and Lav was sleeping instead of doing facial exercises.
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Oh yeah 07, it was all legit. Lav really fell down and broke her crown too! Maybe it was insured..
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Crown not insured. Deductible was too much, just too much.
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Well then Pico will have to plan another fundraiser event. What haven’t we done?
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I hope not “all came tumbling after…”. Got to have a crown. I’m only good with wood. That wouldn’t do. Funny story. Thanks. It was nice seeing you and Lav among us commoners. Makes you both more real.
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I agree. I tried to nap during exercise class but the instructor woke me up.
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You mean when she was clucking like a witch?
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Now that’s funny. Hilarious!
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You were just waiting for the Zumba instructor to show up.
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I am overwhelmed and speechless and laughed my crown off over this one! You outdid yourself with this great piece of Journalism detailing a day in a queen’s life. BUT the most wonderful part of this was the MOVING action pictures of exercise class with the seniors – which we will be some day. How are you able to write so beautifully!? The dog, Patty, looks adorable! (PS. Kip gave good karaoke advice.)
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Yes..one day we will be Seniors. I hope we have enough time to get in shape! That workout was brutal!!
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Yeah-
Brutal— my eyes are still rolling.
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hahahahaha!
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Well, right now I consider myself a junior senior, or a senior in waiting. Do I still get the discount?
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