Because my dad will dig this

Star Trek Cribs!

On the other hand...

I don't think a 21-year old would feel quite as sore as I do today after taking said Fit Test.


(Just don't tell anybody. Especially Thiery!)

Strong Like Bull...

So today I was dreading taking a Fit Test, which is this test that the gym sells to measure your physiological age. I've been stressed about taking the test (we're all obliged to do so so that we know what we're selling the members) since I'm like 40 pounds overweight. My body image has been hurting, you know?

But as it turns out, when I took the test, with regards to my strength and endurance and flexbility, all those factors were measured at....are you ready for this?

I apparently have the body of a 21 year old. Ten years younger than my chronological age y'all.

And I would have had even younger, except for the only factor that threw me off was my waist circumference, which they calculated at (gulp!) 50 years old. All the rest of the factors were at 15 years old.

The only person with a better difference between the physical and chronological age was the head trainer, and that guy is a BEAST. Imagine what I could be if I actually started to exercise regularly and eat carefully again! Therre was a time that my body looked like the picture. Seriously. That was last summer, and thirty pounds ago. I miss those days. So I'm going to take my spectacular, youthful body home and feed it a nice dinner and then get some sleep.

(Heh heh. Best of all, I beat Thiery. Haw haw HAH!)

Yeah, I said it...

I don't normally get political on this blog, but I just had to direct your attention to this.

Bill's right, it is heartrending.

How I'm livin

(Insert clever and pithy punchline about the state of my life here.)

I love my bed so much...

I'm thinking of giving it a name. I mean, we've got a relationshiop here. But it has to be a good name that means something. I think I'll research some lovely latin or greek-based name that means lethe or forgetfulness or nirvana or something.

All I came up with was Visa. Because it's everywhere you want to be. And also, because I can't help but feel that sooner or later I'm going to have to pay for all the time I've been spending in it.

(Also, my neck really hurts because I did a stage combat class tonight. I will definitely be putting a heating pad on it. Owee.)

A Mini Break

Things are a bit of a downer these days, there's just such a lot of crappy things happening all at once, and right now it's taking all of my energy to just put one foot in front of the other and keep going, so that's what I'm going to focus on for the next little while. I'm just having a wee bit of a setback, you know, the two steps forward, one step back kind of thing. But hey, I'll bounce back, I come from a long line of survivors.

Oh, and beloved Bill has made me realize something I should post: The housewarming is put on hold, no you haven't missed it.

Signing off for now. Maybe I'll feel better soon and write next week, but let's not put any promises out there that I may not keep. You know what they said about the best laid plans of mice and men...(actually, I'm reading that right now. I like it.)

Ciao 4 now.

Meh.

I'm very sad right now.

Pimpin' Ain't Easy...

I'm sure y'all remember that show "Pimp My Ride" which was a really ridiculous concept when you think about it. I'm all for helping people to have safe and reliable transportation, but stuff like popcorn makers, cappucino machine, DVD players and the like in your car is just ridiculous. No one needs to have their car tricked out like that. If you're going to invest money in extra luxuries, don't put it on a car which will only distract you from your driving or assure that your car gets jacked.

But Darlings, I have taken pimping to the next level. Pimpin' ain't easy, it's true, but this has been among the most worthy investments I have ever made in my life. I'm talking about pimping your bed. Now before you all start getting the wrong idea and think I'm going to change my name to Slickback or something, hear me out.

Thanks to Stephanie, I have just inherited the most comfortable bed of my life, this wonderful queen-sized orthopedic mattress and boxspring. I had gotten an awesome duvet and sheet set with a high thread count as a wedding gift, and so it was as comfortable a sleeping experience as I have ever had. But last night, I bought this gel-filled mattress cover and new pillowcases. Dy-no-mite! It has never been so hard to get out of bed as it was this morning.

If you aren't gellin' right about now, you gotta get on it. As Angela so wisely pointed out to me, you spend about a third of your life in bed, so make it count.


And speaking about pimpin...
This is a very peculiar clip, but if I tell you more, I'll spoil it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-feLDOpJfYg

I've sniggered over this one ever since I saw it yesterday.

Days later...

I'm still giggling madly about l'il Danny Radcliffe on Extras. I mean, at weird, random moments of the day whenever I think back to it. It has even happened in public, in spite of myself.

Hee! Hee! Hee! Bwah-hah-ha! Kyah! Kyah! Kyah! (which is, in case you didn't know, the West Indian rendition of hyuk! yuk! hyuk!)

Hey Mom! If you're reading this, I used my Naparima Girls cookbook last night!