next up-aquasize

this week i've tried 2 new things. 2 things that have kicked my butt. in a good way.

at work, my boss gave one of my co-workers a bunch of free 7 day passes to the ritzy gym here in town that she got from our company. sara has been made the fake health coordinator. we've decided to make the most of our free days at the posh place, so sara has it mapped out for us. monday, i tried my hand, or my legs really, at spinning. i think my favorite part was the fact that they turned the lights off so you couldn't see yourself in all the mirrors. my most unfavorite part was the i-want-to-kill-myself-instead-of-cycling repetitive techno crap. the other plus to spinning is that no one has any idea what resistance you are on, thereby making you feel just as cool as the girl who is sweating buckets.

tonight was supposed to be some kind of toning crap. we figured it'd be something with weights. it was that. and a freaking step. i've never done step and truth be told, i have some gym anxiety. i know i must have loooked a bit retarded, but i do believe i got the hang of it the last 20 minutes.

thing that i'm most proud of -not falling off the step

4:40 am

I woke up to the sound of my front door shutting. Next I saw a light go on. Whoever was in my house was being very quiet and stepping very lightly. Since I had no idea who it was, I kept my eyes shut. Either it was someone breaking in to snatch me, or it was John. I was hoping and guessing it was John for several reasons.
1-because I like him more than intruders.
2-an intruder wouldn't have my house key. If they were going to snatch me they would just go through my open screens.

Turns out it was John. They got back in Utah at 1:30 in the morning and he drove straight up. Pretty much the only thing that I would want to be awake for that early.

Also cool that it wasn't anyone breaking in to snatch me.
Welcome home Juan.

Nifty.

this is wordle. you type in your blog address and it makes a word collage of your post words. it shows you all the random crap you write about. who knew.

A few numbers

# of times my rearview mirror in my car fell off and into my lap while applying lipstick: just 1
# of seasons of tv shows watched:
friends-2
will and grace-3.3
office-1
wipeout-1
# of hours wasted on previous listed seasons: uh. . . you do the math
# of times I have turned on my a\c in the last month: probably 3.2
# of semi-awkward, but very nice, massages given by billy, the new masseuse, at my salon: 1
# of moments I was worried about getting a mark on my face from the kneeling massage chair: 4
# of days til juan comes home: 3.5
# of awkward social situations where I have to explain where juan is: 7.2
# of fake laughs given to shoddy jokes about the army and what I do with my time while he's gone: upwards of 30

# of hours spent blog lurking, jumping pages and the lot: more than 1, less than a million

two years ago