Fitness Woes

So. I've started this new fitness routine because I've decided I'm tired of not being able to breath...no I havn't quit smoking... come on, one thing at a time people. Anyways. I'm doing the cardio step thing... which I LOVE. It's almost like dancing. Seems to be going well so far. To give myself a little boost, I borrowed this AB Rocker from a friend of mine. I'm supposed to be an engineer in training, but I'll be damned if I can figure out how the god damned thing works. Drew and I sort of worked out this horribly uncomfortable position that makes your back scream in pain... but works your ab's great! I think I'll take it back tomorrow. Sit-ups are way easier than trying to use that stupid thing. The things that people will waste money on to be fit is unbelievable.

Sunday

I haven't decided whether Sunday in my most or least favourite day of the week. On one hand, it's quieter than any other day (except for those annoying church bells). Most of the stores are closed meaning I don't have any errands to run. It's generally a lazy day for doing nothing. On the other hand, it's the day before going back to work. This is the thought that runs through my head all day and completely ruins my Sunday. I have a hard time enjoying the day because all I can think about is work. This is depressing. There must be a solution. I know! I will call in sick on Monday! Then Monday will be the day before I have to go to work, instead of Sunday! Genious.

P.S. Why is a sundae called a sundae? And why is it spelled like that? Are we supposed to eat them only on Sunday? Hmmmmm........

Crazy Morning People

Are you one of those people who jumps out of bed and goes ninty miles an hour immediately after putting your feet on the floor? If so, I hate you. I need at least an hour of quiet. This means no radio, no talking, no decision making. Don't ask me a question in the morning... because no matter what it is, the answer will most assuradly be no. Don't get me wrong, I like mornings, no i LOVE mornings... I just like them quiet. So. Note to you. If it's before 10am, DON"T BUG ME!

P.S. I drink double double... this will make the transition from quiet-morning-Julie to social-afternon-Julie much easier.

Dinner

Do you ever get tired of thinking up things to cook for dinner? I mean... there's only so many options (unless you're a chef with an unlimited budget). It just seems that we eat the same things over and over. Meat and potatoes... pasta... fish and rice... blah blah blah. I want some one to write a book with a meal plan for an entire year so I'll never have to plan dinner again. I could just come home and cook it. If you have heard of such a book, by all means, pass it on.

Overextension.

Why is it that our muscles never hurt while we are overextending them? Wouldn't it be much simpiler to have the warning that we are doing damage to our muscles rather than being in agony the next day? Wouldn't it be nice if your back said "Excuse me, but I beleive you should stop doing that now." As opposed to the way it screams at you in the morning... "Why would you lift all of that heavy shit? Now you are in pain because you are too stupid to live!" Although... in hindsight... I guess I should have known that there would be some consequence to painting and masking the factory floor for 8 hours... maybe I AM to stupid to live!

Doug said I had to.

Aparently an msn blog is not a real blog and does not count in the world of Doug (my road raging, rally racing, brother in-law to-be). So. Here I am. I confess, I've never had a blog before... Don't want to look like a wanker, so I'll keep my first one short. Think of it as a test run. Check 1, 2. Is this thing on? Can you hear me now?

I don't even have a tag line. Do I need a tag line? The only thing that comes to mind is "keep your stick on the ice." However, that would be cheating as I am not Red Green. I could never pass for him either, he's much more creative with duct tape than I could ever be.

Cheers. (I know... not very original... sigh... I'll work on it, I promise!)