Showing posts from March, 2017

Is it ok to scream in the gym?

Ah, what better way to end a day (or begin for that matter) than with a(nother) new pair of shoes.  I went to Payless last night to look at their lilac shoes for Spring but they didn't have my size.  They did though, have these beauties in my size.  And on fate.

Even Gnomie approved. 

Gnomie has been in hiding (in a jacket I haven't worn in a while) so he was excited to get outside last night but he certainly could have picked a better spot to play.

I went to the gym yesterday and the viewing....well....hmmm....pretty nice. There was a guy in spandex tights...tight spandex tights.  It is like an accident, you just can't stop yourself from looking.  I'm pretty sure that he knew that too which is why he had on his tight spandex tights.  Is it redundant to say tight and tights?  Who knows.  Good thing that he looked  pretty nice in those tight spandex tights or it might not have been such a pleasant way for me to spend my time on the bike.

So, I was on the spi…

When is early too early?

The things we do in the name of beauty (or is it just me?).I was up at 4:00 today.Yes, a.m.Out of the house at 4:50 – also in the a.m.Had a 15 minute walk to get to the nearest bus that was running. All to get to the hairdresser’s at 6:00 – yes, that is still in the a.m.You really have to trust your hairdresser to let her get the scissors going so early in the day. It was a pretty spooky walk to the bus and -20 with the wind so a chilly, spooky journey.Didn’t see a sole, a dog, cat or even a squirrel.I saw one car and one snow plow that was plowing the drive thru at Starbucks – priorities!
It started out as a much better walk than it was yesterday but as soon as I got off our street and onto the sidewalk on the main drag it was blocked with snow and I had to walk on the road.

What is it with people that they snowblow or plow their laneways and blow the snow onto the sidewalk?So rude!I have decided that should this happen again – and hopefully it won’t until next winter – I will be ringin…

I'm madder than a wet hen!

Madder than a wet hen. A thoughtfully complex metaphor describing someone who is raging mad. When hens are wet, they are mad. In fact, they are livid. Use this phrase to express the intensity of another's anger.

I wasn’t able to work off my mad at the gym and believe me I tried hard so I’m hoping I can write my mad away. I went to the gym, changed the channel on the TV close to the exercise bikes (no one else was anywhere nearby) to the news.Our news because the US news just gets my blood pressure up these days.I’m sure that there is a lot more happening in the world than Donald but no one seems to care enough to put it on the news…but I digress.

I get on my bike, put it to a sweaty fat burning workout.Wouldn’t it just be easier to burn the fat off?I am about 10 minutes in and a guy comes in, takes the remote that I put in the bike next to me because I didn’t have a place to put it, changes the channel to sports, gets on a bike and proceeds to bike and watch.I could feel myself getti…