I tried to get my butt in gear....

We had no door bell ringing at our house. So either the not turning on any lights for two hours worked or no one was trick or treating around here because of the secret hours. Basil Bea was quiet for most of the night, her only barking fest taking place when I let her outside at four. She really doesn't light our neighbor in his own backyard. I usually have to physically go get her when he's out there. She then runs into the house with her tail between her legs because she knows she's a bad puppy dog.

So, Halloween is over. And I have no candy to eat, which might be a good thing. I am currently dressed to go to the gym, I have just yet to actually go.

I really ought to go to the gym more. When we lived in the dirt hole, I went at least three days a week to the gym. I always felt better after I went. It was easier to get to the gym in the dirt hole because it was just a few blocks away. I could walk to it. I usually did, till the summer and then I drove and felt silly.

Since arriving here, going to the gym has been a hard habit to pick up. I usually go one or twice in a week, then don't go for a few days and then I just stop going all together. I also don't like the gym here too much, as there is no nice, quiet place to stretch and do crunches. The dirt hole gym had nice quiet places for stretching out of the main area. This gym just seems to be all main area. Everything is located in a central area. There is no hiding. Personally, I like hiding. I spent at least an hour hiding in the gym in the dirt hole doing weights, stretches and crunches. Usually all alone by myself. Sometimes there were people in the area I used, but mostly it was just me. The area where the mats are here are out in the open and I hate using them. I don't like people watching me stretch if I am honest with myself. That was the issue I had with yoga classes. It was okay when it was just me, the teacher and R, but when other people started showing up (and R stopped), I stopped going. I told myself it was to save the 4 bucks the class cost, but that was a lie. I just hated being in the room with all those people who could see me stretch. I am lame, I know.

But, I am dressed to go to the gym. I should find my gym ID and just buck up and go. Also, the morning rush should be winding down now, so it won't be crowded. I hate crowded gyms (another reason I loved the dirt hole gym....it was never crowded).

Man, I am hard to please.

Couch Launching

Last year's Superbowl, our friend A lunched himself off our couch at the end of the game as the Patriots lost. I have never seen a man launch himself off a couch such as A did that evening a year ago. I was really happy the Patriots lost, as I hate them for some unknown reason. I would have more than likely have launched myself along with A off the couch if I had known A better, but I had only met him a few weeks before and had yet to allow him to see me do stupid things.

This year, no one launched themselves off the couch, as in reality, none of us truly cared about either team that was playing. The only thing launched was Basil Dog, who launched herself on the couch at R once she re-entered the house after the game.

The Superbowl was a let down for many reasons. There were not a great deal of great plays. There were also a clear lack of really good commercials. My favorite one was the Millier High Life commercial, which was less than a second long and had the High Life guy just yelling HIGH LIFE! Earlier in the day, we had seen a commerical for Miller High Life, with the guy figuring out how much a second of air time duirng the Superbowl would cost and he could get his point across in a second. He did. He rules. If I drank beer, I'd drink Miller just for that one second commerical. The 3-D commericals were lost on us in the dirt hole, due to the fact I never saw the display that was supposed to be selling the glasses (or giving them away?) here in Dirt Hole central. No one else I was with had any idea what I was talking about with the 3-D commerical and glasses. No one believed me because there was a clear lack of red and blue swiggle lines all over the place.

When the Superbowl ended, that was all it did: end. I came home, gave Basil Dog water and cut my husband's hair and then we went to bed. I then had a dream that I had tickets to London, but was worried they wouldn't let me go because my passport had the wrong name on it. Evelyn called to have wine when I got to London and I freaked out and could not fit everything in my suitcases. I woke up before I reached customs.