My shirt is sticking to me. That’s how I know I really kicked ass at the gym today. A long time ago, when I was stationed in Montana, my friend Janis sweated on her cross trainer beside me and asked me, “How can you call it working out if you’re not sweating? Kick it up girl.” Ah, Jan… She was a one girl powerhouse of energy. She was the only girl on her flight her carried an M-60 that was taller than she was. I wonder where she’s at these days… Anyway, she was my workout inspiration today. Well, that and my MP3 player. Just as I was finishing my workout, Jamiroquai's "Canned Heat" came on, so I looked around the locker room, amde sure it was empty and busted out my
Napoleon Dynamite moves. I love that song...
Turn out that earthquake I mentioned was nothing big. *whew* I struck very close to my home town Port Orford. Luckily it didn’t do much damage.
Tim and I are heading off to go camping on Friday. I just bought us our first tent. We put it up wrong first, then, we read the directions and put it up the right way. Never make the mistake of assuming that you are smarter than your camping equipment. Eddie Bauer will prove you wrong every time.
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The earthquake didn't do any damage in Port Orford, but my mom said they had a tsunami warning. The sirens were going and the fire department was driving through town yelling at every one to get to high ground. my mom and john tried to go up cedar terrace to go to Margaret’s but there was a traffic jam (in port orford!!) anyway, sounds like it was quite a scary experience.
In other news, my sis is in Serbia with her Serbian boyfriend. We’re thinking jasper needs a Greek girlfriend and we'll have the whole eastern med. covered.
haha, that is so true... :) Dang, i should have married more internationally... Well, I guess Tim and I have the Irish-American and the English-American covered. That's not very continental though.
(i can't believe there was a traffic jam in PORT ORFORD.... I'm glad everyone is okay...)
I hope the two of you have a lovely weekend. Stay safe, you might be eaten by wild lions.
we're home our tent broke. i'm drafting a letter to Mr. Eddie Bauer.
"hey dumb-ass,
You sold me a shitty tent...I hate you.
sincerely,
~erin"
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