Nashville Is Out of Gas

When a Man Needs a Woman

For the past two nights I have been incognito on the dinner front leaving DH on his own.

This is what he made:
Penne pasta (good start...)

with

Four Cheese Marinara (sounds yummy...)

with

Parmesan Cheese (he loves cheese...)

with

Cheddar Cheese (starting to lose me but still not too bad...)

with

Frankfurters (and gone.)

Only a boy would think, "Hmmm, I know what would really make this meal, these little frankfurters!".

Russia

If any of you missed the opening skit for SNL, please see above. Sooo sooo funny. My favorite line was where Palin says, "I can see Russia from my house". Hilar!

The Facts of Life

This past Wednesday I was faced with an undeniable fact that I need to come to terms with.

If it came down to food or me, my DH would definitely choose food.

Of course, I always knew that he loved food. I make dinner for a family of four because making dinner for two, well, that just won't suffice.

Except, as we were walking around a huge crowd of strangers at an event for Prevent Child Abuse TN, I almost lost him.

To the cocktail waiter with the chicken pastry.

Except, that my husband is so tall you can't really lose him.

Let's just hope that we never get stranded in the desert.

Penn Badgley and John Mayer - Identical Cousins

The poll has been closed for a while but I thought I should post the results.

In what can only be described as a landmark win for those of us that think the two look oddly alike, but not quite identical twins, a whopping 62% agreed that they did look similiar. A further 2% of the 8 people who responded to this poll thought that they "definitely" looked alike.

1% had no idea who the two men are.

Next up: The Story of The Two Loves of Your Life.

All I Have To Say

If any of you have not read Atlas Shrugged, than I suggest you get on that.

Spin Class - Not For the Faint of Heart

Last week I went to a class at the YMCA. I called beforehand to see what the class was because it's called "cycle cross". I got the cycle part and could infer the cross part but wanted to make sure.

Well, the lady just said it was a spin class. So I thought, alright, I'll give it a go.

I showed up and had to be directed to it because it was in some convoluted location in a hallway off of the gym.

What I saw before my eyes was not right.

It was a small room lit entirely with black lights and painted in all black and neon colors to really give it a nice glow.*

Maybe they should name the class "psychedelic trip you out spin".

That's not even the worst part, that part was actually kind of fun. I had on a white t-shirt so I was glowing. It feels good to glow every once in a while.

Anywho, I soon realized I was in the spin class from hell.

The class starts out with spinning, then you run upstairs to the roof, run around a small track, sprint around the small track, do some crazy ab workout on a balance ball, push ups, squats for two minutes straight, run and sprint some more, more crazy abs, side abs, push ups and then squats for 3 straight minutes.

THEN, you run back downstairs and spin some more.

THEN, you run up and down the stairs for 8 minutes.

THEN, you spin some more!

Now I know why no one told me what the class was.

I'm going back tonight.


*After doing some follow-up research, apparently, a lot of spin classes are lit by black lights. I had just never been to one that was lit with black lights.