Already Addicted

Here's a picture of me with it. or not. awesome.

My friend Claudia let me borrow her Bodybugg from 24 hour fitness. It's a little plastic monitoring device on a velcro strap. You put it on your arm and it magically measures the calories you burn and the steps you take. It comes with this great software that will help you calculate precisely how many calories you burn versus how many you take in.

It is soooooo great. I am constantly downloading the information to see how I'm doing. It totally appeals to the OCD part of me. By the end of the weekend I will know exactly how many steps it takes to get from the fridge to the couch. AWESOME! I love it so much. I don't think I can give it back!!

Claudia, just try and yank it out of my cold dead hand!!!

You Have To Try To Be That Bad

So, I won't be going back to the Starbucks at Civic Center and Lake Mead. Totally retarculous. Even though I was the only person in line, it took about 45 minutes to make 7 drinks. Did I mention I was over an hour late to work? Awesome.

Here's the deal. They messed up two: using 2% rather than NF milk and spilling one after she picked it up by the lid. Then, they put paper stickers on the cups which melted and fell into the drinks when they simultaneously and immediately fell over in the big box they were served in.

Big box?? Oh yeah, they were out of drink holders and gave me a box with juuuuust enough room for all the drinks to fall over at once. Again, awesome. Oh yeah, keep in mind that the surliness level of the "I'm a political science major" baristas was also awesome.

So, you might be wondering what kind of a discount or coupons I received from the manager for this display of retarculouness in aspects of this fustercluck. But, you'd be wrong. Oh no, I got a less than sincere apology and a little eye roll.

Here's what kills me. When I walk into that Starbucks it always seems to be a problem when you order more than one drink. If I were ever going to go back, I'd order a steak. tee hee

Thanks for reading the rant! I feel better already....aaahhhhh.

Wiggum Wisdumb

Homer: There's your giraffe, little girl.
Ralph Wiggum: I'm a boy.
Homer: That's the spirit. Never give up.

So Bad it Hurts

So, I'm watching the "So You Think You Can Dance" auditions and I have to wonder if some of these people are serious. Did someone actually tell you that you dance well?? Really? If so, they were lying to you, sweetie. :(

I wish I were on the panel so that I could tell some people the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...you get the point. It's a rough job, but I'm just the kind of by-atch to do it. Producers, I'm available and I'll work for free!!

Sit this one out

Tomorrow is weigh in day at Weight Watchers. Even though I got my first fuzzy star last week for losing 15 pounds, I'll be skipping ye ol' weight in tomorrow. Fat camp will be ...wait for it... retarculous tomorrow. My new goal is to get my next fuzzy star by the end of June. Feel free to share positive comments. Thanks, guys!