Somehow, I got this brilliant idea, that during my 1 mile walk before my 1 hour aerobics class, I would exit the track, and go down 23 steps, then, up 23 steps, and continue walking the track. I did those God damned stairs 14 times. I somehow figured this would be easier than doing the machines, and just add to my walk. And, while it tired me at the time, it didn't bother me during the class too much. Today? I hurt. I hurt badly. And today? Step aerobics. More freaking steps! Funny thing, I found out yesterday a MAN use to teach the class on Thursdays. That just seems funny to me. C'mon girls!!!
I watched The Hills Have Eyes on DVD. Mind you CP was over so I need to re-watch it, he kept um, interrupting me. I had to pause it cus I knew when the disturbing stuff was coming up, and you don't want to be messing around with your fiance, while a girl is getting raped. Maybe you do....maybe it's your thing, but to me, yeck. Shuts me right down!! I think it wasn't as awful the second time, cus I was with a man, at home, with lights on, and I didn't have to go outside in the dark and think you locked your keys in the car and are stranded at midnight with Kat, your domestically challenged friend. I'll watch it again all the way thru and get back to you.
Kat invited me and my brother over for a cookout last weekend. So, she tells us it's gonna be fun, and she'll buy all the food, and drink. She lures me over with promises of chicken, and rum, for which I never saw any of btw. Firstly, I wanted some water out of her frig-i-dare door. It was broken.
She told me to "get some from the faucet, it's good".
She didn't have any ice. The ice maker is broken. I asked if she'd ever heard of an ice cube tray? She told me to have some pop, when I went to open it, she said
"I dunno if you want it though, it's warm."
So I had a baby sized evian water. I drink like a gallon of water a day mind you. And had to drink beer, I didn't really like (Molson) it was the only cold thing. So then she is gonna cook the corn, in a tiny pot that doesn't even cover 1/2 a cob of corn.
"We'll just have to flip it over, it's the only pot I have"
I said the middle isn't going to cook! She kept stating how she is not very domestic.
I told her she is domestically challenged. She needs a T-shirt. Eventually she found a bigger pot for the corn. Meanwhile my brother is trying to cook the burgers on the grill outside. And, it's taking forever. Cus....the propane ran out. Then Kat says she thought the corn was done, like, 5 times. And I finally asked if she took it off the stove.
"No. it's still boiling." She said.
Everything did however, turn out to be delicious! Then, she cleans and re-greases her cast iron skillet. Which.... seems domestic to me. And, me and Bubba showed Kat how to achieve good cleavage this weekend. That seems pretty domestic, right?
What I can't do, is I can't cook an egg to save my life. I can scramble them, but I can't boil them. I end up with eggs cooking outside the shell in the water, hard yolks, or half cooked yolks. I have to make a whole dozen to get 3-4 good eggs out of the batch. I don't know the secret. If I cook them right, then the shells don't come off well. I know their done by spinning them. I have an 'egg timer' but you know that stupid thing doesn't have any settings on it for a hard boiled egg. It's just a kitchen timer. Whey the fuck do they call it an egg timer?
I think everyone has something their really good at, and something their really bad at in the home. I think I'm excellent at time management, and multi tasking. But then again, I am a woman! It comes natural. I don't enjoy cooking. I do it, and I'm good at it, but it doesn't bring me happiness. Now, all this talk has made me crave meatloaf and mashed potatos, and corn. That's my comfort food. Plus, I think I have PMS. I always crave the cow at that time. Mostly, it makes me sick to think about. Weird. So, how are you domestically challenged?
And, can you believe it's June 29? Where the hell did June go?