Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Pilot's Dilemma

You are a South African bush pilot. You fly in some critical medical supplies, enjoy a quick lunch at the hospital. It's a stifling 100 degrees in the shade and you're eager to get back up to the cool, high blue yonder. On the way back to your plane, you discover that the only bit of shade, within 10 miles, has become very popular . . . You start calculating the distance to the plane door . and wonder . . .


"Do I feel lucky today?"

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Team Work

Have you seen these stories? Amazing...







A mouse rides on the back of a frog in floodwaters in the northern Indian city Lucknow June 30, 2006. REUTERS/Pawan Kumar (INDIA)

This baby hippo adopted this male giant tortise as her mother after her own was swept away in the tsunami. They eat, sleep, swim and snuggle together.

24Tease


I'm not sure if I'm just being prudish or if this is really an offensive concept. Strip tease aerobics... This first came out that I heard of a couple of years ago when Carmen Electra did these DVDs for MTV where she does a strip tease aerobic work out. I've never watched it but I know some girls who have tried it and they said it was really fun. I didn't think it was a good work out for me but if my friends wanted to try it out from the privacy of their own homes, more power to them. I recently joined a local gym and they are offering an aerobics class called 24Tease. This is the description they gave of it, "Jeff Costa, creator of Cardio Striptease introduces 24Tease, an electrifying 30-minute striptease aerobics workout exclusively at 24 Hour Fitness! 24Tease provides a safe environment for members to get in touch with their inner stripper, while taking off pounds, extra clothing and even some inhibitions to reveal a healthier body and stronger self-esteem. 24Tease is low-impact contemporary movement that makes you sweat and feel good." Take off pounds and EXTRA CLOTHING AND INHABITIONS?! I don't know about you guys but I don't really have any extra clothing on when I go to the gym. I thought that losing your inhabition is something you do at the bar, not at the gym. I get this mental picture of a dozen or so women bounding around in their underwear and my heart sinks. What is the world coming to where stripping is a glorified and emulated occupation? It just blows my mind. Maybe I'm no fun but I think sex should be a private affair and has no place at the gym. I know a lot of people are there to attract romantic prospects but it just seems wrong to me to be actually stripping in front of these people. Needless to say I will not be attending the class. I'm not sure if I have strong moral fiber or if I'm just being close minded and self-righteous but I can't bring myself to strip with a bunch of strangers.

Friday, July 07, 2006

The Dog Days of Summer


I love the summer time. Summer is by far my favorite season. When I was a little kid, we always made a BIG deal out of summer. I would go over to my grandma's house and play with all my cousins and the days would last forever. We use to put a sprinkler under the swing set or the trampoline and play all day. My mom was very accomodating of us kids and we had very few rules we had to follow. We could go through the day with lawless, reckless abandon and we had so much fun. There was a grocery store near our house that some of the older kids would go to to get treats but the younger kids couldn't because there was a very busy road we had to cross to get there. Me and my friend Brent got an entrepeneurial spirit and decided to start our own candy store in the front yard for the neighborhood kids. My mom would get up in the morning and take us over to the grocery store where we would stock up on all kinds of goodies, then we would come back and sell them to the other kids at a $.10 mark up. Our candy store was called Cheap Jeepers and we actually made quite a profit. It all got sunk back into the business though because as much candy as we could buy, those kids would eat. We ran out every day and the next day my mom would load us up in the car and help us do it all over again. In the evenings, we would play "night games" which consits of games like hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, ollie-ollie-over, capture-the-flag etc. We would stay out long after dark and my mom would have come walk around the neighborhood and call our names to find us but she never got mad. She'd just drag us home, throw us in the tub and into bed.


As an adult, I still love summer. There is no difference in my day to day routine between summer and winter because I still get up early, go to work, take care of the dog...but there's just something wonderful about the days getting so long. It makes it feel like there's more hours in the day and therefore, more time for fun. I stay up way too late all summer and Gabe and my brothers and I ride our bikes all around the town until 10 or 11 at night. I also love watching all the tourists that are here for their summer vacations. I go into the grocery store to get a weeks worth of food and there's always a gaggle of girls in there wearing nothing but bikinis and flipflops, buying booze and watermelon. Even though I have to go to work the next day, I get to live vicariously through them. I love to sit out on my porch all night and listen to the neighbors laughing and music. The babies on the beach are so cute when their diapers get weighed down by water and there little bums are poking out. I think even when I'm very old, I'll be a wrinkly, leathery bum, still sitting on the sand and people watching.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Wired...And Not in a Good Way

I am completely exhausted. I had to help my mom and dad move this week and we moved our office this week. All of this started Thursday afternoon. My family should be moved by tomorrow but I won't be done moving the office until Monday. I'm so tired that I can't even sleep. Do you know what I mean? I've expended so much energy the past couple of days that it feels like even unwinding and closing my eyes is too much for me. Hence the updating of my blog at 2am. And I'm not even done yet...