Billy Blanks or James Bond?

I have never really understood workout videos. Every time I try to do one I get bored and never do it again. Over the past couple days I think I have finally experienced what most experience with repeated viewings of windsor pilates or tai bo...mine, not surprisingly, could be called unconventional. It all started when I bought hand weights that wrap around your hand...then Erin started watching Casino Royale, which I am unapologetically obsessed with. AND THEN I started mimicking the fight scenes like an eight year old boy. An eight year old boy with women's hand weights. I have watched it once a day for the past three days. Of course after I realized I was more than distracting when someone is trying to actually watch the movie I decided it was probably more of a solo situation. Some might call it a sickness, I just call it better than a workout video. And just in case there is any confusion, James Bond could turn Billy Blanks (Tai Bo guy) into a cowering little girl.

Now that's a tantrum I can get behind...

Last night I had agreed to babysit some of the cutest girls in the world....before I knew when KU played. I will admit that I am not the hugest sports fan, but I have a soft spot for KU basketball. Anyway as you can imagine I was disappointed because I knew the last thing 3 little girls wanted to watch was a game...I knew that until I got out of the car and was instantly told
"TIP OFF IS AT 6:05, WE HAVE 1 HOUR TO PLAY!!!!"Not only did they know when tip off was they knew all the players, the littlest one kept calling Mario Chalmers by his full name minus the Rs. I almost peed my pants. Then the game was over and the middle one had fallen asleep, when the oldest woke her up and told her they lost she threw a fit of monumental proportions. There was screaming, tears, and many threats by her to call her mom. Because her mom was going to know how to fix this. She was especially mad when she realized her bracket was screwed. It was like hanging out with friends with the exception of the tantrum and the request the youngest gave me to ask her if she pooped regularly. Best babysitting award for sure.

Proof that I NEED Fashion...

I have been once again forced to evaluate myself. I have been on spring break for the past week, and while hanging out with my sister has been a lot of fun, most of my thought life has been spent wondering why I feel like I am being lazy. Could it be that once you are used to working long hours with little time off a week off seems like an eternity with nothing to do? Possibly, but I really thought I would enjoy having nothing to do a lot more than I have been. If anything it has made me depressed. Of course it could be the fact that the sun has been playing games with my heart, and I am someone who is very affected by weather. OR could it be that I have finally found what I love doing and the absence of it makes me incredibly sad. I would like to his it is the latter of the three. Any way you spin it the week that is supposed to be a bikini clad week spent carrying on has been nothing more than a week spent wandering to what felt like nowhere, still wearing the bikini though. It is spring break after all. I did finally find the sunglasses I have been looking for everywhere. Vintage ray bans. I know you all think I have lost it, but trust me they are coming back.
On a totally different note I am very grateful for all my friends that decided 24 was worthy of a kick in the pants and helped me wave it goodbye. I would give you my flikr link, but my computer has been doing some hard drugs and won't let me access yahoo because apparently yahoo is way worse than the rock it's been doing. Just more proof that drugs are bad.

Pulling muscles...

apparently it is my thing.

a couple of weeks ago I pulled a muscle in my arm while playing air hockey. Of course flinging my body halfway across the table to make a shot didn't help, I won though. (Below is the really cool outfit I was wearing when all the body flinging occured, I know HOT.) This monday I did a lot of working out and my hamstring decided to reject my workout. Whatever.

In other news I found out my dad was the hamburgalar in the St. Patricks day before I was born. He kicked Ronald McDonald. All I could think about when I heard this was why is this the first time I am hearing about this.