I'm sick.
Blech.
A few weeks back I had that weird stomach thingy that lasted a few days. Now it's a full on head cold and I'm phlegmy and coughy and sniffly and overall exuding zero sex appeal. My job requires that I'm in and out of physician's offices and hospitals all day, so I'm sure I brought home this current illness from work. I'm one of those people that does not believe in taking cold remedies and instead I resort to all natural means of relieving cold symptoms such as hot drinks, chicken soup, and Vitamin C. My mom recommends spiking my tea with some whiskey. My grandmother recommends rubbing my chest down with the oh so aromatic Vick's Vapo-Rub. Everyone seems to have some sort of recommendation that they swear works to ward off the evil symptoms associated with the common cold.
So what steps do you take to rid yourself of being sick? Drugs? Herbs? Nasty smelling rubs? I'm open to suggestions.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Built In Baby Sitter
Most people are astonished at the size of Simon. I don't really notice anymore how massive he is because I'm around him so much. I often get the question, "What if you have kids? Are you nervous that Simon might trample them?" Although Simon can and will trample you if he really wants to, he seems to be really good with how he throws his weight around. Simon wrestles with Brian but tip-toes around the cats. After seeing this video, I'm thinking that Simon is going to be a God send when it's time to entertain any future babers.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Your Tractor IS Sexy!
Brian and I originally met in the fall of 1997 at the University of New Hampshire. It was my sophomore year and his freshman year and we resided in the same dormitory and down the hall from one another. I remember the first time I noticed him. Our Resident Assistant held a floor meeting in the dormitory lounge and that's when I spotted him. I'll admit it, I was on the lookout for the hot boys in the building, so I was feverishly scanning the room for potential semester hookups- my roommate Ashley spotted a young cutey named Nick who was standing over to our right. Nick sported a labret piercing, thick black glasses, and jean overalls. Definitely cute, but not particularly my type.
I looked to the other side of the room where another group of strapping young boys were gathered and that's when I found him standing against the door frame, 6 feet tall, and with the most adorable baby face I'd ever seen. I was immediately attracted to him before I even knew what his name was.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, or if I initiated it, but Brian and I became friends. My roommates Ashley, Kelli, and I all became friends with the "boys down the hall," including Brian. It was an amazing and extremely fun semester. We partied non-stop and I'm pretty sure that out of all of my semesters at UNH, I did the most partying this one particular semester. We had so much fun I ended up on academic probation (ouch) and Brian and his roommates were asked to leave the University (double ouch) on a permanent basis.
But did I mention it was really, really fun?
I wouldn't say that Brian and I necessarily dated that semester. We did have a few drunken make out sessions, but that was the extent of our romantic relationship. I returned to UNH for the second semester of my sophomore year and got my act together. It was sad to see three new boys living in Brian's old dorm room. I was sad that he was gone, but I was 20 years old at this point and the fraternity house ATO was directly across the street. Needless to say I didn't stay sad for long and my second semester of my sophomore year was also really, really fun - Details of which I cannot share.....but trust me, it was really, really, REALLY fun.
Ashley can vouch for that ;)
Regardless of how fun my time at UNH was, or how many boys I dated, I never forgot about Brian - the boy that lived down the hall.
Fast forward to Sunday September 24, 2006. A good friend of mine convinced me to join this fairly new social networking site called MySpace. Upon joining, setting up my profile, and uploading my picture I remember thinking to myself, "who should I look for on this thing?"
I was able to recall Brian's first and last name, so I typed it in, and there he was. His picture was staring back at me and it was the face I remembered - adorable baby face, except now, he was wearing glasses. I sent him a message that started with, "I don't know if you remember me, but I lived down the hall from you your freshman year...." Within minutes he responded, "Of course I remember you!" We sent a few messages back and forth with the typical small talk stuff - Where do you live? What have you been up to? We should grab a drink sometime. I was astonished at how quickly I had reconnected with someone from my past considering I JUST joined. We exchanged numbers. I had no clue that this would lead me to the man that I'm going to marry.
He called me the next morning at 10:00 am. I remembered thinking to myself, "Wow, eager beaver," but I was single and ready to mingle so I figured what the hell.
"What does your week look like?" Brian asked.
"Oooh, uh, I'm really busy with work and stuff, and the only night I'm available is tonight."
On September 25, 2006 Brian and I went on our first date. I don't remember anything in particular that stood out about that date except that we picked up where we left off. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't excited, I didn't feel self-conscious. I just felt normal, like I was having drinks with an old friend. I felt so at ease that it didn't feel like a first date at all. He walked me to my door and we kissed. It wasn't a kiss kiss. It was the type of kiss that friends usually give on the cheek when they are saying good-bye. A little non-romantic peck. We both miscalculated the whole cheek thing and our lips smacked together in an ungraceful, hey nice to see you, talk to you later, sort of way. I remember closing the door and thinking, "Was that a kiss?"
My super duper busy schedule for the week somehow opened up and Brian and I spent every night together that week. Our relationship became official in November when Brian shared with me that he "changed his status" on MySpace from "single" to "in a relationship." That was the extent of the conversation that established our exclusivity. Thank goodness our communication skills have improved tremendously since the early days of our relationship.
Where am I going with all of this and for the love of PETE, what is the good news I need to share? I'm getting there, I swear.
In the beginning Brian's job was not an issue. He worked managing a landscaping and irrigation company. In the summer his hours were flexible. He had to be in work at 7 a.m. and sometimes he would get out at 2. Sometimes 3. Sometimes 4. It didn't matter to me as he would usually come over to my apartment at 7:30 which gave me enough time to eat dinner, work out, and shower before he came over to hang out. He would be gone in the morning at 6:15 leaving me in peace to get ready for work. His occupation did not become an issue until that February when he told me he wasn't going to be around for Valentine's Day.
Ah-hum what? Hell to the nah.
You see in the winter Brian has to plow snow and has to head into work when his boss calls and says "come into work." I was APPALLED that I had to spend Valentine's Day alone even though I had a boyfriend. I spent plenty of them alone as a single gal which is to be expected, but I wasn't prepared to spend it alone now that I was in a relationship. I wanted to be understanding but it was hard not being able to make plans for New Years or Valentines Day or Christmas or my birthday (which falls in January) because if a storm happened to blow in, Brian would have to go to work. All of our winter plans were on a tentative basis.
The issue of Brian's employment became a serious issue once we bought a house and got a dog. Plowing a storm usually involves working for 24-30 hours STRAIGHT, coming home to sleep for 12 hours, leaving for another 12 and then recouping on sleep for another 24 hours. One storm usually means that Brian is unavailable for a good 4 days in a row. He also plows 45 minutes north of our home which means he has a trek into work. He then is up for 24 to 30 hours and has to drive the 45 minutes back home which makes me a nervous wreck. In addition his hours are not set so I don't know what time he is leaving and when he will get back. This was fine when we were living separately without a ton of responsibilities, but now it's unacceptable, especially during this last big storm. How would I manage if we had children? Who would take the dog out (we do not have a fenced yard)? Who would watch the kids while I had to shovel in order to take the dog out? It just wasn't working.
Brian gave his notice on Monday - HALLELUJAH!!! I had told Brian he would need to start networking in order to find a good opportunity as most desirable jobs are found this way. About a month ago he was at a John Deere location buying supplies for work and inquired about positions within the company. The manager informed him that a management opening was available at the John Deere location that amazingly is 5 minutes from our home. SCORE!!! The application process was long, and drawn out, but based on his qualifications he was hired for the position. This means set hours of 8-4 Monday through Friday and AH-MAZING benefits.
The benefits alone give me a hard on.
Yes, me. Not him.
No, I do not have a penis, but if I did, it would be erect.
Anywho, he is working for a great company with plenty of opportunities to move up and around within the company.
Brian has been plowing for the last 13 years and is looking forward to spending a snowstorm with me and the dog by the fireplace with a glass of wine. I'm looking forward to it as well.
Congrats babe - I told you you could do it.
I looked to the other side of the room where another group of strapping young boys were gathered and that's when I found him standing against the door frame, 6 feet tall, and with the most adorable baby face I'd ever seen. I was immediately attracted to him before I even knew what his name was.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, or if I initiated it, but Brian and I became friends. My roommates Ashley, Kelli, and I all became friends with the "boys down the hall," including Brian. It was an amazing and extremely fun semester. We partied non-stop and I'm pretty sure that out of all of my semesters at UNH, I did the most partying this one particular semester. We had so much fun I ended up on academic probation (ouch) and Brian and his roommates were asked to leave the University (double ouch) on a permanent basis.
But did I mention it was really, really fun?
I wouldn't say that Brian and I necessarily dated that semester. We did have a few drunken make out sessions, but that was the extent of our romantic relationship. I returned to UNH for the second semester of my sophomore year and got my act together. It was sad to see three new boys living in Brian's old dorm room. I was sad that he was gone, but I was 20 years old at this point and the fraternity house ATO was directly across the street. Needless to say I didn't stay sad for long and my second semester of my sophomore year was also really, really fun - Details of which I cannot share.....but trust me, it was really, really, REALLY fun.
Ashley can vouch for that ;)
Regardless of how fun my time at UNH was, or how many boys I dated, I never forgot about Brian - the boy that lived down the hall.
Fast forward to Sunday September 24, 2006. A good friend of mine convinced me to join this fairly new social networking site called MySpace. Upon joining, setting up my profile, and uploading my picture I remember thinking to myself, "who should I look for on this thing?"
I was able to recall Brian's first and last name, so I typed it in, and there he was. His picture was staring back at me and it was the face I remembered - adorable baby face, except now, he was wearing glasses. I sent him a message that started with, "I don't know if you remember me, but I lived down the hall from you your freshman year...." Within minutes he responded, "Of course I remember you!" We sent a few messages back and forth with the typical small talk stuff - Where do you live? What have you been up to? We should grab a drink sometime. I was astonished at how quickly I had reconnected with someone from my past considering I JUST joined. We exchanged numbers. I had no clue that this would lead me to the man that I'm going to marry.
He called me the next morning at 10:00 am. I remembered thinking to myself, "Wow, eager beaver," but I was single and ready to mingle so I figured what the hell.
"What does your week look like?" Brian asked.
"Oooh, uh, I'm really busy with work and stuff, and the only night I'm available is tonight."
On September 25, 2006 Brian and I went on our first date. I don't remember anything in particular that stood out about that date except that we picked up where we left off. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't excited, I didn't feel self-conscious. I just felt normal, like I was having drinks with an old friend. I felt so at ease that it didn't feel like a first date at all. He walked me to my door and we kissed. It wasn't a kiss kiss. It was the type of kiss that friends usually give on the cheek when they are saying good-bye. A little non-romantic peck. We both miscalculated the whole cheek thing and our lips smacked together in an ungraceful, hey nice to see you, talk to you later, sort of way. I remember closing the door and thinking, "Was that a kiss?"
My super duper busy schedule for the week somehow opened up and Brian and I spent every night together that week. Our relationship became official in November when Brian shared with me that he "changed his status" on MySpace from "single" to "in a relationship." That was the extent of the conversation that established our exclusivity. Thank goodness our communication skills have improved tremendously since the early days of our relationship.
Where am I going with all of this and for the love of PETE, what is the good news I need to share? I'm getting there, I swear.
In the beginning Brian's job was not an issue. He worked managing a landscaping and irrigation company. In the summer his hours were flexible. He had to be in work at 7 a.m. and sometimes he would get out at 2. Sometimes 3. Sometimes 4. It didn't matter to me as he would usually come over to my apartment at 7:30 which gave me enough time to eat dinner, work out, and shower before he came over to hang out. He would be gone in the morning at 6:15 leaving me in peace to get ready for work. His occupation did not become an issue until that February when he told me he wasn't going to be around for Valentine's Day.
Ah-hum what? Hell to the nah.
You see in the winter Brian has to plow snow and has to head into work when his boss calls and says "come into work." I was APPALLED that I had to spend Valentine's Day alone even though I had a boyfriend. I spent plenty of them alone as a single gal which is to be expected, but I wasn't prepared to spend it alone now that I was in a relationship. I wanted to be understanding but it was hard not being able to make plans for New Years or Valentines Day or Christmas or my birthday (which falls in January) because if a storm happened to blow in, Brian would have to go to work. All of our winter plans were on a tentative basis.
The issue of Brian's employment became a serious issue once we bought a house and got a dog. Plowing a storm usually involves working for 24-30 hours STRAIGHT, coming home to sleep for 12 hours, leaving for another 12 and then recouping on sleep for another 24 hours. One storm usually means that Brian is unavailable for a good 4 days in a row. He also plows 45 minutes north of our home which means he has a trek into work. He then is up for 24 to 30 hours and has to drive the 45 minutes back home which makes me a nervous wreck. In addition his hours are not set so I don't know what time he is leaving and when he will get back. This was fine when we were living separately without a ton of responsibilities, but now it's unacceptable, especially during this last big storm. How would I manage if we had children? Who would take the dog out (we do not have a fenced yard)? Who would watch the kids while I had to shovel in order to take the dog out? It just wasn't working.
Brian gave his notice on Monday - HALLELUJAH!!! I had told Brian he would need to start networking in order to find a good opportunity as most desirable jobs are found this way. About a month ago he was at a John Deere location buying supplies for work and inquired about positions within the company. The manager informed him that a management opening was available at the John Deere location that amazingly is 5 minutes from our home. SCORE!!! The application process was long, and drawn out, but based on his qualifications he was hired for the position. This means set hours of 8-4 Monday through Friday and AH-MAZING benefits.
The benefits alone give me a hard on.
Yes, me. Not him.
No, I do not have a penis, but if I did, it would be erect.
Anywho, he is working for a great company with plenty of opportunities to move up and around within the company.
Brian has been plowing for the last 13 years and is looking forward to spending a snowstorm with me and the dog by the fireplace with a glass of wine. I'm looking forward to it as well.
Congrats babe - I told you you could do it.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Super Duper Yippity Great!
I have great news.
I have wonderfully great news.
I have news that is about to change my life as I know it.
Except - I can't share just yet.
I can share on Monday.
No I am not pregnant.
No I haven't won the lottery.
I'm super excited!
Have a great weekend everyone!
I have wonderfully great news.
I have news that is about to change my life as I know it.
Except - I can't share just yet.
I can share on Monday.
No I am not pregnant.
No I haven't won the lottery.
I'm super excited!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Paper or Plastic?
I loathe going to the grocery store.
Let me rephrase that: I LO-HOATHE going to the grocery store.
People generally irritate me on a daily basis for no particular or specific reason other than I irritate easily, however, people at the grocery store bring my irritation to an entirely new level.
My irritation begins in the parking lot. It's starts with Ms. "I Drive A Really Big SUV That My Husband Bought Me, But Failed To Teach Me How To Drive." You know this lady - attempting to 23 point turn her Escalade into a parking space that could fit a semi truck. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward. Roll down the window. Look for yellow line. Find yellow line. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward. Roll down the window. Look for yellow line. Notice tires are over yellow line. Decide parking job is OK. Attempt to squeeze out of Escalade all the while trying not to smash door into adjacent car's side view mirror.
I hate his lady.
I hate this lady even more when she is waiting for another shopper to vacate their spot. She sits there, with her blinker on, blocking the ENTIRE lane waiting for a shopper (usually an elderly shopper which takes FOR DAYS) when - OH look at that! There are empty spaces about 3 -One, Two, THREE - spaces down but you HAVE to have the one that is that much closer to the store.
Moron. Fine. I'll wait here because you've made it absolutely impossible for me to go around you. Fine. FINE!
OK. Deep breaths. I move on from the moron Escalade driver and manage to park my SUV (which I do indeed know how to drive) equidistant from the yellow lines on either side. Smack dab in the middle of my space. Perfection. That is when I notice the lady two cars down from me emptying her groceries from the cart and placing them into her trunk. She then takes her cart and places it in between the two cars next to her.
What? The? F?
Major irritation number #2. How hard is it to take the extra 20 steps to the carriage corral thingy and roll your cart into it? Just rolllllllllllll the cart in. Then walk 20 steps back to your car and head home to consume your 5 cases of Coca-Cola accompanied by your 10 boxes of doughnuts topped off with your assortment of Hostess Cakes. I'm no physician, but dabbling in some walking might help with your diabetes, hypertension and cholesterol.
You fat, lazy, irresponsible, cart leaver lady.
I hate that lady. Doesn't she realize that the cart could potentially scratch someone's vehicle? Oh that's right, she doesn't, because she already has a mouthful of a Milky Way bar and needs to rush home so that she can wash it down with some chocolate syrup.
Ugh.
Major Irritation #3 - Mothers.
*Sigh* sorry guys.
Allow me to be more specific: mothers at the grocery store don't bother me all the time. They only bother me when it's JAMMED PACKED and they decide that this is a wonderful time to make grocery shopping a learning experience for little Johnny.
For example - for the LOVE OF PETE and my sanity please do not allow your child to push and/or navigate the cart if the grocery store is crowded and people are trying to rush in and rush out.
"OK Johnny let's go over to the yogurts. Okayyyyyyy? Over to the yogurts. To the right. You know your right. Riiiiiight. OK honey. To the right. Greattttt job." Johnny's mom looks up and gives a smile and a cutesy shoulder shrug to the bloodthirsty patrons behind her as if to say - "Isn't my little Johnny adorable? He's just learning his directions."
Nope, not adorable. Not at all. I have 20 minutes to grab my groceries and get home because I have to fly to my second job. In fact I'm having visions of slamming little Johnny's face into the Yoplaits because I just want to roll on by and I can't because little Johnny is trying to figure out which way is left and which way is right, but come on, isn't that what they have daycares for? Or Kindergarten? Or HOME? ON YOUR TIME? I know this may seem like a perfectly wonderful time to teach your child the feeling of independence and responsibility but beware, I will clip your child's ankles with my cart if they are in my way.
What?
Irritation #4 - Men
I've realized that most men at the grocery store have yet to realize that navigating the aisles is like driving - simply stay to the right. If you see a section that you need to peruse simply park your cart as far to the right as possible and THEN search for your item and THEN move on. Leaving your cart in the middle of the aisle is unacceptable. Shooting me a dirty look when I say "Excuse Me," is unacceptable. Stay. To. The. Right.
My final irritation brings us back to the parking lot. I'm excited - I have my groceries, I've lived through the food stamp shoppers, I'm out of the store, and I'm heading home. That is when I notice it.
The car that has parked over the yellow line and is practically in my space despite the 5 empty spots next to it. This means I have to shimmy myself between the cars, open my door and rest it on the side view mirror of the other car, and wiggle my way into the car. Between the shimmying and the wiggling I've managed to sideswipe one of the cars with my coat which means I know have a big dust mark on my coat because I live in the Northeast and cars are dirty this time of year.
Luckily for me I have an awesome fiance (thanks Brian) that usually does our food shopping. For whatever reason, Brian isn't phased by the chaos that is the supermarket.
Or maybe he is just trying to get out of the house and away from his irritable soon to be wife and the chaos at the supermarket is a walk in the park compared to dealing with me.
Hmmmmm.......
Let me rephrase that: I LO-HOATHE going to the grocery store.
People generally irritate me on a daily basis for no particular or specific reason other than I irritate easily, however, people at the grocery store bring my irritation to an entirely new level.
My irritation begins in the parking lot. It's starts with Ms. "I Drive A Really Big SUV That My Husband Bought Me, But Failed To Teach Me How To Drive." You know this lady - attempting to 23 point turn her Escalade into a parking space that could fit a semi truck. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward. Roll down the window. Look for yellow line. Find yellow line. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward. Roll down the window. Look for yellow line. Notice tires are over yellow line. Decide parking job is OK. Attempt to squeeze out of Escalade all the while trying not to smash door into adjacent car's side view mirror.
I hate his lady.
I hate this lady even more when she is waiting for another shopper to vacate their spot. She sits there, with her blinker on, blocking the ENTIRE lane waiting for a shopper (usually an elderly shopper which takes FOR DAYS) when - OH look at that! There are empty spaces about 3 -One, Two, THREE - spaces down but you HAVE to have the one that is that much closer to the store.
Moron. Fine. I'll wait here because you've made it absolutely impossible for me to go around you. Fine. FINE!
OK. Deep breaths. I move on from the moron Escalade driver and manage to park my SUV (which I do indeed know how to drive) equidistant from the yellow lines on either side. Smack dab in the middle of my space. Perfection. That is when I notice the lady two cars down from me emptying her groceries from the cart and placing them into her trunk. She then takes her cart and places it in between the two cars next to her.
What? The? F?
Major irritation number #2. How hard is it to take the extra 20 steps to the carriage corral thingy and roll your cart into it? Just rolllllllllllll the cart in. Then walk 20 steps back to your car and head home to consume your 5 cases of Coca-Cola accompanied by your 10 boxes of doughnuts topped off with your assortment of Hostess Cakes. I'm no physician, but dabbling in some walking might help with your diabetes, hypertension and cholesterol.
You fat, lazy, irresponsible, cart leaver lady.
I hate that lady. Doesn't she realize that the cart could potentially scratch someone's vehicle? Oh that's right, she doesn't, because she already has a mouthful of a Milky Way bar and needs to rush home so that she can wash it down with some chocolate syrup.
Ugh.
Major Irritation #3 - Mothers.
*Sigh* sorry guys.
Allow me to be more specific: mothers at the grocery store don't bother me all the time. They only bother me when it's JAMMED PACKED and they decide that this is a wonderful time to make grocery shopping a learning experience for little Johnny.
For example - for the LOVE OF PETE and my sanity please do not allow your child to push and/or navigate the cart if the grocery store is crowded and people are trying to rush in and rush out.
"OK Johnny let's go over to the yogurts. Okayyyyyyy? Over to the yogurts. To the right. You know your right. Riiiiiight. OK honey. To the right. Greattttt job." Johnny's mom looks up and gives a smile and a cutesy shoulder shrug to the bloodthirsty patrons behind her as if to say - "Isn't my little Johnny adorable? He's just learning his directions."
Nope, not adorable. Not at all. I have 20 minutes to grab my groceries and get home because I have to fly to my second job. In fact I'm having visions of slamming little Johnny's face into the Yoplaits because I just want to roll on by and I can't because little Johnny is trying to figure out which way is left and which way is right, but come on, isn't that what they have daycares for? Or Kindergarten? Or HOME? ON YOUR TIME? I know this may seem like a perfectly wonderful time to teach your child the feeling of independence and responsibility but beware, I will clip your child's ankles with my cart if they are in my way.
What?
Irritation #4 - Men
I've realized that most men at the grocery store have yet to realize that navigating the aisles is like driving - simply stay to the right. If you see a section that you need to peruse simply park your cart as far to the right as possible and THEN search for your item and THEN move on. Leaving your cart in the middle of the aisle is unacceptable. Shooting me a dirty look when I say "Excuse Me," is unacceptable. Stay. To. The. Right.
My final irritation brings us back to the parking lot. I'm excited - I have my groceries, I've lived through the food stamp shoppers, I'm out of the store, and I'm heading home. That is when I notice it.
The car that has parked over the yellow line and is practically in my space despite the 5 empty spots next to it. This means I have to shimmy myself between the cars, open my door and rest it on the side view mirror of the other car, and wiggle my way into the car. Between the shimmying and the wiggling I've managed to sideswipe one of the cars with my coat which means I know have a big dust mark on my coat because I live in the Northeast and cars are dirty this time of year.
Luckily for me I have an awesome fiance (thanks Brian) that usually does our food shopping. For whatever reason, Brian isn't phased by the chaos that is the supermarket.
Or maybe he is just trying to get out of the house and away from his irritable soon to be wife and the chaos at the supermarket is a walk in the park compared to dealing with me.
Hmmmmm.......
Monday, January 3, 2011
Monday Night
My spin class tonight was not full.
WTF?
It's the very first Monday of 2011 - the first day of the work week. The first day for people to "go to the gym" after work to start their new "I'm going to get healthy this year" resolution.
I only had one new face in my class tonight among my regulars. Last year, half the class were new faces.
What is going on?
Are people giving up on getting healthy?
When I left my classroom, I looked around at the cardio machines - normally this time of year they are all taken. Tonight, plenty were up for grabs.
Where is everyone?
How many of you worked out today?
WTF?
It's the very first Monday of 2011 - the first day of the work week. The first day for people to "go to the gym" after work to start their new "I'm going to get healthy this year" resolution.
I only had one new face in my class tonight among my regulars. Last year, half the class were new faces.
What is going on?
Are people giving up on getting healthy?
When I left my classroom, I looked around at the cardio machines - normally this time of year they are all taken. Tonight, plenty were up for grabs.
Where is everyone?
How many of you worked out today?
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