YOU FIVE MORE!!

"20 reps at 30 pounds... is that too heavy for you?"
"It isn't TOO too sucky."
"Want to make it heavier?"
"If you do I can do 15 reps then?"
"You can't negotiate!? Why not just 1 at 100 pounds!?!"
"Just one then?"

I'm tired. :P

So... do you like cheese?

Top 5 reasons why I'm SUPER DUPER EXCITED for STEP UP 2 THE STREETS!

1) I heart dance movies. Center Stage. Dirty Dancing. Strictly Ballroom. Shall WeDance. Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Bring it on. Bring it on 2. Bring it on All or Nothing. Bring it on: In it to Win it. High School Musical. I pretty much love them all... and I loved the original Step Up. Just regular love though. Not like Barry White lurve.

2) How can you not excited for a movie soundtrack that has T-Pain's "Low". Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur (With the fur...)

3) I know when I'm done watching it, I'm gonna wanna dance. I'll have this itch to call up the girls and go clubbin. Or just call them, have a slumber party and we'll make up a dance routine. Word up Kaba Modern.

4) The dude who played Justin in She's the Man, is the guy lead. I heart that movie!! And now he dances. And he's hot.

5) Channing Tatum is yummy. Like Barry White voice yummy. Exactly.

C is for cookie, it's good enough for me; Oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C.

Those who know me (and love me...) know that I have this love/hate thing going for Bobby Flay. Ever since I saw him climb on top of the cutting board on the O.G. Iron Chef, I always thought he was a bit of an asshat. But then after having one of the BEST.DINNERS.EVER! at Mesa Grill a couple of years ago, I (begrudgingly) had to admit that the guy can f*cking cook.

So as much as I hate the concept of the show "Throwdown with Bobby Flay", I always find myself watching it. And suprisingly enough, while I don't exactly root for Flay, I don't necessarily hate the guy anymore. He isn't too cocky when it comes to his competitors and when he looses, which is pretty often, he's very gracious. Actually, when he does win, he seems kind of embarassed for it.

Which makes me think...

This week it was a "CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE" throwdown and well... I'm begining to think that Bobby threw the competition. The girls who own the bakery make these THICK HUGE ASS COOKIE that was filled with chocolate and walnuts. Bobby came with a regular chocolate chip cookie that was flat. Like something you could have made with good ole cookie dough that you get at the grocery. Really Bobby? That's the best you could come up with? I dunno... I was confused throughout the competition because you know he could have done better. It was like he WANTED to lose.


But in the end, its super good exposure for those who he challenges and well... they win because of it. I'm a click away from ordering blondies from Sugardaddy and the moment that Flour ships out Sticky buns, its on like Donkey Kong.

Great. Now I'm hungry. Boo.

Where are you giants from? We're from New York. All hail the New York Giants!

I'm not much of a football person but the last 2 minutes of the Superbowl was f*cking AWESOME. Plus the team I was rooting for won! YAY! Actually, | decided that I was going to cheer for them this morning when I was getting ready for the party. I based it on several things...

1. They were the underdogs. Like the Mighty Ducks. The first movie. Flying V and all.
2. I don't think Tom Brady is very cute. Plus he left his pregnant girlfriend for the Victoria's Secret super model. He may be nice in person... but face it, that's pretty douchy.
3. I kept on thinking of the above quote from "Madagascar." That actually pretty much set it in stone.

Yay Giants!! :D

Time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight And we sleep all, sleep all day...

I love mornings like this. I don't have to get up (though I really should) and I can just lie here and be warm. The pups are at my feet, my toes are especially cozy, and the blankets just feel deliciously heavy. But in reality its the only time I have to do my laundry and errands and what not. So I ought to get up.

I will in a bit.

The week just breezed by didn't it? Monday night I went to a STEP II class thinking I could get by seeing that I've gone to a STEP I class before. Sure, I took the class 3 years but that didn't really register in my mind before I made my schedule. It totally registered when I was dead tired and confused during their "around the world straddle, cross over, turn and squat" routine. See, even typing it down is making me dizzy.

Brr.. my fingers are cold. And my tummy is grumbling.

During a meeting on Wednesday, my stomach started growling. Then the girl's next to me started growling too. But it was like SUPER LOUD. I felt a bit better.

OK. Its grumbling hardcore. I should go get some breakfast.

Peace out bed!

PLEH

The other day, I lost my keys at the gym. I had only used 3 machines when I realized my keys were missing, so I ran back to each location and looked around. Nothing. Then I ran back to each machine and looked thoroughly just in case I had missed something the first time. Still nothing. So then I went to the front desk and asked if anyone had seen or returned keys... the girl was really nice and stated that no one had brought anything by but will keep on the look out. She then asked what was on my keys specifically so she would know.

I replied "Hmm, there's a silver heart key chain on it, my gym id, my house keys... oh and my car keys too."
"OH NO! YOUR CAR KEYS!?!"
"Yeah... I'll keep on looking so hopefully I'll find it."
"I hope so too!! Losing your car keys is soooo BAD!!!"

I didn't freak out initially when I lost my keys, but OH F*CK. The girl managed to scare me and make me think the worse. Now I was thinking that someone had found my keys, started playing with them in the parking lot and *beep* lo and behold... NEW CAR! With a cellphone! And a very eclectic mix of cds. A SWEET JACKPOT FOR A KEY STEALING JERKOFF!!

So I made another round upstairs and downstairs. Still nothing. And then I ran around again. Then I realized that I had thrown my water bottle away... so then I started digging through the trash. Sweating gym paper towers and water bottle trash.... EW. Nothing though.

Luckily about 30 minutes later, just as I was about to call someone for a ride and double check that my car was still in the lot, the friendly girl at the desk dangled my keys in front of me. "The person who found it just finished their workout! Isn't that exciting!?"

Oodles. :P

Take the gun. Leave the cannoli.

Its an evening in. :D Originally we were watching "When Harry Met Sally", but someone (not me) purchased a somewhat bootleg version of "American Gangster" honestly, well... I'm zoning out. Once again, I'm not much of a serious type of movie girl. I like light hearted, silly, romantic comedies... usually ones that don't get the greatest reviews. In fact, I the only lines I can quote from "The Godfather" are actually in "You Got Mail." Seriously. Every so often there will be something "heavy" or "sci-fi-ish" that piques my interests.... but if given a choice, I'll take Amanda Bynes as a crossing dressing soccer player over Al Pachino with a gun. (Yes... I know its a different movie but you know what I mean.)

Well except I'm not really feeling 27 Dresses which you would think I would want to see because 1) its a romantic comedy 2) James Marsden is a hottie who can sing and this time he's gonna get the girl! 3) Its all about weddings weddings weddings galore which there seems to be a lot of in my life at the moment. But deep inside I'm not feeling Katherine Heigl because I see her as Izzy Stevens... the stupid doctor who cut Denny Duequett's LVAD wire and slept with George while he was still mrried to Callie. Selfish bitch huh. Why would I cheer her on to get with dreamy James Marsden!? Exactly. Eh. We'll see....