Wii Fit

Is anyone else using this fucking thing?

It’s awesome. But …

When I step on it, and it makes a little pained “oh!” I want to throw it out the window.

And it made my Mii fat.

Fucker.

4.45

Short and sweet – it’s how many miles I rode one way to work this morning on my brand new, superhot bike!

On my quest to lose weight, save money, and help the environment, I dropped 500 bones on a bike Saturday with the goal of riding it to work on days where rain was not in the forecast. 

So today, I did it. I’ll be riding nearly nine miles a day, hopefully five days a week.

I felt like I was going to puke at one point, but oh my fsm, I felt so awesome. Like a kid – excited about my new bike! Such an awesome feeling.

Touched

No, not touched like my uncle did me when I was five. Not that kind of touching.

I read this story today, written by a 18-year-old emergency room attendant about the experience of taking a baby in that the baby’s mother did not want. It was poignant, and strangely enough, was one of the most interesting things I’ve seen on the net in a long time.

Read it. But don’t judge the mom. She did something noble. At least she didn’t leave the baby in a dumpster.

In Short …

• Zilla and I dropped the L bomb. Last Wednesday. At his house. While watching Keeping Up Appearances on DVD. It went something like this:

Kitty: You know that I totally love you, right?
Zilla: (playful smile on his face) I love you too.

Not all dramatic, but very “us” all in the same. Dammit though – I wanted him to say it first so my insecurities wouldn’t reason that I had somehow coerced him into saying it. Oh well. It’s said. It was sweet. My heart kinda melted … at least a bit.

My parents are on their way to town for the night. I got my Dad seasons 1, 2, and 3 of Weeds for Father’s Day. We’ll see how he likes it. (It’s my second favorite show on TV, and yes, you should Netflix it. Lost is the first. And this is why.)

In the weight loss quest, I’m getting a bike. I’m sure I’ll look like a carnival employee with my fat ass flying down Forest Park Parkway on a bike, but oh well. We’ll see.

I’m addicted to Sloe Gin Fizz. Have it. You’ll be addicted too.

I got an iPod touch. I really love it.

I’ve still not met Yellow Fever’s baby. I’m a bastard.

My cats got shaved – lion cuts for both. I’m cruel, and yes, it makes me laugh to see them like that. 

If you’re considering buying a car, DO NOT GO TO Suntrup West County Volvo/Saab in St. Louis. They’re shady fuckers that tried to add additional costs (such as: “We need $500 just to process the paperwork and run your credit. We can’t tell you how we’d help you with financing til we receive that $500. Sorry I forgot to tell you about that earlier.), $130 additionally for processing, oh, and FORGETTING to tell me that the hot Volvo they were trying to sell me had previously been OWNED BY ENTERPRISE RENT-A-CAR. No thanks. I’m one step closer now from breaking my Saab loyalty and getting that Chrysler Crossfire that I’ve been wanting anyway.

Zilla goes to bed at 10 pm, at the latest. It’s usually 9:30. Gets up at 6. Has coffee, reads the news. Very domestic. I love it – and sleeping over at his house. I’d not trade our domesticity for anything in the entire world. It’s amazing. We woke up yesterday at 6 and planted two new flowerbeds in front of his house. 

That’s it, in short.

And God Smiled at Us All …

Think that pic is hot? (It gets bigger if you click it, btw)

Check out the huge, screaming, estrogen-fest that broke out when the NEW David Beckham Armani ads went up in San Fran yesterday … (Thanks dListed – we heart you!)

One word, God: Thanks.