Musings, bitching, rants, and amusing notions on the daily life of a NYC crazy cat lady

Monday, January 09, 2006

The Greatest Gym Mix Ever...

Last night I spent 50 minutes on the elliptical machine--more than I normally do, but I was in a seriously pissy mood when I got to the gym so I felt like I needed to burn off some aggression with cardio, and then did some ab work. I have a large playlist specifically for the gym that I set on random and this is the shit that my ipod pulled out...though I occasionally take serious issue with Apple (they sometimes forget practicality in the quest for style in my humble opinion), I will be the first to admit that I love, love, love my ipod and think it is the greatest thing ever (in spite of all the glitches that go along with owning one)...
Anyway...here is the mix, as chosen by my happy green ipod...
1. Happy Valentine's Day--Outkast
2. Good Vibrations--Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
3. Short Dick Man--20 fingers and Gillette
4. Planet Rock--Africka Bambaada
5. How Can You Hear Us?--Fatboy Slim
6. I See You Baby (Fatboy Slim Mix)--Groove Armada
7. Where's Your Head At?--Basement Jaxx
8. Headhunter (Front Line Assembly Mix)--Front 242
9. Big Time Sensuality--Bjork
10. Spin Spin Sugar--Sneaker Pimps
11. Jazz Trippin'--Lords of Acid
12. Hey Ya!--Outkast
13. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See--Busta Rhymes
Seriously...put this mix on your ipod and you'll burn 650 calories on the elliplical machine too. :-)

Friday, January 06, 2006

Weird Dreams...

I had very odd dreams last night. I dreamt that I was back on the swim team in high school--even though it was present day--and we were preparing to go on a trip to Capri for a swim competition. I left my laundry at my mother's house, and dropped my cell phone, which then got run over by a truck and crushed to a million pieces. I was freaked, but realized that I needed a new phone anyway. I managed to get myself packed and to the airport where Brad left me at the airport gate, boarded the plane, and discovered that the inside of the plane didn't have regular seats, but big stuffed arm chairs with those old fashioned TVs that look like furniture directly in front of each one. I then dreamt that I was falling asleep while watching Ren and Stimpy... and I woke up shortly thereafter to get a drink of water realizing that it was only 1:45 a.m. and that I had only been asleep for a little over an hour and a half...Not sure what, if anything, it all means, but thought my warped subconscious was worth sharing.

Still not eating cow...

I've been passing out a lot lately--I haven't mentioned it because I'm trying not to bitch, but I whacked my head on the tub this morning when I passed out in the shower so I've got a bit of a headache right now and am entitled to be grumpy. That said, after chatting with Bradley (who is at a call-back interview as we speak, so hopefully he'll be telling Marcus to kiss his hiney soon), we determined that my IDA (iron-deficiency anemia) must be back in full effect...I've been lazty about my diet lately and haven't been eating right even though I've been better this past week (new years resolution ). So I'm going to be a lot better...eating lots more leafy green veggies, chicken & fish, legumes (another of my favorite words...just like the way it sounds), peas (very high in iron), and all that other good stuff. I'm also going to be drinking a gazillion gallons of various herbal teas that help with iron absorbsion--particularly nettles. I've also got this very nasty tasting liquid iron supplement called Floradix which seriously tastes like ass. I can't do the iron pills because they wreck havoc on my tummy. I also know that the easiest way for me do fix the IDA would be to cave in and eat cow. But I just can't do it. I haven't had any cow since I was 19 years old--over 11 years now--and I'm not about to start eating cows just because I'm feeling a little woozy. I just can't do it. Moo.

True balance is standing on a moving semi-crowded train, wearing four-inch stiletto boots, not holding on, a large, heavy tote bag on your shoulder, curling your eyelashes and applying mascara without poking your eye out, wiping mascara on those around you, dropping your bag, or falling down.