Not bullets, but still scattered

It’s a busy week, with Christmas programs and school parties. Maggie’s cast comes off today. With drive time that will probably be a 4-hr event, so I might not have time to comment on blogs.

Speaking of Maggie’s cast, since blogging about it I’ve gotten a lot of hits from the search term “her cast”. It seems a strange term to search on to me, not specific enough to find anything relevant, unless they are looking for the cast of a show called Her, so I did a little digging. When I searched on it, though, all I got were articles which used it the same way I did. The searches have been scattered across the world and through different search engines, so it’s perplexing.

Anyhoo…

I got a Wii Fit Plus so I’ll have some kind of physical activity over the winter. I have a treadmill, but it doesn’t seem to have much of an impact on my overall health. Plus it’s boring as hell. I have Wii Sports as well, but it’s a couple of years old, and also boring. So that’s where the Wii Fit Plus comes in. New games, a virtual exercise coach, that cool balance board…Right now my concern is keeping myself from melting into the couch, but I’m sure I’ll graduate to something more strenuous later. I saw something about Jillian Michaels having a training game for the balance board, and she’s tough.

Seems like there was something else to talk about but I can’t remember, and I’m out of time, besides. Hope you have a great day.

Thoughts from the treadmill

Yep, I’m back on the treadmill. I stopped walking when I hurt my hand and my old laptop broke for good at the same time. I just want to take a moment to remind you that Thoughts From the Treadmill is never edited for typos or anything else dumb. It’s just me typing and praying I don’t say anything that can be used against me later.

So my mom sold me this laptop, and I finally got around to fixing up the treadmill to accommodate it. It’s bigger all the way around, and the base where you rest your hands is a great expanse. My treadmill is a manual variety, so I have to push against this bar, but my hands kept slipping with the counter-pressure. I’m trying out some of those non-skid pads I use in my utensil drawer to keep the divider from sliding around. It works okay, but I think by the time I’m done the heels of my hands may be sore.

So I’m thinking about Twitter. Is it wrong to follow thousands of people? How can a person possibly keep up with all those tweets? Obviously, they can’t. They’re using a program like Tweetdeck to keep track of the people they REALLY care about, and what are the rest? I don’t personally think it’s wrong, but I wouldn’t want to follow that many people. I assume these followers are doing it for the networking possibilities, and that’s fine. I use Tweetdeck, too, filtering out the folks I want to keep in touch with but who tweet too much for me to keep up with. Also, if I follow someone who is also my friend on Facebook, I prefer to just interact that way. Do you do that, too? Is there anyone on Twitter that you love to death, but who just tweets too much? Do you feel guilty about filtering that person? I did at first, but not anymore. I’ve decided what place each social networking service has in my life. It’s nothing personal, I’m still keeping up with everyone I care about, just in my own way.

Feeling a bit faint…may be a good time to stop…

Thoughts from the treadmill

  • I hate making breakfast. Why should the only chore I truly dislike be the first thing I have to do in the morning? When the youngest is about 8 I think I’ll never cook/pour breakfast again. They can get their own rackin-frackin cereal, and I shall never eat breakfast again. I truly resent the breakfast thing.
  • I hate my laptop. I try to keep a good attitude (at least I have a laptop, etc.) but it’s so annoying with its myriad of problems. Here, let me list them:
    1. The battery is only good for about ten minutes, yet..
    2. …the power jack is so loose that I must remain absolutely still in order to keep it plugged in, even when it’s sitting on a table. Hard to do when you’re typing. This is something I fixed before.
    3. The hinges are so loose the screen falls down at the slightest movement. Also something I’ve fixed, several times.
    4. The little eraser mouse thingy drifts, so I disabled it, however…
    5. …the pad thingy is alternately completely unresponsive and extremely sensitive, so I end up selecting and clicking things I don’t mean to.
    6. The damn thing is slow as hell.

    It’s hard to concentrate on the  book when I’m obsessively checking to make sure everything is placed just so. And yes, I’ve checked settings and upgraded software and defragged and replaced parts, and I think it’s just time to admit it’s too old. It’s an old damn laptop.

  • My tummy hurts.
  • Thinking about my dream last night. I was working for a rich family I don’t know in real life. They had been hit by a tornado, but instead of tearing down the old, ruined house, they’d simply built a new one on the other side of the barn. They were all living happily in this new house, with all their new things, but occasionally sent the house manager over to the old house to retrieve things. This time it was a large, pink teddy bear.The two main things I felt during this dream were the self-centered nature of the family, and sadness and confusion when confronted by this old house, ruined and abandoned. I was sad, yet I knew it was best for this family to forget the old house. It had been useful and was no longer, and even in the dream I understood I should adopt this attitude as well.There was more, but I think this is a pretty clear answer to a question I posed to the Universe yesterday.
  • I’m extremely grateful for my loyal friends. That’s you.

Thoughts from the treadmill

  • I’m fat. Can’t deny it any longer. I feel skinny, but I’m just not. I think I’ve been able to deny it so long because I had pretty good muscle tone. The muscles are leaving and the fat is replacing it, so even though the needle on the scale has been stationary for a couple of years, I am increasing in size. My lower body has been getting bigger since I started exercising, I think, because my muscles are getting bigger but I’m not losing any fat. Hopefully this public declaration will help push me into a proper diet. I’m don’t like diet helpers like pills or drinks, because I know when I go off them I’ll simply gain the weight back. No yo-yo dieting for me. I’d like to eat natural foods and very little sugar and literally exercise my ass off. 50 lbs is my goal. I’ll even post my starting weight to properly embarrass myself into decreasing the number: 178.
  • Having a teenage step-daughter in my life (Hi, Z) makes me think about love. What is it, really? Is it based in the physical, i.e. a hormonal imbalance leading to temporary delusion? Based in a higher power, moving us toward our soul mate? A karmic fulfillment of your purpose as a human being? I take a different view for each of the different types of love, and I wish to hell we had a different word for each one. LOVE is too broad.
  • Which leads me to the question: Should you feel guilty about your feelings? In any case, love is not a conscious decision, so if you “fall in love” with someone (whatever the eff that means) at an inopportune time, is that something to regret, or to celebrate no matter what? The emotion itself is a good thing, right? Or is romantic love inherently disruptive?
  • Bohemian Rhapsody just came on my media player. Woo!
  • Also thinking about the recent economic downturn as portrayed by the media. People are saying things like, “People can’t even send their kids to college anymore!” “This guy can’t pay his $7,000 mortagage and may have to go to a smaller house! It’s a tragedy!” “They’ve had to forgo their yearly vacation to the Bahamas! In my world, people don’t send kids to college. The kids do it themselves. People live in very modest dwellings and buy their clothes at Goodwill to save money for entertainment. They have no savings. They don’t take vacations.  I’m not saying it’s fun to have the rug pulled out of you at any income level, and I hate what it’s doing to our economy as a whole, but on a personal level I guess I just can’t fathom having that much money in the first place, and so I can’t sympathize as much as the media wants me to. That makes me sound like a total bitch, probably. From where I am, the middle class is a myth. Am I middle class? I think I am, barely. But the middle class I see represented on tv as the “average”? Those people are rich to me. To say there’s a huge difference between $30,000/yr and #100,000/yr is a massive understatement, but they’re lumped into the same category. My mind is boggled, that’s all.

This was a heavy TftT, huh? Discuss among yourselves.