(hot) flash dance

Nothing is more uncomfortable than listening to Oprah and Rosie talk about menopause.

Except for my trip to the gym yesterday.

I was walking on the tread, minding my biz and reading The Blind Side, when something caught my eye. I have a tendency to keep an eye on the weight machine area while I do cardio for a few different reasons...

A. To learn how to use the machines I don't know how to do without having to actually ask someone

B. To see the sweaty people who touch the machines before me so I am motivated to remember to clean before and after

C. To see the Super Nast people who use the machines before me so I can avoid them altogether

So I glance up to look at this arm/chest thing I like to do and saw a middle aged man, black, bald (but with a tiny patch of hair above his ear with a 6 in long braid), muscle tank, giant biceps, and roughly 5 foot 2.

He did a set. Stood up. and started dancing.

But not like just nodding his head and step together step sort of dancing. Full out grinding sort of dancing with closed eyes, snapping fingers, and fancy footwork.

Maybe 3 minutes straight of this and then did another set and then back to dancing. By the third time, he was getting a lot of stares and a lot of laughs so he must have decided to up his game because he started to pop and lock it.

Let's keep in mind this was 12:30pm on a Sunday.

So weird. so maybe Rosie talking menopause isn't so bad.

dinkdinkdink...is anyone still out there?

It's me. I'm back with time on my hands and things to talk about but no one sitting here to listen to me. So here I am.

I've had fanmail and comments and facebook messages up the wazoo begging and pleading for me to come back. So now that I find myself sitting in bed by 8pm with my laptop every night (I just leave it on long enough to warm up my bed), I figured I would grace you (molly) with my presence again.

Let me review what's happened since we last spoke.

I finished regular season fantasy football in first place and lost a heartbreaking loss in playoff game #1. And so ends my inaugral fantasy season. I was so depressed with my football loss that I gave up on my fantasy basketball team in week 1. Fantasy is just not my strong suit.

I turned 23.5. No one said anything or bought me anything. Probably because they didn't get a blog reminder.

I slept through December 2009, but from what I can tell, didn't miss much.

I got ripped off at Jiffy Lube twice.

I fell in love with taping Ellen. EVERY.DAY.

I found out NBC is tentatively showing Friday Night Lights season 4 this spring/summer. I may die having to wait a week between episodes. I need more Riggins in my life.

And today marks the 23rd day of January and I am $3.59 shy of reaching my deductible for the year. I frickin rule. Unless it counts towards 2009 in which case expect me to reach my deductible by February 23. Or sooner. Because I'm just that cool.

Judging by the traffic this has continued to receive in my nearly 4 months of absence, I really feel the need to delete the vikings song I posted in august. It concerns me people in japan are reading this. no offense, konichiwa's.