Very Sad Realization...

I'm back on my health kick; I'm exercising everyday! I'm popping in DVDs every night, doing the stairs at work with the "Stair Masters" at work (aka co-workers) and being more health conscious! The loose pants feeling is great. I highly recommend!

So, while I was watching the rest of my PVRed shows (Maury, Y&R, House, and Deal or No Deal), I decide to sift through my dust covered collection of work out DVDs. Bingo! I found the one I want to do. It called out to me, I was excited and all that jazz.


So, here it is! Doesn't it look so cool! Hip hop cardio. Bring it on!
I proceed to get changed and pop it in.

Fast-forward over the standard FBI warnings, "don't do this DVD if you're (insert standard legal clause), blah blah blah, (we're not responsible for your stupid injuries), standard introductions, standard warm-ups...common already!

So I start. Ok....a little trickier than I thought it would be. Before you know it, I'm tripping over my feet, trying to contort my body into positions that aren't really imaginable, but SHE'S doing it with perfect grace. I'm not building up a lot of sweat or anything; mainly because I'm standing around trying to flair my arms around like she and her cleverly co-ordinated chickies are. Dangit!

Then.

It hits me.

Like a ton of bricks. I can't dance. I can't dance! Wait. I can dance...but like one of those stupid inebriated white girls on the dance floor you make fun of! NOOOOOOOOOOO. I'm a "white girl". I don't flap my arms around like they're on fire...do I?! Oh. My. God. NO.

When did this happen? I don't remember turning into an unco-ordinated "white girl". I need to take some lessons or something. When I think I'm dancing like Aaliyah or Jennifer Lopez in their videos, I'm dancing more like a drunk Paula Abdul! The horror....the horror. Lopez and I have the same ass...but I still can't work it!



So, wiping the tears from my eyes, I proceeded to do this DVD instead. Don't get me wrong, it was GREAT and I'm feeling the after effects of it today; but....but.....I wanna dance like Aaliyah and Jennifer Lopez.

I'll press on and let you know how it goes....*sigh*

Is "Nancy" really all that hard to spell?

Has it really been nearly 4 weeks since I've posted!?
Wow....must try and keep up with this a little more often!

My latest beef has to do with a minor detail--that being my name. I used to really hate my name; thinking it was just an old fogey name. How many hip-hop happening 16 year olds do you see around called "Nancy"? Precisely.

Now, the word Nancy isn't too hard to spell; right? There are 5 letters, when arranged appropriately spell out my identity. Granted there is a duplicated letter; but friends and neighbours, please do not let this fluster you. They're separated and shouldn't cause you TOO much trouble. Granted there are different ways of spelling it; according to some drunk hippies who have decided to create general confusion in the world for people like moi. Spellings like Nancie, Nanci, Nansy, Nansie, and Nansi (yes, they're all real) are out there, but mine is the normal one; thank you very much.

There's 5 letters..........5. Couldn't cause as much trouble as something like Fifi-Trixibelle, Tiger Lily Heavenly Hirani, Nell Marmalade and Phoenix Chi (they're all real...look them up).

So, why do I get a sticky note on my computer desk saying "Nany, please see me". I disregarded it--surely they don't mean me. Granted, I don't know anyone else named "Nany" around here. I decided to proceed to the person who left this note my desk (addressed to Nany) and he proceeded to say "Oh, good; you got my note". Riiiiiiiiiight. I still have it saved; it's on my corkboard.

I got an email from an acquaintance saying "You've been a great help, Nanct. Thanks!".

Now; I'm not really sure which one I'm more upset about. Completely FORGETTING a letter, or missing the wrong letter completely on the keyboard and not having the courtesy of proofreading it before sending it.

Now, today I received the kick of all kicks in the teeth. I got "Hi Nanacy, thanks".

Huh?

I give up.