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Jenn flipped on Skating With Celebrities last night as we were waiting for How I Met Your Mother. As we were watching, we noticed that [3-time world champion and Olympic gold medalist] Dorothy Hamill was one of the judges.

For those not in the know, one of the defining aspects of Dorothy Hamill’s appearance was her haircut. The phrase “Dorothy Hamill Haircut” conjures images (for most folks in the US) of a particular short hairstyle. Life magazine called it “one of the most important fashion statements of the last 50 years.”

Anyway, while we were watching, the conversation went something like this:

Jenn: Hey, that’s Dorothy Hamill! Trav: Yup. She’s a judge. Jenn: Holy crap, she still has a Dorothy Hamill haircut! Trav: You are the smartest woman alive. Jenn: Shut up, you know what I meant. Trav: Yeah, I get it. Dorothy Hamill has a Dorothy Hamill haircut. I never would have guessed. Jenn: You’re an asshole.

Jenn doesn’t think it was funny, but I’m dying.

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Yeah, the title makes me sound like a total stooge, but hear me out.

Jenn got this book several weeks back in an effort to get us to work out some and look better by the time the wedding rolls around in October. Neither of us really did a whole lot of exercise before this, and while the book is primarily a weightlifting sort of workout, something is better than nothing.

The thing is, though, working out sucks. We work out Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so I’m thinking right now about how I’m going to have to go home after work and work out, and I’m dreading it. I can make up 1001 reasons not to work out, and even though I know I should work out, it doesn’t mean I want to.

Working out is boring. I’ve never found exercise that I enjoy doing that I can really do on a regular basis. I sort of like swimming, but I don’t have a pool and having to go to the gym isn’t really something convenient or conducive to me exercising. I sort of like biking, but the weather around Oregon is sort of prohibitive to getting outside on a regular basis (it’s reasonably unpredictable). I sort of like skating, but that’s not really much of a workout and, again, the weather sort of screws you. Even if I could do one of those things, doing the same thing all the time gets old, so it would only stave off the boredom for a short amount of time. I need variety and I need it to be fun.

It only wears me out. I hear folks who work out talk about the “second wind” they get, or the energy they somehow magically come across when they work out. Never once in my life have I experienced any of that. I’ve done my share of running (can’t do much - got flat feet and, no, orthotics do not help), weight lifting, biking, etc. I don’t get any extra energy. I don’t “feel better.” I don’t get whatever chemical rush it is that most people seem to get. All I get when I work out is tired. That tiredness lasts through the end of the night and into the next day sometimes. No, I’m not “overdoing it.” If it’s enough exercise to feel any sort of “burn,” it’s already too late - I’m going to be wasted. Effort == Tired.

I’m not patient. I fully admit that. I’d like to actually see some sort of results within a week or two. On no occasion, with any type of exercise, have I ever actually “seen results.” I’ve been at this weight training for like eight weeks now. Can I feel the weights getting easier? Sure. I can sort of feel that I’m a little stronger. Is there any visible result? No. Do I “feel better?” No. The effort for result ratio is feeling a little off, here. I’m doing my best to eat well - more veggies, less fat, less sugar - but I’ve got nothing to show for it. Seeing nothing is generally demoralizing.

Maybe it’s just bad attitude. That’s very well possible. I can’t say I haven’t tried a million things, though, and all of them seem to fail for me. I’ve done the yoga thing and it was OK for a time but I got bored with it (plus they usually throw in all this spiritual crap that I really just don’t buy into). I’ve tried the cardio kickboxing thing and got more worn out than with anything else and saw absolutely zip from it. Weights? Boring. Running? Boring (and painful - flat feet, right?) I was doing Dance Dance Revolution for a while, and even that gets boring after the umpteenth day of doing it. (When I say I’ve tried this stuff, it’s not “three days and I quit” - it’s “do it for a month or more, two-to-four times a week, and see how it goes. I’m giving it all a fair shot.)

Anyone got any ideas? I’m sick of this crap.

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This weekend was pretty eventful, and full of lots of fun stuff (and a few not-so-fun things).

Saturday, Jenn, Stu, Tif, and I all went to the first birthday party for the son of one of my coworkers, Vishwa. He’s Indian, so the party was all done up Indian style, and it was amazing. I mean, the guy went all out, and it totally showed. Folks were dressed up in traditional garb, there was more wonderful food than you’ve ever seen in one place, and people all over were having fun. I met some of the crazy uncles Vishwa has and had a total blast. Vishwa’s son was running around dancing and was totally cute in his little suit, bouncing up and down to the music. Great fun, plus it really shows me how little culture the US offers with respect to parties and the like - this was worlds better than any little kid’s birthday party I’ve ever been to. If that’s what they do for a first birthday, I’m curious to see the 18th or 21st!

Unfortunately, we had to leave a little early because my sister, Tori, and her fiancee, Brandon, changed their plans at the last minute and decided to come down this weekend instead of some time next month. I hadn’t met Brandon yet, so this was my opportunity. In fact, it was everyone’s opportunity, including Stu and Tiff, so we all carted down to West Linn to visit the parental units and meet Brandon. A bit of talking, some eating, and a little Donkey Konga later, and we were on our way home. Mission successful.

Sunday Stu came over and we did a little gaming. We finished up Super Mario Sunshine and, needing more Mario-based torture, headed out to the game store where Stu picked up Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. We made quite a run at that (it’s pretty cool) and called it a night around 7:00p. Looking forward to this weekend and maybe running a little more Paper Mario. Gaming like that actually is way more enjoyable, even on a one-player game: if one person can’t beat the bad guy, the other person can, so you never get stuck and always feel like you’re winning. We’ve got that down to quite the system now. After that: 24: The Game.

Monday… ugh. Besides some gaming (We Love Katamari), there were a couple of irritants. Nothing to get too worked up about, but annoying at best.

First, my router. I decided to update the firmware on my router to have the latest security updates and so forth. Ever have a three-minute task turn into an hour-long nightmare? Yeah, me too. Turns out there’s this interesting and entirely undocumented feature that appears in the latest version of the router firmware called “SecureEasySetup.” Supposedly it’s one-click security setup for the router. In reality, it’s one-click destruction of your wireless network. Lesson learned: don’t click the “SecureEasySetup” link. Just configure the router the usual way. A reset button push and reconfiguration of all of my router settings, and I’m back in business.

Second… our master bathroom mirror was pretty dirty, so I decided to clean it. Got out the Windex and some paper towels, sprayed the mirror, started wiping. Turns out Jenn had this precariously perched Dixie cup full of Listerine with her toothbrush soaking in it. I ended up knocking that over, so there’s four ounces of Listerine all over the counter and running over the edge.

I’m not sure if you know how much four ounces is. You know how you rinse with, like, a capful of Listerine? Four ounces, when spilled on the counter, is roughly 227.6 capfuls. Yeah, it’s a lot of Listerine.

I started mopping that up, fast as I could, but it had already soaked down Jenn’s necklace that was laying on the counter, and her prescription bottle, and some apricot body wash… So I picked up the necklace to rinse it off, but couldn’t rinse it in that sink because Jenn had something soaking in fucking Woolite in that sink.

Moved the Woolite-soaking clothing to a different bathroom. Came back and rinsed off the necklace, pill bottle, body wash. Noticed that the Listerine has gotten into some candle holders that sit on the edge of the bathtub below the counter (where the Listerine overflowed off the counter) and is also on the damn iron because, for some reason, the iron is also on the edge of the bathtub.

Did you know that Listerine doesn’t just wipe up? I didn’t. You actually need to scrub with soap because just water leaves a sticky Listerine mess.

Went and got the bathroom cleaner, cleaned the entire counter (which involved moving countless hair maintenance articles - brush, clips, rubber bands, etc.), got everything back where it goes.

That’s when I saw that I didn’t get the mirror cleaned up to begin with and the Windex has dried on there so I had to start that whole process over.

Needless to say, there was a short conversation about precariously perched cups full of Listerine and the sheer quantity of shit on the bathroom counter that has a home and needs to go back to its home when it’s done being used and what the fuck is the iron doing by the bathtub anyway. All straightened out, at least for another two or three days. Back to your regularly scheduled program.