The passage of time is pulling me kicking and screaming away from my birthday, so I guess it's time to bid it adieu and get on with things.
I'll put up more party pics this week, to put a fine point on the good time that was had by all.
Meanwhile, I'm reuniting with Billy Blanks. My father called the day before my birthday while I was doing one of my tapes (from the original set. I know. So late 90s). I picked up and said, I gotta call you back. I'm turning 42, it's time to exercise. My dad laughed and said, Get it on, get it on!
So, I'm getting it on. Me no likey exercise much, but I'm accepting it. Billy I love, especially early Billy. He was so cheesy, even when he first came out. I get a kick out of his Spandex jumpsuits. When things get rough, they help to distract me from the torture of his workouts.
My favorite tape for busting out of slugdom is his first Basic Workout. When I put my copy in the VCR (that sounds so ancient, like saying, The other day I was driving along in my Studebaker...), I heard crunching, then nothing. The thing ate my Billy. I took it out and the tape snapped. Schmin said he'll take it to the shop and try to fix it, but why don't I go ahead and get a DVD? He said this like I've never heard of DVDs. So far, I haven't found the original set on DVD for less than a bajillion dollars.
Anyway. Do you guys Freecycle? To replace my tape I went on and posted a want ad. The same day a guy who lives around the corner responded and said he had a couple of Tae Bo tapes (he'd gotten them as part of an all-or-nothing lot on Freecycle). I think they're the 2nd or 3rd incarnation of Tae Bo, not the originals I'm looking for, but for free, they're perfect. I did one today and I think I have a broken ass now.
Welp, I'd better get going on... something important. I've been lost in iPod land. I mean just glued to iTunes importing songs and arranging things and syncing the Pod. Googling songs I haven't heard in ages to download. I feel like I'm smoking crack. I have to make a decision about a major move, but all I can do is paste album art while marveling at how sexy the iPod looks and sounds in its docking station.
Ah, well. The move will get made or it won't. I'm a Pod person now. As long as we have our crack, we don't care.