Five weeks ago Steve and I took up the 100 Push Ups Challenge.  Supposedly after six weeks of training you'll be able to do 100 or more consecutive push ups.  So far I can do over 40 consecutive push ups but I haven't actually pushed to see how far I can go.  And to think I couldn't do one push up when we started! 

 

If floor push ups are too hard you can try any of the varities--they all count in this challenge--knee, wall, bench and knuckle.  Figure out which is best for you and go from there.

 

After eight rounds tonight I've done a total of 170 push ups.  I feel great (each week is a mini accomplishment) and I'm seeing results.  Woohoo! 

 

Anyway, click here for the official website.

 

...to quote my husband.

 

How crappy is it to know Micheal Phelps won the gold when according to my "live" broadcast he doesn't race for another half hour?

 

Stupid NBC.  Stupid internet. 

 

Sigh.

 

I wanted to title this "Is it Child Abuse if She's Not My Child?"

 

With the advent of IM'ing and now texting spelling and grammar have both taken a back seat to stupidity.

 

It drives me crazy. 

 

And makes me feel old.  I'm only 30 yet I feel such a separation from the younger generation. 

 

Here's an example of what I hate (and no, this is not a text message but a question on a message board):  omg!! i love this book but 4got wat book it is and by who ohkai...its like there are these manicansor wateva they called. the dolls the big ones that wear clothes and yu see them on the window in a store when yu go shopin...

 

Seriously?  My brain boycotted before I could finish the girl's question.  Let's ignore the fact she feels the need to explain what a mannequin is and the fact she makes OK longer than necessary.  I want to slap her and all the kids who write like this with a dictionary...hard.  Really hard.  What's even worse than this blatant violation of the English language and my apparent violent streak is the girl above and all the others all exclaim they want to become writers! 

 

Sure I don't always use the most proper of punctuation (I do admit to rampant comma abuse), however I spell words correctly 98% of the time.  I also try to follow basic grammatical rules.  I don't cop out with Hooked On Stupidity eubonics.

 

Ugh!

 

 

So I was thinking.  Why not write on here still?  Doesn't have to be frequent, just a thought or two every once in a while.  At the moment I'm watching Katamari stalk a box of pretzels.  Empty box of pretzels.  It's been on the shelf for a month or two now yet tucked away enough that Steve and I forget about it.  So it stays.

 

Anyway.  My book is coming along.  I type each night.  Sometimes it's a lot, sometimes it's a sentence.  But still, it's something.  Actually this new found discipline of mine (which has spread to the gym) has me writing two books.  I'm suddenly the Dr. Frankenstein to Discipline.  Or am I the monster?  I don't know.  I'm confused but regardless progess is being made.