Run, Forrest, Run!

Yesterday was a beautiful day for a run.  Low humidity, cool, not a lot of traffic.  And my glutes doing a happy dance. I love days like that.  

I think I may need a jogging stroller.

Butt Shoes and Bad Movies

Butt shoes!!!!!!!  I finally caved in and got a pair of Reebok Easy Toners.  Cute, not uncomfortable, and works my ass for free doing nothing more onerous than grocery shopping.  Considering I am all mad in love with an ass man, every little bit helps. I can't run in them, though.  So my next purchase needs to be a better pair of running shoes.  I hate shoe shopping.  It seems I keep getting trapped in it lately.  Of course, its the only thing I can buy that I don't "ungrow" in a month or two.  Between the running, the step aerobics and the butt shoes, my legs are screaming.

I saw one of the worst movies I have ever seen today.  Paranormal Activity.  Wow, talk about effective marketing.  It was a rip off of the Blair Witch style, but came across as being trapped watching someone's god-awful home movies for however long it lasted.  I honestly couldn't pay close attention, it just wasn't interesting enough to hold my attention.  I would have been pissed if I had paid for that crap fest.  I have watched tax seminars that were more interesting.

Sexism in Traffic School

So I am a new check box in most questionnaires now.  In other words - its my 35th birthday.  I am not much of a birthday person.  I wouldn't do anything at all if not forced to by loved ones and co-workers, who have a strange insistence on celebrating.  The upside to not being really into one's birthday - hitting some arbitrary date (like middle age) isn't traumatic.  I have heard other women lament hitting 35.  Meh.  I know a LOT of people who didn't make it this far.


So I was taking my online traffic school course (did you know they mean it when they say don't turn on red?) and there were a couple of funny (Wha!?!?) moments in there.  Like the DUI section talking about how showing up on your bicycle or on a bus doesn't make a good impression on a date.  It repeated this "make sure you keep your license or you won't get pussy" theme throughout the course.  I realize that people who can't afford a vehicle are unlikely to need traffic school course, so they won't see the income based insult (poor people without cars don't deserve relationships), but is it REALLY necessary to reinforce the "women fuck men based on how nice their car is" stereotype to tell people why drunk driving is a bad idea?  Brace yourselves... it is possible to have both a vagina and your own vehicle.  There are even women who don't take a man's vehicle into account when dating in any way.

It reminds me of when this guy was hitting on me.  He actually tried to seduce me by pointing out his sports car (I hate sports cars) and his Doc Martens (that "nice shoes, wanna fuck" thing was a joke - I have 3 pairs of my own, dude).  Sadly, there are people that sort of thing works on.