Wednesday, August 20, 2008

You don't have to be blond to be "BLOND"

So, ok, yesterday I told you about how my "blond" daughter apparently left her name off her standardized math test last April.


Well, I could call this Random Acts of Redheadedness ...

I have become a little obsessive-compulsive about the gym recently. I love taking classes, rather than just GOING and working out on machines on the fitness floor.

That's actually because I have no idea what I'm DOING when it comes to those machines, and I'm not willing to:

1) pay a trainer to teach me

or 2) look like a moron flailing around ignorantly on elliptical or other complicated machinery!

This makes me the perfect candidate for an aerobics class -- either land or water -- where they tell you what to do and your only job is to do it and not die.

My usual weekday class is on a bit of an end-of-summer hiatus for a couple weeks, while the teacher recuperates from months of listening to endless moaning and groaning from the resident dorks.

Since they opted not to call in a sub to put up with us, I have been forced to find something else to fill the void.

Hey, I have a great idea. Let's try spinning!!!!!

Oh yeah, baby. I rock. I roll. I do the stroll. And I can get on a damned stationary bike!


The non-working-hours classes are all at 6 a.m.

*Deep breath*

Ok, I can still do this. Cuz I rock. I roll ... yeah, you get the idea.

Tuesday was the day I selected to start this new plan.

Monday night, I carefully laid out all the necessary materials.

Gym clothes? Check.

Gym shoes and socks? Check.

Bag packed with necessary change of clothes for work? Check.

Bathing suit so I could jump in the pool after sweating my brains out on a bike? Check.

Toiletries, makeup, etc., so I can look beauteous at my fabulous workplace? Check.

Time for bed, Janet. Set your alarm so you can arrive on time. In fact, set it a little earlier so you can arrive five minutes early (as required for a newbie) to get situated.

Hmmm. What time should I get up? To be there by 5:55 ... 5:30? 5:15?

Ah, I told myself, 5:25.


With my alarm set, I snuggled up to the Wonderhubby, drifted off to sleep and dreamed good dreams of 15-pound weight losses and finally having a defined waist.

Tuesday morning, I woke to the sweet lips of WH, kissing me good morning and goodbye, as he does EVERY morning before he leaves for work at the crack of dawn. (Don't you wish you were married to him? Can't have him. He's mine!)

I sighed, turned over and looked through half-closed eyes at the clock.

6:05 a.m.


Yup. I missed my class. And, you might ask, how did this happen?

Yeah. That's how.

My daughter's got NOTHIN' on me ...


swampy said...

I can't imagine why you missed class. Your alarm was set 12 hours early, so that should have been ample time to get there.
I've done that programming my coffee to "go off" so I can have instant caffeine...and don't notice the p.m. and a.m. light.

Burgh Baby said...

I can't even tell you how many times I've done that. It's to the point that I don't use an alarm and just rely on an insane Bulldog to wake me up in the morning. It's sad, really.

Janet said...

I'm so blond, I didn't get it until I read your first comment! LMAO!

LceeL said...

That's BLOND. That REDHEADED. And, apparently, that's BALD, too. I'm just sayin'.

Marmarbug said...

BRUAHAHAHAHAHA! I do that SO much it is sad really.

Janet said...

See, it's the universe telling you that getting up at 5:25 AIN'T RIGHT!!!!!

nikki said...

I can safely say we've all done that once or twice!!

Melissa said...

Don't feel bad. I do it all the time. :)

Immoral Matriarch said...

LOL! Well I think it's wonderful that you'd even sign up for a 6am spinning class! I'm still rolling around and trying to sleep at the point. :)

Momo Fali said...

Whoops! I think I might be pleased if I made that mistake!

Kaytabug said...

LMAO! It took me a minute to see your error. I looked at all your alarms several times before I noticed the PM! I told you I'm a closet blonde!

Burfica said...

hahahaha my son sets his alarm for p.m. all the time.

Hubby kisses me goodbye and gives me hugs and rubs every morning when he leaves.

Although my famous one's are, I will wake up at 5:30, and start screaming to my husband he's gonna be late, kick him out of bed, get him headed out the door for work, then he realizes it's Saturday or Sunday and I just screwed up his sleeping in. ummmmm Ooooops

Catwoman said...

I don't think this makes you blond. I think it makes you human. said...

Maybe Plurk's partially to blame, too? You've been waking up to chat with us.

kimberly said...

this happens to me on a regular basis. in fact, i will, on occasion, wake up in the middle of the night to check to see if i set the coffee pot to am, or pm!
Sharing the pain with you!

Susan said...

I am a natural blond and I have gone a step further...I have a button on my alarm clock that changes the hour up when you hit it. So of course one morning I go to hit the snooze button and also hit the hour button. Then when I put my glasses on and see the time I freek out thinking I am an hour late until I get into my car and see that clock. Talk about confusing!!!

Jess said...

I do that all the time. I always wonder why the hell my alarm doesn't go off and start cursing at electronics and how they never work... until I hear beeping at 7 pm and I feel like an idiot.

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