A blogspot...and not a thing to say.

You know, Becky and Kris have made this look like so much fun-but I've come to the realization that you have to have kids or a life of some kind to make this interesting enough to read. I currently just have some crazy roommates and sweaty middle aged people to tell you about....and they don't keep treasure boxes or pose for pictures in Olympic curling positions, or anything, so already I fall short. (Refer to hansentx and kandswoolley) This could be the least read blogspot in the history of blogspots. I could tell everyone about my love/like interests, but imagine if my friends started looking at my blog! And yet...that's mostly what people want to know about at this point in my life, anyway. All of my secrets spilled out on a web page for anyone to read. Could lead to a life of singles wards 'til I die. I'll think about it. : /

So lets see, sweaty people: I am loving my job at the Alta Club. I'm the fitness director there and really don't mind coming to work everyday. It's a miracle! I have to say though, I'm running into some fun "leftovers" from the previous director that worked here. At least the members here are recognizing them as mistakes made before I showed up. Phewf.

I had a gentleman call me today saying he heard I was the new trainer and came highly recommended. ;) He told me he had a specific need with strengthening his buttocks. I was a little suspicious, but thought maybe he had an injury of some kind. When he continued and told me his boyfriend liked tight glutes I knew it was one of my clients...puke : / A client with which I recieve constant ribbing from. Don't worry everyone-he's married. When he sincerely asks me if anyone is giving me a hard time...like he's going to go and talk to them for me or something...I give him a sincere answer. "Yup. Your the only one." He thinks I'm kidding, and laughs. But I'm not kidding. I like him, though. He keeps things interesting. Seriously.

On the home front...I'm looking into making my room a safe...like the ones in casino's in Vegas. (Please refer to the movie Ocean's Eleven) My stuff keeps getting stolen and ruined. It's getting to be a little much. But it's a good lesson in patience and getting walked on. I live in a cool house, with a cool yard...and majority-pretty cool roommates, so as of right now I think I can survive a little longer. But ask me tommorrow and I may have a different answer.

P.S. Let's keep this blogspot limited to family and strangers only. No one give my roommates my blog address. This could be incriminating. ;)