What are you trying to say Daddy???

My Dad sent me a link to an article about a blog. here's one line....

"Blog" itself is short for "weblog," which is short for "we blog because we weren't very popular in high school and we're trying to gain respect and admiration without actually having to be around people."

I wonder what he's trying to say?

http://www.wired.com/news/columns/0,71720-0.html?tw=rss.index

Working Out

I walked this morning - with Mogy. And Ange. And Maria.

Then I went to work.

Then I came home and walked to the gym for my weekly personal training session.

• 60 Hindu squats
• 60 more....
• 12 push-ups (real ones)
• 10 more....
• 12 more ....
• 10 times down and up the stairs with a weighted ball over my head
• 5 times more...
• 5 times 30 second sprints on the stationary bike at over 100 rpm
• 3 times 30 second sprints on the treadmill at full elevation - who knows how slow/fast - probably slow

And after that I was BUGGERED! Had to sit on a chair to get my breath back - couldn't IMAGINE doing it all at a mile high - my lungs were fighting it all as it was.

Then I had to walk home. It's not far - only takes 10-12 minutes really. But I am buggered.

Def: Buggered: 1. broken; ruined; spoiled. 2. tired; exhausted. 3. euphemism for damned.

Yep - that's me. Buggered. #1 and #2 are the good matches.

Once I recover, I have to (sorry - get to) go to my guitar lesson. I can't remember the last one, so it looks like I should STOP BLOGGING and start thinking about the guitar.

Perhaps once I recover. Still buggered. Got my breath back, but can't think about moving yet.

Think I'll blog about the Swans next. Need to find a great shot of us at a Swans game. It won't be hard.

OK - I've procrastinated enough. Off I go. Hope you enjoyed this. Maybe it will inspire you to go get active, too. Or more. Or whatever. See ya!

How quickly will Steve Irwin jokes surface?

[Updated with new image - here they come!!!!]

As crude as it is... the jokes are just waiting to be told. The Aussie Jacques Cousteau... Steve Irwin, has passed away. 44 years young.

Words of sorrow aside - and there will be plenty of them - the man, the freak, this crazy Aussie deserves some good internet jokes - and, personally, I think they should start right now.

(I waited an hour, folks. At first I thought that there should be a 24 hour waiting period, but, what the heck - Steve-o would've wanted us to use every minute of life in us to look for the fun stuff - the things we enjoy. First in best dressed my husband would say.)

But I'm not a good joke teller. I really only know one joke. There's this priest, and it's his first day in the priesthood....

In the office we've wondered if Steve-o is an organ donor. And we've decided that since his heart gave out, that it probably isn't available anyway. But, if he is an organ donor, (under threat of lightening striking us down immediately) we wondered if his crazy DNA will start to influence the new host? Would his kidneys save a life but slowly and surely turn the person into a crazy croc-wrestling yobbo?

(I found it hard to find an image of steve-o without a croc, so I just gave in and picked this one. Hope the copyright owner is OK with that.)

We feel bad for his wife Terri - for so many reasons, but in particular - she's trekking in the wilderness of Tassie - does she know?

But at least Steve-o died doing what he loved to do. The tele-movie is sure to come out in the next few months. So as the jokes are exposed, as people quietly decide that the waiting period is over, please share them - add them to this blog and let's see how many are out there.

Rest in peace, Steve-o.