I need a translator

I recently decided to go to my first Step Aerobics class at LA Fitness. I'm in pretty good shape, I used to take dance so I'm somewhat good at picking things like that up....so I thought. Apparently you need a translator to attend this class. See how everyone in the picture is in sync....add one Kristi and that picture is ruined.

Things I didn't know about step aerobics:
1. People who take step are dedicated, they come EVERY time and they know EVERY move....as in they look awesome and Kristi is facing the wrong direction while tripping over the step thingy.
2. You NEED to know the lingo.....phrases like "repeater three" and "corner corner knees" should be a part of your day to day speech......when you don't know what these things mean it causes you to decide to just step up on the bench and back off while the people around you are doing cool stuff.
3. It causes you to sweat....a LOT. As in I was embarrassed to go from the aerobics room to the main gym area because people would see the huge sweat ring on my chest.

All that said it was a really good workout, and I did return for a second session which went a little better than the first.

Something to entertain you at work

My sister showed me this link today and I found it highly amusing. It's a message board called FMyLife where people can post funny things that have happened to them recently. Sad, but I did get a lot of enjoyment out of the misery of others.

Big News!

I bought a ticket to fly to Northern Ireland to volunteer for the month of August! Yipeeeee!

My future personal ad

I recently received a very nice "Tell Us What You Think" message from a customer I helped last week. Basically when you finish a sale you are supposed to write your name on the receipt and ask them to visit our website to rate your service. This was my first one, and to tell you the truth it made me feel pretty good.....that was until I saw the "description" line where the customer is asked to describe the associate. The following is going to be used in my personal ad should I ever post one:

Description: Heavy-set (ouch!), long, straight hair (am I long or is my hair?), dirty blond (when I hear that all I can think is dirty), fair (true), clear complexion (the one part I consider to be complimentary)

So there you have it, Kristi in a nut shell. I'm sure the prospects will be lining up based on that description.

Something's Missing

As most of you know I often go to the gym before work. This means I have to shower at the gym, which is not too bad really. The only bad thing is my memory....as evident by my forgetting socks and on one occasion shoes to wear to work. Last week I did it again, only this time it was not a clothing issue. Instead I forgot to bring a towel....and I realized this after my workout. It is this reason that caused me to casually go up to nearly every paper towel dispenser in LA Fitness so I could slowly and secretly load up on paper towels so I could dry off after my shower. I did manage to pack in enough to get myself sorted out, however all I could think about is how the "Naked Asian Lady" does the same thing, because for some reason she does not even bother to bring a towel to the gym....ever.

A Slight Obsession

Ever since my road trip with Jackie I have been on a search for these pretzels we bought at some random gas station in New Jersey. I've checked Target, Walmart, Tom Thumb, and EVERY gas station I actually go into. These things can NOT be found. So, if by chance you come across a bag of Rold Gold Pretzel Waves with Vanilla Yogurt Drizzle, buy a package for yourself.....and a second one for me. Although lets be honest, I'm not gonna see that bag because they are so good you will most likely eat both bags yourself.

A Situation

So today I was sitting watching You've Got Mail when I heard a sound I thought was leaking water. I walked around the house looking for a puddle somewhere and found nothing, so I went back to watching the movie. About 30 minutes later I heard this sound again.....this led me to believe I was not as crazy as I was thinking I was. I start walking around the house again looking for the source of the noise when I see something moving on the floor out of the corner of my eye.

It was a bird! In the house! On the floor! AND I was home alone!

Those of you who know me know I HATE BIRDS! Needless to say this freaked me out, but at the same time I felt sorry for the bird. My first reaction was to text Catherine, she tried to convince me that I could help the bird by putting it in a box until my dad got home. I didn't like that idea as it involved me touching the bird, so I called Jackie....she did not answer her phone! I left her a message briefing her on my situation with strict instructions to call me back.

I couldn't sit in the house knowing the bird was in the next room so I found a box, a pair of my mom's gardening gloves and sat down in front of the TV to psych myself up for the challenge. 10 minutes later I walked over to help the bird.....I use the word help loosely in this case. With box ready in hand I reached down for the bird, but it started flapping around and got one birdie foot latched onto the side of my box. I tried to set the box down, but that meant putting the box on its tail feathers....this was no good. After 20 seconds or so the bird perched on the side of the box. By this point I was so traumatized I set the box down and let the bird be. I also decided I did not really want to be in the house with the bird so I proceeded outside to wash my car until my parents came home. 20 minutes later I walked back in and peeked around the corner to find the bird was no longer on the box! It had found a new perch on the toy chest.

When my parents came home my dad calmly walked over to the bird, cupped his hands around it, walked outside and let it fly away. If only I had inherited those genes.