<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:29:22.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't People Get a Clue?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-8398107386999935872</id><published>2009-02-09T12:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:12:01.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more bad foods</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I do my best to keep a healthy and well rounded diet.  Besides the fact that I am overweight, I do not eat like many "obese" people eat.  I don't eat fast foods, I eat tons of fruits and veggies (that are NOT loaded with butter or any kind of fat), and I do my best to steer clear of any kind of processed foods and restaurants that serve processed foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this past weekend, I have gotten the final confirmation that I cannot eat crappy foods...its just not worth it.  I ate a TON of carbs this past weekend, I don't know why, or how, but I did.  Today I am paying for it.  I have felt nausea since yesterday and been feeling a little funny all day.  Kinda like I am gonna have another panic attack or something.  I believe it has to do with the crap that I ate this weekend, and not drinking enough water, and not frequenting the gym as I usually do.  I don't know what it was, but on sunday i would not stop grazing...it was TERRIBLE.  I ate a lotta bread...I love bread, but we all know...gluten is BAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight, when i get home, I am gonna go to the gym, workout, and feel better.  And come home to a nice healthy dinner.  No more bad foods for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-8398107386999935872?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/8398107386999935872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=8398107386999935872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/8398107386999935872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/8398107386999935872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-bad-foods.html' title='No more bad foods'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-5148399614501696096</id><published>2008-05-20T08:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:43:12.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did the right thing, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    So friday was a whirlwind of a day.  I had tons of personal errands to get done, tidy the condo, and get stuff for my friend Melanie's bridal shower (which was a hit, btw).  In my travels I went to BJ's to get some bruschetta for the shower.  As I am walking from the parking lot to the wholesale market I notice something green on the floor, as I get closer I notice it is a woman's wallet.  I pick it up and immediately look at the ID to see if the owner is anywhere in sight.  There were 2 women packing up a car in the parking lot, and the ID picture did not match either one of them.  So I took the wallet into the store with me and headed straight for the customer service desk.  The line was a mile long so I went over to the "supervisor" desk.  I asked the woman behind the desk if they had a lost and found.  She didn't really tell me yes or no, but said, how can I help you.  I told her that I found this wallet in the parking lot and handed it to her.  I was a little bit shocked when she didn't say thank you or anything for the fact that I turned it in.  Another supervisor came over once I started walking away and the woman asked what that was all about.  The original supervisor stated that someone found a wallet, she was said, "OMG, there are still good honest people in this world."  Well at least someone responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if BJ's tried to contact the owner of the wallet, I didn't get her name, all I was able to get from the ID was that she was from Manchester, MA.  Where the hell is that?!  Oh well.  I proceed to tell my boyfriend this story and he asked if there was money in the wallet and also if I took it.  I told him, the thought didn't even cross my mind to look no less take.  He said he probably would have taken the cash and turned in the rest of the wallet.  What would you have done?  I always think if I were the one that lost my wallet, I would be going mad looking for it and worrying someone is going to steal my identity and have a field day with my amex card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day gets better.  Later that evening I go to Stop &amp;amp; Shop and head straight to the self checkout, as I only had 4 items.  Before I begin scanning my items, I look down and notice that someone had left a $20 bill in the change slot.  I take the bill out and place it on the register.  I look around and no other customers are around.  I actually contemplated this time pocketing the $20 bill.  Then I realized, with my luck, this is some sort of police sting operation and I can get arrested for pety larceny since technically the money is property of the store.  So I ring up my items, pay for them and pack them up.  I flag down the cashier girl responsible for the self checkout registers and tell her someone left their change in the machine and hand her the $20.  She informs me that people do that all the time and thanks me for being honest.  I went home and played mega millions in the hopes of winning since I was finding money all around town that day.  To my dismay, I did not win :(   But I did the right thing turning in the wallet and money.  Hopefully my "right thing to do" will some back to me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-5148399614501696096?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/5148399614501696096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=5148399614501696096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5148399614501696096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5148399614501696096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-right-thing-right.html' title='I did the right thing, right?'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-4764129649885901591</id><published>2008-04-14T07:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:03:18.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World of War Craft Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World of War Craft,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I created my own character with much resistance.  My boyfriend insisted that I at least just try the game.  I am one to admit when I am wrong.  So, I was wrong.  I actually am enjoying your game thus far, although, I cannot see myself playing for 4-12 hours straight, but an hour or two here and there will be more my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family, friends and colleagues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;I promise not to dress up like my character (a Paladin, she's adorable), unlike this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiuGi2I_C0g/SANF7_pvc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zg8he5Fp1pY/s1600-h/162763-500-375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiuGi2I_C0g/SANF7_pvc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zg8he5Fp1pY/s320/162763-500-375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189068092662051730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise not to speak like I have a retainer in my mouth and proceed to spit on people as I talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise not to "damage" people as I walk down the street instead of swearing at them; like I currently do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise to continue to shower daily and keep a clean home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise I will still continue on with daily life and go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise I will NOT become a sloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise to still go out and have fun with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise to still play pogo weekly to achieve my badges as I do now;  Nothing can take the place of Thousand Island Solitaire in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise I will not use that heavy duty geek jargon.  (ie.  I am going to 4000000 damage you with my priestess hammer and battlestar galactica your ass along with the entire region of Westfall.  Every gnome, rogue, dwarf will be ruled by my mignon  (who's name is soultaker).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Karen :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-4764129649885901591?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/4764129649885901591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=4764129649885901591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/4764129649885901591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/4764129649885901591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-of-war-craft-part-ii.html' title='World of War Craft Part II'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiuGi2I_C0g/SANF7_pvc5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Zg8he5Fp1pY/s72-c/162763-500-375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-7298147886667687086</id><published>2008-04-08T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:30:35.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World of War Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear World of War Craft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please let me have my boyfriend back.  I'll even make a deal, you can have him during the week, but I want him on friday evenings, saturdays and sundays.  Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kind Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-7298147886667687086?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/7298147886667687086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=7298147886667687086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7298147886667687086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7298147886667687086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-of-war-craft.html' title='World of War Craft'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-3781494299010577014</id><published>2008-03-12T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:01:41.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend...I met Commie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend I accompanied my good friend Bill to a wedding.  It was a friend of his from high school and also his neighbor growing up.  I should note as well that this was my first ever New Hampshire wedding.  Bill, being the single bachelor that he is, was hoping to see some "fly honey's" and possibly meet someone, cause they do say that weddings are great places to meet people.  I personally think that is a load of crap.  Anyways, I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the chapel in Nashua which is very cute and quaint, would maybe consider getting married there myself, if it wasn't in New Hampshire.  As we are sitting there waiting for the ceremony to start, I see a young lady walk in.  The first thing about her that catches my eye is that she is wearing a hounds tooth suit (skirt and blazer) with a matching houndstooth purse.  Now, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;have to search high and low to find something like that....I mean more matching than the houndstooth.  Then I notice the rest of her outfit....white tights and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK COMBAT BOOTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Like really....really....wtf is up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jest my friend and say, she is def the one for him.  We laugh, it was kinda funny.  ALthough, it gets better....after cocktail hour (which cocktail hour should consist of more than cheese and crackers), we make our way into the reception room/area.  Who else walks in front of us but combat boot girl, we'll call her Commie for short.  I joke with Bill that there goes his new girlfriend....and he responds with..."just you wait, bet you she will be sitting at our table."  We get to our table, and Damn It!  Bill was right.  And I had to sit next to Commie.  Granted, she was a very nice person, but really, really....the boots, who wears those boots to a nice wedding.  Her boots weren't the only thing that needed to go, but also her blazer.  It was okay on her while she was standing up, but after she sat down, it was too small.  I know how that feels and I really felt for her, but I also don't think I have ever gone anywhere in which I didn't test out my "outfit" before leaving the house.  Regardless, as she sat, her buttons/snaps popped open and I saw flesh....yes, flesh....YUCK!  I did say something to her about her button being open, and she thanked me.  I know I would def want to know if I had something bad going on with my outfit.  I felt bad for teasing Bill about her for a little while cause she truly seemed like a very nice person, but then, I stopped.  She began telling jokes about gobblins and medieval stuff....that's where I couldn't help myself anymore.....the name Commie had stuck, and I just had to tell you all about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-3781494299010577014?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/3781494299010577014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=3781494299010577014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/3781494299010577014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/3781494299010577014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-weekendi-met-commie.html' title='This weekend...I met Commie!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-7534559193985505793</id><published>2008-03-12T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:55:19.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!  They read my mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So yesterday I went to the gym, as usual.  As I am at the foot of the stairs to go to the second floor, I notice this HUGE board that is as tall as I am (not a big feat).  The title of the board was, "PROPER GYM ETIQUETTE."  I am not kidding!  I think someone has finally read my mind.  It had all sorts of stuff on it, like water fountain etiquette (no lips or spit on the fountain discharge), locker room etiquette (no naked people, please), wiping down machines when you are done etiquette (cause I don't want your germs), no sparkly shoe lace etiquette (cause that's just bad)....okay, maybe I lied about that one.  But FINALLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, wonder what made them post this in plain sight of everyone.  Overall, most people are respectful and know what the deal is, however, I guess there are enough people, like sparkles and the moanin' mama, that called a need for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have high hopes for the posting of etiquette, but at least its effort and worth a try.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-7534559193985505793?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/7534559193985505793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=7534559193985505793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7534559193985505793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7534559193985505793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-they-read-my-mind.html' title='FINALLY!!!  They read my mind!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-6890711531077760280</id><published>2008-02-18T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:32:55.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents Day!</title><content type='html'>Well...it has been a long time since my last post, which just tells you that I have been very busy at work, and have not had a chance to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the only person of all my friends to be working?!  what is up with that?  Stupid company...only 8 holidays per year!  UGH!!!  I'm pissed, I can be at home, studying for my exam, but no, instead, I am here, at work, writing my blog, reading other blogs, and doing stupid contractor shop submittals...like really....really...I need a 3 day weekend like everyone else sometimes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-6890711531077760280?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/6890711531077760280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=6890711531077760280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/6890711531077760280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/6890711531077760280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2008/02/presidents-day.html' title='Presidents Day!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-5383568564448264608</id><published>2007-12-04T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:16:12.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I F-in HATE Lazy People.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like the overweight, out of shape women that work on the second floor of my office building that  REFUSE to take the stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WTF!!!!  Listen, bitches, I work on the 5th floor...yes, the 5th floor and I walk up those stairs AT LEAST once a day, usually when I first get in.  I just don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a creature of habit and of routine.  I wake up, go to the gym, shower, get in my car and go to work.  I go to the cafeteria to pick up my skim milk to go with my total raisin bran and fiber one medley that I am going to eat at my desk for breakfast.  9 times out of 10, I walk up to the 5th floor from the 1st floor.  But that 1 time out of 10 that I take the elevator is because I have tons of bags/stuff with me that I would probably topple backwards and kill myself hiking the stairs.  And you know what?!  EVERY SINGLE F-IN TIME that I take the elevator there is some lazy ass bitch with her sausage, egg and cheese on a bagel, or with her muffin, that she just got from the cafeteria, and she is taking the elevator to the SECOND FLOOR!!!!  Are you kidding me?!!!!  There are exactly 27 steps to the second floor, I counted, 27 is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the woman this morning....I get my skim milk, I take the elevator because I have my lunch box, my purse, my milk, and my backpack with text books so i can study for my exam at work.  This woman gets into the crowded elevator that is going 'express' to the 5th floor;  everyone in there was going to the 5th, then she was like, "2, please."  2 please?!  2 Please?!  are you kidding me?  Thankfully there was another woman in the elevator who's lips were faster than mine and blurted out, "You know, you could have taken the stairs for God's sake."  She responds with, "I'm not ready for the stairs yet."  Lady, its 7:40 a.m!!!!  Of course, could i keep my mouth shut?  Nope.  "Not ready yet?  I have already gone to the gym this morning, but yet, you aren't ready yet...."  Yup, I'm a mean person, but whatever, she could use to burn a few calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am over weight, but I do my best to burn a few extra calories throughout the day since I have a desk job.  I dunno, I just don't get it.  Why can't these hens get a clue?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-5383568564448264608?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/5383568564448264608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=5383568564448264608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5383568564448264608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5383568564448264608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-f-in-hate-lazy-people.html' title='I F-in HATE Lazy People.....'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-7715734337414245386</id><published>2007-11-07T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:44:45.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Attire Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WTF is up with people that don't know how to dress for the gym?!  Before I explain any further, I want to first say to my Asian friends, I love you all, and I know that this entry is not true for all Asians, just this one idiot in particular (well, maybe a few others, but not many).  And Angela, no, you are not white :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I was telling my roommate about this other woman at the gym, who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; does not have a clue.  There is this Asian woman, possibly in her mid 30's, can't really tell.  She has standard gym attire, dumpy t-shirt and shorts, but then come the shoes.  She wears Adidas Shelltops...like really...really, is she trying to take the place of Jam Master Jay in Run DMC?!  I mean, sista, c'mon now, you can get a nice pair of saucony's, nike's, or adidas at Modell's for like $30.  Does she not realize that when she is trying to run, walk, etc, that she is not getting the right support from her sneaker?  I don't get it.  But today....today topped it off....She had a pair of "non-workout" sneakers on, maybe sketchers or something with yellow shoelaces that had sparkles in them!!!  WTF, is she practicing to play the part of Tinkerbell in some play!  UGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better....she has this way of stretching and doing weights.  She bounces when she stretches....didn't we learn at some point in the 80's that this was bad?  Static stretching works best.  Also, she does things like kalesthetics, I don't understand, like I said to my roommate, maybe it is part of her wanna-be tai chi routine.  I can't say that I am the perfect gym person, and I wouldn't even come close to calling myself a gym rat, but there is common sense at the gym.  As I am observing her, I am afraid she is going to pull a muscle, throw out her back, etc.  Its the same feeling (melanie will understand this one), when you watch people use the rowing machine at the gym, they are soooo not doing it the right way!!!!!  I know I am harsh, but really....why can't people get a clue?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-7715734337414245386?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/7715734337414245386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=7715734337414245386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7715734337414245386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7715734337414245386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/11/gym-attire-part-i.html' title='Gym Attire Part I'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-7385097270925239536</id><published>2007-10-31T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:46:36.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foodie/Fat Girls Dream!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;For those of you that don't know...I love this website that my friend Naomi introduced me to....Hungry-girl.com;  that is not the fat girls dream come true...well kinda, but its not the one I am talking about.  I am talking about the information that I received from HG's daily newsletter today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...While fiber is considered a carb (and the grams of fiber are included in the total carbs listed on labels and packages), the calories from fiber are not absorbed by the body. So, many products subtract the calories that come from fiber from the total number of calories listed. For example, if you used your little equation to figure out the calories in a serving of Fiber One -- adding up the calories from 2g of protein (8 cals), 25g of carbs (100 cals) and 1g of fat (9 cals) -- you would come up with 117 calories per 1/2-cup serving. But since F1 has 14g of fiber per serving, you can subtract 56 calories from that total number (4 calories for each gram of fiber), which leaves you with 61 calories (rounded down to 60 on the box's label). This is pretty standard for high-fiber foods these days, and it's the reason the nutritionals on the package (as well as in recipes made with the stuff) don't always add up. The important thing to remember here is that those calories from fiber are NOT absorbed by the body, so no need to panic and add them all back in if you are counting calories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiber subtracts calories?!?!?!  OMG, this is my dream come true...something that SUBTRACTS calories.  Ok, I know, I'm a little over excited, and I know I'm still intaking calories from eating high-fiber foods, but work with me here.  No one has ever told me this!!! YAY!!! I &lt;3 Fiber One!  But for those of you that are curious (and not really loving Fiber One), here are some other high fiber foods.... http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/high-fiber-foods/NU00582  (THANKS SAM!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am the one that got a clue...YAY ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-7385097270925239536?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/7385097270925239536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=7385097270925239536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7385097270925239536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/7385097270925239536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/10/foodiefat-girls-dream.html' title='A Foodie/Fat Girls Dream!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-5008377620757618701</id><published>2007-10-30T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:32:45.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you asking cause you care or.....what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what annoys me?  People that ask how you are and how the family is...blah blah blah, when really...i mean really...all they want you to do is ask them the same question so that they can go off and tell you how miserable their life is.  They are the type that will bitch to anyone that will listen.  I, unfortunately, know one of these people, and like them overall, but sometimes, I want to just come out and say, "Are you asking me cause you truly care?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I grasp the whole part of asking to be polite, that is a part of daily life.  But when people ask you, "How are you doing?" the answer is supposed to be, "I'm well, and you?" but with some people, its not.  To them, they feel that they should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt; answer it.  I just wanna be like, "Lady, I got my own problems, I don't need to hear yours, I was simply just asking to be polite."  Granted, it is one thing when a friend, a good friend asks you, cause they truly do care, but its another when its a co-worker, an acquaintance, you know?  Not to mention, this person that i know, has a miserable life, well only cause the thrive on self-pity, you know what I mean?  And, I can bet, this person has more money that Roosevelt ever did and yet, they complain about how expensive things are.  Listen, you can die tomorrow, and where is all your money gonna go?  And honestly, i hope you live a long life, but I don't want to spend a portion of my life listening to how "tragic" yours is.   GOT IT?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, better now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-5008377620757618701?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/5008377620757618701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=5008377620757618701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5008377620757618701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/5008377620757618701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-asking-cause-you-care-orwhat.html' title='Are you asking cause you care or.....what?!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-4775618436140815572</id><published>2007-10-25T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:25:25.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....I thought you meant 'those' lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Prostitutes Sew Lips Together In Bolivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"A PAZ (Reuters) - Prostitutes in the Bolivian city of El Alto sewed their lips together on Wednesday as part of a hunger strike to demand that the mayor reopen brothels and bars ordered closed after violent protests by residents last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We are fighting for the right to work and for our families' survival," Lily Cortez, leader of the El Alto Association of Nighttime Workers, told local television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tomorrow we will bury ourselves alive if we are not immediately heard. The mayor will have his conscience to answer to if there are any grave consequences, such as the death of my comrades," she said, surrounded by about 10 prostitutes who had sewn their lips together with thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some 30 other women were shown fasting inside a medical clinic nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayor Fanor Nava told local radio he would not reopen the brothels and bars closed after city residents fed up with underage drinking and crime stormed the red-light district in El Alto, an impoverished city just north of La Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prostitution in Bolivia is legal but pimping is outlawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student activists who want the bars and brothels permanently shut down were also on a hunger strike, along with the leaders of an association representing bars, restaurants and karaoke establishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's not only us owners and the sex workers who are affected, there are thousands of waiters, cooks, bartenders, taxi drivers and street vendors who will be without income," said Ramiro Orellana, spokesman for the business group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El Alto is one of the largest urban areas in Bolivia, with nearly 1 million inhabitants, mostly Aymara and Quechua Indians."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whichever set of lips they sewed together, business is still down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-4775618436140815572?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/4775618436140815572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=4775618436140815572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/4775618436140815572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/4775618436140815572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/10/ohi-thought-you-meant-those-lips.html' title='Oh....I thought you meant &apos;those&apos; lips'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-8191188418498166957</id><published>2007-10-24T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:49:32.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pathetic Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this time, I am the one that needs to get a clue.  It has been about 3 weeks now that I have been coming home and turning on Channel 29 and watching Law &amp;amp; Order:  SVU and Criminal Intent.  Like, what the hell is up with that?!  I started watching it one day since my roommate Angela was watching it, now, its like my addiction with the Golden Girls, I just can't get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean, lets evaluate, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; end up solving the murder and figuring it out, so why do I keep tuning in?  And on SVU, I can't stand that blonde actress that plays the DA, she's so annoying and also, since when did Ice T stop making rap albums and become an actor?  And here's the rub, I really am starting to like Ice T's character and even turned to Ange last night and said, "You know, he's really not that bad of an actor."  And seriously....seriously, I have my PE (professional engineer) exam coming up in April of 2008, I really should be studying for that every night and not watching Vincent D'Onofrio play a gumshoe....oy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-8191188418498166957?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/8191188418498166957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=8191188418498166957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/8191188418498166957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/8191188418498166957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-pathetic-addiction.html' title='My Pathetic Addiction'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058923301944859291.post-6204616300084085998</id><published>2007-10-18T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:08:26.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Etiquette Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;So, I began going to the gym again this week.  Yay me!  I was starting to realize that round is clearly not a good look for me.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not actually Round, but I could lose a bit of weight.  Regardless, I am trying to do some self improvement here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to work out first thing in the morning.  Yes, at 5 am; and No, I'm not crazy.  Getting up is rough, but knowing that I can come home from work and sit on my ass in front of the TV until its bedtime , if I choose, is totally worth the 'rough' part of getting up.  About 6 or 7 months back I had decided to go with the early morning routine; it was nice, I enjoyed it.  I saw the same people every morning and it was quite pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I stop going to the gym?  Well, cause the weather became nicer and I began doing this "Couch to 5k" running program.  Its made for people that are couch potatoes and want to better themselves and get into a little running.  Well, for anyone that knows me, knows that I am the furthest thing from a couch potato, but, I have always claimed that running was against my religion and therefore couldn't do it.  I knew that this running thing would not be easy, but I am always up for a challenge, so I began running after work around the Fens.  And yes, I was able to work thru almost the whole program.  I missed the last week, and basically haven't worked out since mid September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets fast forward to two weeks ago, I realized that I hadn't renewed my membership at the gym and the weather was getting not so nice and the days were getting shorter.  So, I went to Marino, gave the little freshman work study my $425 and renewed my gym membership (which is a whole other story within itself).  Anyways, back to me re-starting to go to the gym this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go on Tuesday, all is good, really motivated for Wednesday.  Get there on Wednesday, thought, "Well I haven't done the arc trainer in a while, I sweat a lot on that, yeah, lets go with that for 45 minutes...I can totally make this part of my routine."  So here I am working out, blastin' some tunes, when all of a sudden I become paranoid because I have seen HER.  I had completely forgotten about HER!  Shit!  God Damn it!!  "God, please, please, please, I beg you not to have HER get on the machine next to me.  I have been nice to people lately, haven't i?"  Up the stairs she walks...she is clearly in my sight and she is eying the arc trainers as well.  At this point, I'm thinking, "I'm a dead woman.  Mom and dad, I love you, John I love you too....oh and Melanie, looks like you and Mike will have to entertain John in Vegas, cause I'll be in prison."  But thankfully, she passed me and moved on.  Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am sure you are asking who HER or SHE is.  Well, she is the 50's-ish woman who comes to the gym in the mornings as well.  She must be a professor or something.  So, what's her deal right?  Why am I paranoid when this woman comes around?  Well, cause SHE, my friends, does the unthinkable....SHE farts and moans all at the same time while working out...I shit you not!  I can understand older people may have some issues with gas, holding it in, etc.  Its okay, I can deal with that...but WTF is up with the moaning, she sounds like a porn star!!  Can she not f-in hear herself?  Lady, does your husband know you moan off the clock?  WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better.  She is the type of person at the gym...we ALL have encountered this person...that insists on getting on the machine right next to you!  Yes, there are 20 other machines, but nooooo, she has to get on the one right next to you.  If it is peak time at the gym, this rule does not come into effect, but really....like really, IT'S 5AM!!!  There are like 10 people in the gym if u count Omar and his help.  Many people would say, "Well, just make sure you don't get on the machine she usually uses."  Well Genius, she's a hopper, that's right, she has no routine!!  She does something different everyday.  I have encountered her on the treadclimber, the arc trainer, the stairmaster and the elliptical.  I dunno, do you think its common courtesy, if the gym is empty, to leave one machine (at least) between you and the next person?  I dunno, maybe i'm the idiot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058923301944859291-6204616300084085998?l=whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/feeds/6204616300084085998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6058923301944859291&amp;postID=6204616300084085998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/6204616300084085998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058923301944859291/posts/default/6204616300084085998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whycantpeoplegetaclue.blogspot.com/2007/10/gym-etiquette-part-i.html' title='Gym Etiquette Part I'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
