The Notorious B.A.T. (original) (raw)

The work week was relatively uneventful and average, but not busy, which is exactly how I like it.

Christine and I managed to make it to the gym three nights this past week, which is a very good thing. Last week I only went one night because my ass was finally being kicked by the cold I had been trying to fight off for the past month.

Christine guilt tripped me into going to her kickboxing class with her on Wednesday. I normally just do an hour on the eliptacle ski machine thingy where I can work out by myself, in peace, with my headphones plugged into the news or whatever. Classes generally annoy me because I don't like participating with large groups of people that I don't know and probably wouldn't like if I did. I'm also terribly uncoordinated and lack anything resembling rythm. I can't even do the electric slide without fucking up. So any sort of exercise class with any sort of complicated aerobic routine makes me feel at best self conscious and at worst completely humiliated. Christine, with her outgoing nature, doesn't understand why I don't want to participate in such activities and takes my unwillingness to do so as personal rejection. So anyway....I went because she made me feel bad and because she promised she'd leave me alone if I didn't like it. I didn't.

I guess it's probably a good thing that Christine isn't as anti-social as I am. But sometimes I just wish she'd understand that I'm self conscious and easily embarrased and I don't like to do things that openly display my lack of coordination in public. I have to be drunk and/or around people I know and am comfortable with before I will attempt to dance in public. She gets hurt and upset when I won't go to kickboxing classes or dance with her like I'm refusing to do it in a deliberate attempt to hurt her feelings. I try to explain this to her and she seems to think that I should still humiliate myself in public if I love her. I tend to feel that if she loved me she wouldn't ask me to do something that I feel self conscious and humiliated about, but I don't think that occurs to her. Girls seem to be good at doing things like that.

In other news, my sisters and I fixed dinner for my parents yesterday for their birthdays (which are both a day apart). I roasted a leg of lamb with apricot stuffing. It was my first time fixing lamb and it turned out quite well. I marinated it overnight in an olive oil, garlic, rosemary, and red wine mixture. My dad helped me de-bone it so we could add the stuffing. We saved the bone for my sister's dog, which I hope was enjoyed and appreciated.

I swear, my dad and I should start a restaurant. We're both such good cooks and such gourmets.

Spring seems to be coming a bit early this year. I've noticed the pear trees already have buds on them. I really hate the winters here because it never snows enough to make being cold worth it so I'll be glad when it gets warm and everything starts blooming. Plus warm weather=late night barbeques with friends and alcoholic beverages.