I Love You Not Beyond Reason

On my first day of Christmas Break(where I didn't have to work) I actually took the time to sit down and watch a movie. After getting up at 530 to catch a flight I wasn't about to run to the store to rent on and the OnDemand Menu's best option was Much Ado About Nothing.
I'm not one to sit and read Shakespere just for some good jollies, but I really do enjoy his plays and seeing them acted out.
I had never watched the whole movie before, but I absolutely loved it. Not only did it have my favorite Keanu Reeves(He's so dreamy) and some other big namers like Denzel and Emma T., it also was filmed in my most favorite place in the world. After a long argument with Truth about where it was filmed Napa or Italy, I was victorious in our litigation and reaped all the benefits as only a victor could.
Maybe because I haven't really watched all that many movies lately, but for some reason this movie was so funny. It was full of witty banter and I couldn't stop laughing. I also noticed how much the English language has changed since then. We're really killing it slowly and surely. Of course it had my favorite line "O, that I were a man" by the wonderful Beatrice in her moment of grief.
I love the character of Beatrice. A strong, sassy mouthed single girl full of wit not taking crap from anyone("sounds like someone else I know" pipes in Truth), especially the equally sassy-mouthed Benedict. The relationship between Beatrice and Benedict was the best part of the movie. That and Michael Keaton as the idiot constable. After pretending to hate each other for so long the truth comes out that they they really love each other. At their wedding she said she loved him "Not beyond reason." It was hilarious! I would totally say something like that too.
I encourage all you non-commenting readers to go and watch this movie. You will laugh and learn as well.

The Winner is....Scottish Man

Well, it turns out the guy who bought it (was wearing a kilt) is doing his 4th Ironman triathalon. So what I thought was going to be an hour long church basketball embarrassment is now turning into an overnight, get up at 4 and wait three hours while he bikes, comes back to change and runs. Plus he mentioned something about me having to paint his body with numbers. I don't know really what he's talking about, but I'm so excited. Maybe it will encourage me to do a mini triathalon like a sprint.

I just want to see how it works. I am really excited he bought it, because he will totally love all the support I can give him. Good thing too. Now other people want to come watch him compete, so maybe I will be President of his fan club as well. (another resume booster) How many people could write that?

"President of Scottish Man's Fan Club" Duration:1 ironman event

Duties included:

One monogramed towel
One Capri Sun Hydration Unit
Orange Flavored Slices
One hand made poster decorated to meet his specific sporting needs
Photography of the event (including one framed picture)
All out cheering and total embarrassment of myself, just to make Scottish man look good.
Organizing of all other cheerleaders and fan mail.
Waking up super early and painting his body with numbers

I look forward to the challenge. And yes, my dignity did go for cheap.

Your Biggest Fan

For my ward's service auction this Saturday I thought this would be a creative thing I would provide and have fun doing:

"Your Biggest Fan

I will attend one sporting event that you are competing in and provide the ultimate emotional support and encouragement to ensure your sporting success. This includes:

One monogramed towel
One Capri Sun Hydration Unit
Orange Flavored Slices
One hand made poster decorated to meet your specific sporting needs
Photography of the event (including one framed picture)
All out cheering and total embarrassment of myself, just to make you look good.

This can also be applied to watching your favorite sports team if desired. Certain terms and restrictions due apply.
I will not support LA Lakers, Oakland Raiders or Ottawa Senators due to personal preferences."

Let's hope that my dignity doesn't come cheap.

My Own Personal Bob

So the other day I was at the gym and the Biggest Loser happened to be on. I have a strong affinity for this show because my cousin was a contestant on the 2nd season. She didn't win because she didn't lose a lot of weight after they found out she was pregnant. (If you guessed she was the one from Utah, give yourselves a big high five) But one thing I have always loved about the show is Bob, the blue trainer.
Not only is he super hot, he's uber-sweet. Yes, I know that we will never be together because of his preferences, but that's not why I love him. He just exudes support and advocates for his team members. Whether they win or lose, he loves them and its such a sweet thing to see from a trainer. I want them to lose weight so Bob will give them a hug and kiss. That's how much I love him.
One normally doesn't associated emotional encouragement from the guy who makes you do push ups, especially from a male. (no offense males, it's just not in your make-up to be that way) I often think of my basketball coach in high school, a retired drill sergeant who had absolutely no compassion for us and usually made his daughter run more.
But Bob is a rock of support for them and I just think he's great.
As I watched the show and awed at his love for the team as one was being kicked off, it made me think of my personal trainer. We'll call her Meena for security purposes. I recently signed up for a gym and didn't really like the people who worked there, but I was able to receive 6 trainings with a professional trainer. I thought it would be fun to see what someone else had to say, learn some new exercises or maybe get my own personal Bob.
We set up the first appt. where she determined my physical ability and how much I could lift and what my restrictions were(stupid knee=no running for me). The second session she kicked my trash and I was exhausted afterwards. I loved that workout, and I learned so much.
I thought things were going great.
We were well on our way to discussing traumatic childhood memories that lead me to overeat or crying together when my skinny jeans were too big for me or planning for that day when my best friend saw me again and we just start jumping up and down with excitement. Oh how I couldn't wait for our "Bob" moments to come.
That was 3 weeks ago and I haven't heard from her since. She hasn't returned any of my calls, and I'm wondering what did I do? I did everything she asked me too like a little puppy. I'm not new to the workout thing, but I was humble. I even did all the exercises I dislike doing like bicep curls and calf raises. I even did free weights! I hate free weights.
So one can only conclude that it wasn't meant to be. She wasn't the "Bob" for me after all. I continue to go to the gym regularly for my health, but it just isn't the same. I had such high dreams, big plans and long term goals. Oh well. I'm going to get my money back and write Bob a letter and tell him how wonderful he is.