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I've never wanted Friday over so badly.

By revolutionaire.
More stuff for this terribly slow Friday afternoon.



This is for you guys who read/comment on my blog these days,

... got it from Shoebox Blog,

... who hooked me up with LOTD way back in the day,

... who coincidentally is the person I owe thanks for hooking me up with the majority of the people who comment on my blog now.


Anyway, here's the stuff I wanted to share. Since I'm working out and realizing I love exercise for fun, not just the goal, I can get a good laugh out of the ridiculous and absurd fads that actually become acceptable to society in the world of wellness, fitness, and mostly weight loss. Here's SBB's funny list.

The Next Fitness Craze
10:20 am

* Twittercize
* Wall Street CEO kicking
* Pinatas!
* Pills n’ lattes
* Smooth Jazzercise
* Chasing down food. On foot. Because you can’t afford to go to a
fancy grocery store.
* Being hunted by Dick Cheney
* Lifting a few things from the store
* Speed undressing
* Hemp sickles
* Grapefruit and brownie diet, but without the grapefruit
* Barhopping where you actually hop


And then ...


The Next Fitness Craze, Part 2
10:26 am

* Only eat what you find in mustache
* Becoming a Nachoterian
* Squat thrusts in the unemployment line
* Spinny Step Climber Tastics!
* Watching the Wall Street ticker for 20 minutes a day
* Climbing to the back row of a stadium seating theater
* Ducking and weaving while talking with Chris Brown
* Blogging to the Oldies
* Drink ups
* Sagging economy lifts
* Eat whatever you can lick off a burning grill
* Scream yourself thin
* Rocky Montage, but with you instead of Rocky
* Vodkarobics

Comments

Samsmama said…
I'm very interested in the vodkarobics...
April 3, 2009 at 1:13 PM
revolutionaire. said…
me too, Maryann, me too. =]
April 3, 2009 at 2:05 PM
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