Guess where I went last night.
I’ll give you a hint.
You know, I used to hate people who used their cell phone while working out. I would watch them chatting away as they were walking on the treadmill and think “Oh God, we get it, YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE AND ALSO A FRIEND. Now, hang up and concentrate on burning some fat, you can call your friend when you’re finished, dude.”
And now that I finally have a cell phone after years of NOT having a one, I’m all “I’m going to take a picture while I’m working out and send it to my Flickr account!”
I never could figure out why it bugged me so much when someone was on their cell phone at the gym, now I suppose it was because I was just jealous that I didn’t have one to talk on the phone and take pictures of myself with.
I have to admit that I’m pretty… um, “challenged” when it comes to using my cell phone. Yesterday, my friend Joelle saw me yahoo (OMG! I can log onto IM from my cell phone!) and she im’d me. I was trying to respond and it was taking me forever because, dang, it’s hard typing out entire words with the dial pad thingy on the phone. She kept saying “dude, are you there?” And I would take me 10 minutes to respond with “lol yes.”
Finally, she was all “Oh, dude, you’re mobile?” And I was all “yes call me lol”
(It’s ok to use lol on mobile chat, right? Because it would take way to long to type out “hahahhahaha.” Right?)
I admit that I am in love with my phone and that I am overly excited about having a phone (FIVE FAVES! Who will I put in my 5 faves?! I can’t decide!) It’s rather annoying and pathetic, but so much has happened to cell phones since the last time that I had one. (Pictures! I can take pictures! AND SEND THEM TO FLICKR!)
(I did have a pre-paid phone for a while, but Gabby lost it a few months back. I couldn’t tell you how happy I was about that because it was very generic and HUGE and kind of embarrassing to use because HELLO! 10 pound phones aren’t cool anymore and haven’t been since 1997.)
(Ok. Somebody please stop me from talking about my cell phone and also from watering at the mouth every time that I look at it and think of all of the things that I could do with it.)
(Um, so who wants me to send them a video message? Anyone?)
Moving on.
(For now.)
Yesterday, I had the great idea of playing a little one on two basketball with my son and his teammate at basketball practice. I suppose I was feeling a little cocky since I had just knocked them out in a game of HORSE. (Which, let me tell you, was NOT easy. Those little smart asses kept doing these crazy behind the back pass moves and spins, trying to—and succeeding at—making a fool out of me. But, I still won, so IN YOUR FACES TEENAGERS. You got beat by an overweight old lady.)
Anyway, after the game of HORSE, I was all “Howza’bout a little game of one on one?” And they were all “Are you sure?” And I was all “Pshhhhhhhaw, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
The FIRST time I went up for a rebound, I got knocked flat on my ass and twisted my knee. I laid there on the ground for a few minutes laughing so hard that I made sweet pee pee in my granny panties.
I finally got up and even though I was walking funny and quite possibly making that face that people make when they are in severe pain, I was all “I’m cool, it’s all good.”
But deep down inside (of my knee) I was all “HOLY MOTHER OF OLD AGE, I HURT EVERYWHERE.”
I played a few more rounds, because I wasn’t ready to admit that I am old and easily injured and also that I think I may have to have fluid drained from knee.
I was still in denial when I went to the gym later on that evening.
I am no longer in denial because when I woke up this morning, I felt as though I had been jumped in by a gang and that each and every one of them had taken turns beating the shit out of my knee and also my ass.
This stupid knee injury is a little depressing. I hate that my body is more prone to feeling like crap after playing a game of basketball with my kids. I hate that now I’m worried I’ll have to have surgery on my knee because the fucker is old and worn and can’t heal itself from a stupid injury.
I must go to Costco and stock up on the Ibuprofin now. (And quite possibly look for a nice cover and jammin headset for my phone. So, you know, I can talk while driving.)
P.S. For those of you who care, I'll be returning to Aerobic Dance on Monday.
P.S.S. I can record video on my phone. Do I DARE?
P.S.S.S Text me.
The very first text message I sent to anyone is such a stupid looking piece of embarrassment. And I sent it to someone that I hadn't even met face to face yet. ACK!
Now I know to keep my messages short and sweet. And not try to do anything else while doing the text messaging. You should totally text me. Or send me a video because I'm that nerd that loves all of that. YAY!