Just running in my wheel

When I got to work last night I was plagued with the feeling that I had done nothing that day. It oftens happens that if I work a late shift on a Saturday, I while away my time beforehand--just lollygagging around--and am immediately overcome with feelings of remorse when I get to the bookstore. However, when I stopped to catalogue my day I found that in the hours leading up to six o' clock I . . . --ran 8 miles
--attended, clapped and cheered at my school's JV football game
--read a book
--drove out to Chugiak and watched a HS championship volleyball game
--watched an episode of "Psych"
--cuddled various animals around the house (we've got a "temporary" guest cat and now everyone needs some extra TLC)
--dismantled a tent
--mowed the lawn
--successfully made it on time for my 6-11pm shift at B&N!

Not so shabby! However, I missed some big things, like actual meals, a nap and a shower! Whoops.

My hula hoop is broken

Several years ago, I strode confidentally into the local Sports Authority, armed with resolve to purchase a stylin' elliptical machine. After gulping at the prices (and the knowledge that pavement is free), I left the store, the proud new owner of a yellow-striped hula hoop. The timeless circle, I reasoned, would surely provide a workout as well. AND, it was only $2.99. Bargain! Well, it's sat in my garage for lo these many years until I dragged it out today.

I was more than a little disconcerted to find that I couldn't keep it from slipping down to my knees or from spinning beyond a puny three revolutions. I'm telling you, there must be some malfunction! I swear I used to be rather talented in that arena in my junior high gym class. Or was it grade school? I'll have to test out another hoop for more concrete data.