boyness.

Saturday became a day of boy activities.

We started out the day watching a bloopers sport show. They were actually pretty hilarious. Mascots smashing into walls, football stars running the wrong way, celebrities butchering 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame'...good times. The best part was that Tommy and I could actually enjoy something sporty together! Normally when golf and football are on, I kinda zone out, watch a tv show on a laptop, or even read a book. I used to try and be interested, asked questions to learn and tried to be excited when the right team scored. But I finally admitted that I couldn't give a flying rip. I'm just glad when Alabama wins for Tommy. But I don't care to see it play out unless something awesome or hilarious happens- hence greatly enjoying the top 100 crazy things show (I can't remember what it was actually called).

After finishing the show, we decided it was time to hit the gym. We couldn't spend ALL day on the couch. And we actually have a free full membership to the best gym in town. Our apartment complex is being built in phases. The first phase that we are living in now doesn't have a workout area- even though they managed to build a pool table room, a small theater, and an air-conditioned basketball court. But because of it, they pay for us to go to the Gainesville Health and Fitness place and it is awesome. They have hundreds of cardio machines, tons of classes, and the weight lifting track (-bum bum bummmm-). This weight lifting track offers personal trainers who check on you on a row of machines. The first time you go, they kinda give you a small lesson on each machine, adjust the settings, and tell you what it does and the proper form etc. Tommy had done it once before, so I knew what to expect and on this particular day, decided to try for the first time.

Then Mr. I'm Strong But Wear Glasses and Like Soccer Dude decides to help me on like the fifth machine. He tells me I'm doing the leg curl-y thing wrong. So I had to start over, which is fine... Then he decided he would keep checking on me instead of moving on like all the other trainers. On one machine, he made me stop with my arms pushing straight up and told me he would count to 10, and then would stop counting. On other machines, he keep telling me to do 3 more, after I had already had "momentary muscle failure"! After!! I walked out of there and couldn't move my arms. I couldn't lock the door behind me when we got home.  My fingers were quivering. Washing my hair = hardest thing I've ever done.

Then! To end the day, Tommy, our new friend Jon, and I decided to go to the University of Florida's baseball game against Miami. It was packed because it was the game to get to the championship. And it was 98 degrees. We were so gross- and after the pain of taking a shower, too! And the dumb announcer kept asking us to scoot closer together to let more people move in. I went to the bathroom and the women were toweling themselves off while they waited in line- it was like a sauna in there- a pee sauna. Fortunately, I've had 8 years of Mexico mission trip experience, so I wasn't cussing about it like the other ladies :) Classy.

Did you know a baseball game lasts three hours? THREE hours!! I people watched. I ahh-ed at a big man's roll of fat at the base of his head, I oo-ed at people's creative ways to wear blue and orange, and I ew-ed at men's sweaty shirts. I also texted some people, enjoyed the music between innings, and sometimes joined in conversations with Jon and Tommy. And because I wasn't cheering for them, UF won! So everyone was happy. Yay.

Silly boy things.