exercise and me

NOT

Think about this funny question/thought I recently found in a cartoon by Randy Glasbergen (www.glasbergen.com).

The doctor says, “What fits your busy schedule better, exercising one hour a day or being dead 24 hours a day?”

I laughed so much I needed to take a nap. No really, I get that the exercise thing is important. I just hate it and always have.

I even have trouble spelling exercise (usually excerise comes out). I hated track back in high school. I don't like to sweat. The only physical exercise I liked was the activities with a game involved. I dated a tennis player once so tennis was good exercise at the time (God she could whip me on the court every time). Courting on the court is for lawyers and judges.

Some people get addicted to exercise. That can’t be good. But as addictions go that’s probably a better one if you can afford the gym fees.

Back to those options the doctor offered. What about a third option? Being a zombie. They are only half dead as in 12 hours a day right?

(one more pic of my pacing abilities)

Speaking of zombies (how often do we say that?) a former co-worker got a gig in a Sears zombie commercial. Sears is going after the zombie market now. Talk about “a few clowns short of a circus”. Well it is fun to see familiar face in an ad (BTW - she didn’t wear her makeup at work that way).







I probably could exercise like a zombie. They move slow like I do.

+-+ Health warning +-+

Here’s health idea. Maybe I should go on a comment diet/routine. You start blog browsing and dropping your comments all over and before you know it you will have forgotten to eat. (will this idea be as good as my “Fat Ass Donuts” idea?) Comments help you lose weight - go ahead try it. Right here right now.

had too much to dream last night

I don't recall the cub being there

The other night I dreamt about a tiger that was pursuing me.  It was warm out, there wasn't any snow.  I was running around trying to hide between houses and behind trees.  At times, there were others with me.  I don't clearly remember but I think they were some of my kids.

I was very worried about this hungry tiger.  He never caught anyone but nobody likes a tiger on your ass.

Why should you care?

You probably don't but this was my scary dream (not really nightmare intensity) and this is my blog, so you get tigers and read about a place where the shadows run from themselves.

Yellow tigers crouched in jungle in her dark eyes.

Ok maybe I need to turn the Ipod off hours before sleeping.

I can still remember learning about dreams.  I did a report in high school about dreaming and the brain.  I believe researchers had only recently discovered the importance of REM sleep which is the period when you dream.

Did you know, during REM, the activity of the brain's neurons is similar to that during waking hours, but the body is paralyzed.   Occasionally, a person can wake up before the paralysis is gone and just can't move.  

A few months ago I watched a PBS show about theories explaining why we dream.  Very interesting stuff.  Some believe dreaming helps us prepare for the future.  One thing is very clear - dreaming is essential for normal daily activity.

Most of us have had those deja vu moments.  Maybe you dreamt something like that moment before?

So if there is a tiger following me, I'll be prepared.  Yeah right.

as the talking heads told us

"...This ain't no party this ain't no disco this ain't no fooling around...."

Just in case you need to refresh your Electic Prune memories:

Nap time

I don't imagine this toy office set comes with anyone napping at their desk - but maybe it should. There are plenty of studies saying we don't get enough sleep. (of course there are studies saying most anything)

This lady napping under her desk comes from youcube.us (I didn't even know there was a site covering the cube world). There are more pictures at that site - follow that previous link.





Now this airman should find a safer place - maybe the cargo bay?



Are you tried yet? Still awake?
Here's a chicken cartoon of napping chickens