Judge Judy Theory

Every good theory needs research to back it up.  Even some stupid theories need to be researched.  Last week's theory that Judge Judy was the key to getting through my workout was put to the test today.  A good experimental research project should have a control. I'm not saying that this is good experimental research by any means. Today the stupid TV at the gym that shows JJ  was broken (control - no Judy) and that was the longest 30 minutes of my life.

I'm sure more experimental research needs to be conducted, but since it is such a stupid theory and will never be published, who give a crap...just fix the TV and bring back my Judy....by Wednesday please.

One show only

Hey there dear reader......

I came back. Like Ryan I miss blogging, although it hasn't been a full two years as I thought. Also I haven't had much to tell..not much has pissed me off lately and that seems to be when I blog the most. Life is actually pretty good. I love my job. I love my hubby and I love my crazy dogs.

I've been working out semi-regularly and started Weight Watchers again...almost 10 lbs since Superbowl. Yayyyy Me. In fact my workout is what inspired me to blog...it was to long for Facebook.

The last two days my 25 minutes on the elliptical has gone by really fast. There could be several reasons for this little miracle; Yes I probably need to up my time (what are you my personal trainer) and it could mean I am actually enjoying this torture (doubtful), but today I figured it out.

Judge Judy...yes Judge Judy

Judge Judy comes on about 10 minutes into my torture session, I mean workout. I can't hear the show, but I can read the closed captioning...and this show is awesome. Why has nobody told me about the phenomenon that is Judge Freaking Judy. The people who come before her are are bat shit crazy and make one feel so much better about any minor issues they may be having in their lives. OMG and when Judy (can I call her Judy) gets pissed...lordy it is the best.

I find myself so engrossed in this freak show circus that I forget all about the instrument of torture I happen to be standing on. In fact I have to raise my time limit, because at 25 minutes, I only get to see half the show.

Thanks Judge Judy for making torture time into fun-ish time....Bring on the freak circus!