Category: Life

bookmark_borderso screw that stupid idea

Posted on by Christine Elias

I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions. I’m just not going to quit smoking and start exercising because it’s another year closer to the end of my world. Nope, I’m young and immortal damn it — so screw that stupid idea. I’ll think about that stuff when I need to worry about gray hair, high blood pressure and perimenopause.

But I have been saying that I would quit before I turn 40 — and despite the fact that I was born around the time same time as John Travolta strutted his fine self around the illuminated dance floor and Alicia Bridges was singing about the nightlife on the Disco ‘Round (what on earth does that mean anyway?) — I think it’s time thought about getting myself into some shape and adopting a healthy lifestyle.

I want to wear a pair of True Religion jeans (are they still in style?) before I really look like some cougar hellbent on hanging on to her faded youth by wearing jeans designed for teen-aged bodies.

I am not ready for my Mom-jeans phase. I’m ready to have abs like Janet Jackson — who is older than me for the record — I just need to tap into my inner power and find a decent exercise outfit.

So these are my resolutions:

1. Tap into my inner power.
2. Find a pleasing exercise outfit.

bookmark_borderBowling with RSI

Posted on by Christine Elias

My co-workers and I spent the afternoon at Webb’s Royal York Bowl.

Today is Wednesday and the seniors’ leagues play on Wednesdays and Fridays at 1 pm. We got there about halfway through the festivities. In honour of the holidays the seniors had a guy in Santa suit milling cheerfully about and they also had a whole lot of donuts and snacks. Some of the seniors seemed nice and friendly and others looked ready to conk you on the head with a pair of bowling shoes for getting in their way.

I have never seen so many active old people in one place at one time.

I bowled one strike and two spares but I think I was the lowest scoring player overall. I’m actually pretty good at 5 Pin (from my days as a camp counsellor) but I suck at 10 Pin — the balls are just too heavy. I would’ve kicked some ass if we were playing with the smaller balls. Really. I probably would’ve won.

Also, another good excuse for my poor performance is my RSI. After about 5 or so turns my arms and fingers were numb. But I didn’t care, I wanted to knock down some damn pins.

Next year our holiday party should perhaps not involve a competition. I am such a poor loser. Good thing I’m great at most things and I need not suffer this type of humiliation on a regular basis.