What a MESS driving to work Friday. The notoriously unreliable weatherman was calling for snow during the night Thursday, continuing into Friday, then a lovely sleet/freezing rain/rain mix in the AFTERNOON and on into the night again. I came outside Friday at 7 a.m. to find about five inches of snow and FREEZING RAIN. UGH. I had to pull over three times on the way to work to clean off my windshield, which wasn't easy considering I couldn't even see where I was pulling off. Thankfully, I was only five minutes late to work. The second time I've been late in the six years that I've worked there due to weather.
I came home Friday night at 6 and muh butt was dragging. It was killing me to exercise, but I found that once I started, I got more energy. Sometimes I hate to start and it only gets worse as it goes along. I start calling Billy Blanks every name under the sun. There's one exercise that gets my goat. I love it, but it's what he says that has me laughing. You bend over at the waist, legs apart and put the palms of your hands on the floor. Then you look backward between your legs. Great stretching exercise. But in this one DVD, Billy says, "Look up at the ceiling behind you." LOL! I bend over and put my head down and all I see are a pair of boobs staring back at me! Ceiling...mutter, mutter.