RANT

I've always thought that exercise and sports are the refuge of the stupid. It's something they can do that makes them feel good after all those hours in school of not quite getting it. I have realized over the years that some people actually enjoy exercise, it is inconcieveable to me but then so are a lot of other things that people seem to enjoy. So, live and let live, they can go on and on about how far they ran or how fast or whatever and I can let my eyes glaze over and wait for them to talk about something interesting. I would really prefer though that they spare me all the bloody details as I am beyond unimpressed. I'm impressed when someone tells me they speak another language, or they know a computer language, or can write programs, or can read Mayan glyphs - I am not impressed when they tell me they can climb some freezing mountain using only ropes and an ax, I just think they are stupid. I mean, when you are on that proverbial deathbed will you really look back on your life and say "boy, I'm really glad that I spend 40% of my life on a stairmaster"?

I do understand that a certain amount of exercise is necessary for good health and to do some otherwise fairly interesting things. I've not managed to get myself to do it when I'm not being paid for it but maybe one of these days... I look at it completely as work, and like a good civil servant, I only did it when I was getting paid and preferable overtime. I think it should be like taking a shit; do it regularly, as quickly as possible, and don't talk about it in polite company.

So, yesterday when Patti, Bobby and Mimi decided it would be fun (???) to climb this muddy mountain near here I was dumbfounded but told them to have fun. I mean, there is a fast internet connection here that will be going away in a day - leaving it to go scramble through bushes and mud is beyond my understanding.

They came back raving about how it was straight up, slippery mud, not much view from the top and that they had to hold onto bushes and slide down it backwards. Gee! What a great time!

My attitude changed though when Mimi got up this morning and told me before I even had any coffee that she had found 4 ticks on herself. I was pissed, really really pissed. I'm sleeping with ticks because she wanted to kill herself on a muddy mountain? I yelled and ranted and pulled all the sheets and blankets off the bed and demanded that she take them to the laundry and then come back and vacuum the whole rig. I was not polite, not even close. I insulted all 3 of them and stomped around. Not one of my better performances and I do feel a little bad about it now. I'm still pissed about the ticks though and I keep feeling small things crawling on me. This will take some time to go away.

/RANT

By the way, here is my opinion on rants. You can write me and tell me how wrong I am if you want. I may answer you if I think you have anything intelligent to say, I may just hit delete. I don't really care what any of you think about it, this is my blog and I'm writing whatever I want, get your own blog if you feel differently about it, I won't read it. Maybe I'll be out hiking through ticks and mud instead. Maybe not.