Give me my detonators

So couple weeks ago, I got a postcard from my cable company in the mail, and instead of automatically throwing it in the trash, like I do, and every other person on the planet does, I looked at it. The package they were offering to "resident" was cheaper then what we're currently paying, so I figured "what the heck, I'll call and see if I can get a better deal." (Where we live there is actually competition for cable companies, which is a beautiful thing, since it means they can't automatically gouge you for HBO).

I'm on the phone with the cable woman, and she nicely explains, that, actually this package doesn't include this, that and the other, and the Internet speed is half what I currently have, so, no, I can't save any money.

But wait. I say. This packages says I'll get all these movie channels -- 10 different Showtimes and Cinemax and Starz.

You already get those, she says.

No, we don't, I say.

Yes, you do, she repeats. We upgraded you in January.

Allegedly they sent a postcard, but, as I stated, nobody ever looks at the postcards. And the channels are al up in the 300s past HBO, where no one even ever checks.

So anyway, last night, there's nothing on, and LawyerMan and I are flipping around, and I remember, "hey we have all these movie channels now! All right! Let's watch a flick"

And what did we watch? Die Hard.

aaaaand stretch

I started a Pilates class on the weekends. I've been trying to exercise more (I've been haunted since I heard a kid at the pool last summer describe someone as "J-'s Mommy, you know, the fat one." I don't want to be the fat mommy.) Mostly I just try to run on the treadmill after I get the girls to bed, but I figured this would be a good way to add something new . I don't know though.

Mostly it's a lot of stretching and sit-uppy type stuff, which I like, and is good, but so far I'm not feeling anything. I don't end the class with that "ooh, yeah, worked that muscle" in my body. Which could mean that 1)I'm already in fabulous shape 2)the teacher doesn't know what she's doing or 3)it takes time. 1 is extremely unlikely (though I am quite flexible for a somewhat zaftig girl), and I hope it's not 2, so I'm counting on 3.

I can't get over the feeling that, if you take away all the "core" and "flow" and quasi-spiritual breathing mumbo-jumbo, it's a lot like the old "Jane Fonda Abs and Butt" tape I used to have. Which was actually a pretty good workout, now that I think about it, so I guess it's ok.