A Couple of Words From Spinnie

I am realizing that Willie's World is 99 percent spin class posts. This is becoming my life. If I am not at spin class, I am getting ready for spin class or I am cleaning up after spin class. And in my spare time I write about spin class. I am now thinking of changing my name to Spinnie Mc Spinski. It is getting so bad that every time I leave the house my wife automatically says "When will you be back from spin class", no matter where I am going. So I am going to try to cut back on writing about spin class.

Mondays spin class with Evil was just filled to capacity. There were so many people that your pal did not get his ride, old number 7. And I want to thank Mary, Dede and Heidie for having my back. Thanks ladies. Moving right along , I made due with the bike that was left and it did not stop me from motivating the class.

Evil is putting together very hard rides with excellent music. She is probably spending many hours in the dungeon praying to her evil overlords for these workouts. I am now thinking that she has to be preforming some kind of animal sacrifice to keep coming up with these new classes every week. She once told me that it was funny that there were no small animals around her home any more. Now I know why. I wonder what she is doing with the bones.

The class, like I said, was very good. The one little problem I was having, was that Wendy's husband Bob was taking the class, and was taking the focus from your pal. Now I don't look to be the focus, but when I am not, I just feel that the class is a half bubble off plum. Let me say that Bob is a very nice person and he does workout very hard but, he is no Spinnie McSpinski.

Saturspin

Saturdays spin class was very good. There were many people there for your pal too motivate. And over the years I can just sense that the riders look to me. And I know this because, I am the motivator for all of the riders, I can see it in their eyes. People look to your pal for leadership and guidance on how much they should put out during the ride. This Saturday I was sweating like person who is just about to have a colonoscopy and the doctor tells them he has to use the older thicker and longer probe. I mean I was working out, This must have motivated the rest of the class because the were all sweating as must as I was. It makes me feel really good when I can bring out the best in people.





Oh , Mary ran the class.

Sunday Funnies

A cruise on the Pacific goes all wrong, the ship sinks, and there are only 3 Survivors, Bob, Tom
and Debbie They manage to swim to a small island and they live there for a couple of years doing what's natural for men and women to do. After several years of casual sex, all the time, Debbie felt absolutely horrible about what she was doing. She felt having sex with both Bob and Tom was so immoral and bad that she killed herself. It was tragic, but Bob and Tom managed to get through it. After a while, Bob and Tom's resistance to nature's urgings waned, and the inevitable happened. Well, a couple more years went by and Bob and Tom began to feel absolutely horrible about what they were doing. So they buried Debbie.

Fresh Ground Pepper on Your Cojones

The fundraising in Oakdale's California seems a little nuts to your pal. The festival is called the Testicle Festival, and it is always a big hit. Volunteers with the town's Rotary Club plan to fry up 400 pounds of the private parts of bulls and serve them to diners who pay $50 apiece for the sit down meal. One of the organizers said of last years festival, "I had to leave early, but I was having a ball." People who enjoy the delicacy, also referred to them as "mountain oysters".

The event, benefits the Oakland Cowboy Museum, which draws an average of 450 people.

And every one at last years fundraiser said "You have to be nuts to miss this event, and that they always have a ball".

People Say and Think the Craziest Things

This is a segment on Countdown about what this paranoid loon, Bill O'Reilly, is spreading every night on his program. And one of the scariest problems, for me, is that his show is rated number one. That means that there are a whole lot of people out there that go along and believe in what this lunatic is saying. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy

Here is a little tune dedicated to Mr. O'Reilly

Who's Your Daddy

Yesterday I was called up from the minors to run the spin class on Wednesday. And do you know what I think, I ran a dam good class. And what was good , for me, was that there were more than two people in the class, not like the last time I ran it. And I am not going on and on about how good the routine was or the music or the love I was feeling, that's not your pals style. It's like Tiger Woods and your pal, we know we are the best, we just don't go around yelling it. It is just that subdued confidence that just extrude out of every pore in our bodies. And all of the little people around us can feel it. I am not going on and on, like I said, but as people were leaving the class, I thought they were saying "JOSH WHO."

One Hour and Twentythree Minutes

OK here is the skinny on the spin class tonight. Very, very tough. Evil must have re-read the book of the dead for the tenth time. I know that's where she gets her inspiration for the workouts. The workout tonight was only 1 hour and 23 minutes of pure hell. During the ride people were dropping out like hippies in the 60's. The music. I thought, was great. A lot of 80's, which is my favorite decade for tunes. Regulars were Heidie,Carrie(still not pregnant)and your Pal. There were a slue of interlopers, mostly nice people except this one person who I will not divulge their name. But if they ever needed a mayor for Jerk town I have a candidate,enough said about that. It was a good night with good music. Your pal is happy.

Green Spin Again

I was really looking forward to spin class this morning, because I had missed a couple of classes. And especially for the other people in class, who look forward to seeing me every other day. Well any who, Evil was on board and she was a little lethargic this morning. Evidently she slept on a stone in her crypt and she was just not her perky old self. But she is a trooper, and she stuck it out. But all through the ride I kept thinking I've been here before and then it hit me, St. Patty's day all over again. Evil 's thought she could sneak it pass us, but the bag pipe music gave it away. She played the St. Patty's spin music again. All and all it was a good ride, but the down side was that I had a Irish broag for half a day.

One awkward moment happened after the ride, when Evil asked Dede how she like the music. Evil thought that Dede would be bowled over by the 90's Irish band set. But princess Dede turned her thumbs down to the music. You could have cut the silence with a shilalie. But your pal was there with a quick quip to lighten the mood. I just said "Did you ever hear this one." A man is speeding down a narrow mountain road, when a woman comes hurtling round the corner. He swerves to avoid her, but as she passes she leans out the window and screams 'PIG!' Astonished, the man turns and yells back, 'BITCH!' as he reaches the bend and crashes into a pig. And then all became well with the world.

OLD FRIENDS

These are pictures that I took when and old friend and his wife who came to visit last summer. We all took a sailboat ride out of Camden. Later we drove down to the Marshall Point Lighthouse at sunset. It was a good day.

Sunday Morning Funnies

A guy is in the hospital with two broken legs. The nurse comes in and tells him that there's good news and bad news.

The guy asks for the bad news first.

The nurse says, "We're going to have to remove your legs."

Then the guy asks for the good news.

The nurse says, "The guy beside you wants to buy your sneakers."

Seinfeld Blooper

Ok, this is I got nothing day and what is better than nothing, Seinfeld Bloopers.

Friends

This a little thing I put together with some pictures I took at our friends house in Owls Head during a little get together. The pictures were mostly taken during a beer pong game, which your pal kicked butt. Enjoy.

I Give Up

OK, you two now have broken me down. I have no more perspiration left to give and my legs are killing me. You both have won, I am not worthy. After Evil on Monday and Tuesday and Hell Boy on Wednesday I am just shot. This is very hard for me to say because I would always thwart off the efforts of these two to kill me. But I yield to the dark side. The both of you are wearing me out. What ever happen to those fun rides we use to have, gone in a puddle of sweat and blood. Oh, the horror of it all. Does anybody remember laughter? There is no sunshine for me only darkness and gloom. You both have plunged your talons into my bosom and ripped out my heart, dropping it in the dark putrid sludge, sticking the sword of death through it.



But other than that it was a good ride on Wednesday with Hell Boy. Good music and good workout. I know I have said this many times before, but I am going to say it again. Hell boy has way too much energy. I suggested that maybe he should take a couple a Valium just to take the edge off, before he starts the class. That could possibly bring him back into to the normal human range. Well enough of that it was a good workout.

In attendance were Mary, Dede, Wendy, Dolly and your pal. No interlopers in site. Just the real people.

Note: I will be away for a trip to the father land,New Jersey. But that does not mean that you, all you loyal readers of Willie's World, will have nothing to read, as I will be posting everyday. So turn those frowns upside down and relax.

Riding with O'Evil

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Evil Was good

I'm going to be writing on a subject that I haven't touched on in a while, spin class. Mondays class with Evil was really great. It was really a good workout and the music was really, as usual, right on the money. the music was peppered with lots of 80's music, which is my favorite decade for music. Moving right along the regular gang was in attendance, Mary, Dede, Heidi, Dolly, your pal and Wendy.

The class was all so filled with interlopers, but the one that I am going to be concentrating on is a short women, almost in the midget category. This women, who is very nice by the way, keeps yelling out during the ride, about how everyone's shoulders are moving. Now I know that you should be working the lower half of your body during the ride, but it is just imposable to keep your shoulders perfectly still. There was a time after this women started complaining, that I injected Novocain in my shoulders before the ride too keep them still. It worked ,my shoulders did not move, but the downside was that I could not keep a grip on the handle bars and kept smashing my face on the bars. I lost several teeth but it was worth it to kept her quite for one ride.

I would also like to pass along this bit of information. With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.

Willie's Back on Top

I woke up this morning and I felt this situation needed to rectified before it escalated out of control. The potential aggrandizement came to my attention when Uncle Willie arrived at my place of work with his "Gang". Walking in like they owned the place, Willie spoke for the group with poignant swagger, snapping his fingers on the down beat like a Westside Story Throwdown. I was intimidated! They sat in my section and talking softly, casting beady glimpses filled with distain. When I approached the table conversation suspended tarrying for my exit. Questions were answered with laconic disgust. I knew this could go on no more. 

       "Hey, Willie it's great to see you." I cheerily greet Willie with a handshake and a pat on the back

"Oh, it's him." Willie mumbles to his posse. "I am going to need a low back chair as I don't want to re- injure the wound I received from the stabbing in the back."

                     (I might have slightly exaggerated for emphasis)

 

With conflict smeared across headline news, I have found feuding to be unconstructive. We see the DNC v. Rush Limbaugh, Jon Stewart v. Cramer, Fox "News" v. Accurate Information. These battles are not helping anyone. So I have decided to take the George Mitchell tact of conflict resolution. I am extending a olive branch to Willie. "Why?" some ask. I am truly concerned that he will be overly dehydrated come Wednesday Spin Class if he counties to cry all week. So for the benefit of all, I am conceding that Willie is the true Master of the Universe Spin Extraordinaire. But I am setting some terms. 

            Terms

-I am able to liberally use the word "Fun", "Good Ride", "Easy" and "Liberal Nut" as I see fit

-I reserve the right to blame hard workouts on good ol' Uncle Willie

-Willie is going to ride up in the front of the class right next me as my class example (Dunce Cap optional)

            My Concessions

-I'll corroborate any story about Willie's superiority to me

-I'll make really easy spin sessions and have everyone pretend that they were hard to make Willie feel superior

-Hence forth, any time I refer to the day I teach spin class it will be classified as "Willie Wednesday"

There Willie, you win. Now don't be sending any of your "boys" to rough me up, alright!

Hell Boy

Offical Willie's World Notice

Josh "Hell Boy" Miramant has been suspended from posting on Willie's World for three days. This young hyperactive lad comes into my house, like Robin Williams on amphetamines, with his correct punctuation and his perfect sentence structure, and jabs a virtual spear into your pals side, much like the Roman solder did to Jesus. I am just now finding the strength to stop sobbing constantly, after the emotional roller coaster that I have been on since reading his post. I know in the end he came too his sense's and realize that you do spell fun, U-N-C-L-E W-I-L-L-I-E. I just hope that Josh will take this time off to reflect, and come back a better person. We are all rooting for you Josh.

I would like to finish up with this passage from Mark 15:19 And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him.

"Fun" Defined

After being granted editing rights by Domain Master Willie, I thought I would finally take a moment to stand against the oppressor. After a rant likening homicidal maniacs to the experience of my spin class, I felt appropriate to define the word "fun" for our new self-elevated spin wonk, Willie.

Fun (n.)-        1. A source of enjoyment, amusement, or pleasure.

2. Enjoyment; amusement.

3. Enjoyable, often noisy, activity.

 

Of course as a hyperactive 22 year old, I am qualified to elicit all three of these definitions in response to Wednesday’s spin class. I would like to emphasize the finally definition (3) and apply it to Willie. As the enjoyment factor is considered, I relish the look on Willie’s face as it turns shades of red only seen at sunset in autumn. Willie huffs and puffs his way along like the little engine that could.  Now to qualify my definition further, “Often Noisy” hits it out of the park. The words that slip past Willie’s pale lips are found nowhere in any of my English Dictionary. On Wednesday, I was asked by Dollie to play the tunes a more conservative level. I had to object as it was the only means to censor Willie’s rampant vulgarity. ‘Sorry Mom but yes, I did learn that word in class.’ It’s okay, Willie. It’s all out of love. With great brevity it is an honor lead you in spin today. The power Willie has given me is that of a religious leader. It brings me great enjoyment to watch the mellow mannered atheist begin to ask God for help.  Now to answer the question “Is the class fun?” We are left say, by definition, we owe it all to you, Willie.

Josh (Hell Boy) Miramant

Uncle Willie's Wackie Sunday Joke

I was late for a dinner party last night because, I took four Enzyte pills by mistake and it took me 45 minutes to put my underware on.

I'm Pissed

This morning I flicked on the old TV for a little news. My local channel was running a commercial so I flipped over to Fox, bad idea. There was a sort of a debate on the Employee Free Choice Act. There were two talking heads, one for and one against, plus the moron x-weather man moderator. The debate started with the pro guy and before he finished a sentence the against guy starts talking. And the moderator just sits there like, well a moron. Then the against guy says his piece, which he misleads viewers about what the Free Choice Act voting is all about. The moron says nothing because that's what Fox does. OK, now I am in pissed off mood number one. So I flip over to Morning Joe, and listen to their discussion on the economy. And every time one of the host, Mika Brzezinski, starts to talk, Joe interrupts her. OK now I am in the throws of pissed off number two. So I decide to dash off a email to Morning Joe about Joe interrupting Mika. I go to their website too send my email, and just as I am hitting the send button, my computer decides to download a bunch of updates which shuts off my computer. Pissed off number 3. What a morning, serenity now, serenity now.

Killer Spin

Timmy: Gee Uncle Willie, two post about the lifting of the stem cell ban, along with two made up interviews with two made up scientist. What's up with that?

Uncle Willie: Timmy how did you get out of the dungeon and out of your shackles, and the two posts are just so entertaining. Plus I got in the Ed Wood quote twice. Pretty impressive, huh.

Timmy: I got out of the shackles because, I have lost so much weight that they fell off. And your Ed Wood quote, you are wearing us all out. I am going back to the dungeon,so I don't have to read a nother Ed Wood movie quote. Why don't you just write about spin class.

:

Uncle Willie: OK I will.

Josh ran the spin class on Wednesday and he kept saying it was fun. Now I have a different definition of fun. The words that I use to describe his class are; Jeffrey Domerish, Son of Samerish, Ted Bundish, John Wayne Gacyish, Albert DeSalvoish, John Allen Muhammad and Lee Boyd Malvoish, Joseph Stalinish and last but not least Saddam Husseinish. It was that hard. I was sweating like Sean Hannity every time he has to tells the truth. It was really, really, really Hard. Do you all get what I am saying. Hard!

Glen Beck Proves That Any Moron Can Get a Program on Fox

How do you get a show on Fox? If you are Glen Beck you have to be from another planet and you have to spew the craziest theory's and back them up with people that are just or more crazy then you are. Here is a good example: Glenn Beck commented on President Obama overturning the ban on federally funded stem-cell research. Beck argued that funding stem-cell research would lead directly to a search for a new “master race,”, and the reincarnation of the Nazi’s “final solution.” And who does he have on to talk about this issue, Dr. Frank N. Stein.

Beck: Dr. Stein, with the overturning of the ban on stem-cell research do you think we are going down the slipper slope?


Dr. Stein: Well we could Glen, but scientist that are responsible can use this new opportunity as a way forward in the science of creating life from body parts harvested from the dead.


Beck: Excuse me. So you are saying that it is a good thing and that you want to create life. That's just what I am afraid of.


Dr. Stein: Glen, Glen you are not looking at the big picture. Sure there could be a rogue mad scientist that could create a monster that could reek havoc on the populous. But these are just small isolated problems that will can be handled locally by the towns people armed with pitchforks and torches .


Beck: Don't you get it doctor, only God can create life.


Dr. Stein: And baby's are found in a cabbage patch. I'm just fooling with you Glen. I, for many years now, have created many baby's in my laboratory, by mixing 3 secret ingredients, plus a can of Dr Pepper and 4 cans of assorted Gerber fruit squashes.


Beck: That is just crazy Doctor. OK, thank you for coming on the program Dr Stein, I think. OK when we get ba.........


Dr. Stein: I just want to leave you with this thought. *I will show the world that I can be its master. I shall perfect my own race of people -- a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world.


Beck: OK. When we come back from our break, we will talk to a man, who thinks that all animals that are on public display, in our zoo's, should be wearing pants. It's a big problem and will talk about it right here on the Glen Beck show. Stay tune.







* I told you I would slip this quote in at any opportunity I could.

A Professor Returns

President Obama signed a executive order that the government will now fund stem cell research. This reverses a order that President Bush signed blocking the use of any government money to fund research on human embryonic stem cell lines created after 9 August 2001. I think most people welcome this as a step in the right direction. One of the interesting interviews after the signing was of a scientist that had gone into the jungles of Brazil, after the Bush order, to continue his experiments, being interviewed by a leading professor. Part of the interview.


*Prof. Strowski: Our government wants you to return... to continue your experiments there. Where you can have everything at your disposal.
Professor Vornoff: My dear Professor Strowski, twenty years ago I was banned from my homeland. I was classed as a madman -- a charlatan -- outlawed in the world of science which previously honored me as a genius! Now here in this forsaken jungle hell, I have proven that I am alright.
Prof. Strowski: Yes, the authorities have learned how correct your findings were. So I am here -- sent to bring you home.
Prof Vornoff: Home. I have no home. Hunted...despised... living like an animal -- the jungle is my home! But I will show the world that I can be its master. I shall perfect my own race of people -- a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world.

Three minutes after the interview Professor Vornoff had a net thrown over him and was taken to a local mental health facility.

*I will use any excuse too inject these lines from the Ed Wood movie into this blog.

Evil's Hardest Workout Yet Till the Next One

A distant Evil ran a hell of a class tonight. I know that I keep going on and on about the last workout being the hardest, but this was the most strenuous workout in all the land. ERSG seems a little preoccupied with I don't know what, but that is not stopping her form going all out in class. She's yelling and pointing at people all through the class. There were two youngsters in class tonight and I am sure that the workout probably will scare them off. But I hope not ,because its nice when I can out preform two 19 year old punks. It makes me feel..well, powerful. Regulars in the class Heidie, and your pal. I was lucky to get in the class, as of Monday night the Tuesday night class was all booked up. But there were 6 people that backed out allowing your pal too workout tonight. All is good in the world.
Once again Evils music was right on. She does not get the credit that she deserves for putting the time in to mix the music for the class. It it's not as easy she makes it seem. It's good to have the Evil one running three classes.

Evil 1- Spin Maven 0

Mondays class run by the Evil RSG got off to a ruff start. It was like it was Evil's first day at school, she looked a little lost. It could be that she was all messed up with the time change. But that's crazy, I mean who didn't know that you turned the clocks back two hours. Well any who, after a small uncomfortable start Evil was off to the races. It was a really really tough workout, I was sweating like Rush Limbaugh hooked up to a lie detector. This was very unusual because Evil has been working on increasing our endurance. This work out, it seems, was to burst my lungs. But in a little talk after class it was discovered, by Heidi and your pal, that there was a women in class who was suppose to be a spin class maven , and Evil wanted to show her who the boss was. And she did because this women could not keep up, and I don't think we will see Ms I wear all black because I think I am cool, again . Evil now owns her. But all in all it was a great class with the great music that we come to expect from our resident cutie pie Evil.

Flight 1549 Animation

I don't know if anyone has seen this animation of the crash landing of flight 1549 but here it is.

Pinch Hitting Again

Once again I have come to the rescue. When I arrived at the Y again Saturday there was know one there too run the class. Guess what? I ran the class for the second week in a row. It was another gem. I had everybody sweating like, aah well, people that sweat a lot. I used Evils music that she put together for my birthday last year. Every one in the class thought it was great music. Naturally I said that I had made the disk. Sorry Evil. And what was some what ironic about the birthday music, was that Saturday was my 39Th birthday. I am slowly but surely moving up the spin instructor food chain. Don't look behind you Evil and Josh I am getting closer and closer. Now say it" Who's Your Daddy."

Speaking of spin class here is the fastest spinner.

Late for Work........No Problem

Years and years ago I remember that a efficiency expert wrote a book about how to do some of the mundane things in life. Some of the examples were how efficiently and quickly too wash yourself in the shower, followed by the efficient and speedy way to dry yourself. You get the picture. Well below is a clip of someone who must have read the book and has developed a fast and efficient way of undressing.

Another Blog Oh boy!

Well strike up the band and raise the flag there is a new blog on the block and it is called "What Do You Think". And I know that the millions of people that come to Willie's World love and adore the political views of your pal. They now have a chance to go to one place to get your political fix. Yes that's right, you get your pals perspective of the political goings on in one stop shopping. And who is joining me in this endeavor but the boy wonder Josh. That's right you get two, that's right, two for the price of one. We are also trying to get other people to join us and blog about what they think. Even someone on the right is welcome, misguided souls that they are. So if you are interested in blogging on "What Do You Think" let me know if you are interested. So why not head out to http://winkiewinkle.blogspot.com/ ( Its the best name I could come up with, as http://www.monkeyworld.org/ was taken) and see what it is all about. And leave a comment, or two, about what we've posted.

When Will the Pain Stop

Wednesday spin class with Josh was a ride through hell. Josh's way of describing the class was, fun. I don't know what the boy does for fun, but it's way down on the Uncle Willie fun meter. My short description would be go as fast as you can till you can do it any longer and then add tension and go faster. And when you are a millie second from your heart bursting your done. Fun. For me it has been two days of really hard rides, with Evil and her glockenspiel motivated Batan death march like workout, followed by Josh 's ride thru hell. I am now resting and drinking lots of fluids. But do you know what I really am feeling is, that I am becoming *fit as a fiddle and you know how fit a fiddle is. Both of the rides were very good as usual, with very good music, even glockenspiel rock.

*Of course the 'fiddle' here is the colloquial name for violin. 'Fit' didn't originally mean healthy and energetic, in the sense it is often used nowadays to describe the inhabitants of gyms. When this phrase was coined 'fit' was used to mean 'suitable, seemly', in the way we now might say 'fit for purpose'.

You Better Spin Faster

Tonight it was 22 degrees out but it was 100 in the spin room. Evil-Republican-Spin-Goddess was on her game tonight. The class was great workout for what seemed like 3 hours, but three hours of pure bliss. Evil was running on all cylinders. But I did notice that she is getting a little dominatrix like, yelling things like "If I don't see you struggling I won't let you stand up." I can really see in a couple of week, Evil will be in full leather. And it kind of makes me feel funny when I picture that, but that's kind of creepy on my part, but still. Moving right along, any who I just want to say that the music tonight was a little eclectic. One of the songs had a lead glockenspiel in it. I just wanted to get off my bike, pull on my lieder hosen and start marching around the room. But I didn't because I would have looked like a nut. And really the tune was a little bit different but still a goodworkout tune. All and all it was a really good work out. Did I write a good post Ms. Evil, please don't hit me.

Comments From a Mental Patient

On yesterdays post, which was just a Beatles song, a new person left a very innocuous comment. So I was very curious about who the new commenter was. Well it turns out that they have a blog of there own. So off I go to their blog and read a couple of there posts, which were very good. But one was about a interview with Ann Coulter. Well your pal had to write a comment about Ms Coulter. So I did, and I posted it to their blog. And right away the blogger commented on their take of what I said about Ms. Coulter. And of course I could not do anything, in my mind, but add a long and rambling comment. Going on and on and on . I'm thinking, boy I have all the answers and everyone is so getting were I'm coming from. My comment, in my world was informative and funny. But then the blogger commented on my comment. Quote; I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say, but thanks for stopping by and sharing your opinion. So it only took two comments and the guy is brushing me off. He does not want to spar with me. Or does he think that I am pushing a little to hard about what I think. Did he think that maybe I should cut this mental patient off right now before I have to deal with this nut every day. After a night a crying like a baby, for my rejection, I will in the future monitor my passion. And I think that if this person had looked at my picture above, he would learn to love your pal like all of you do.

A Little Tune for Ya

I could still go on and on about my triumphant spin class on Saturday, but I don't want Evil to take it out of the rest of the class, because of jealousy. So here is a Beatles tune, one of my favorite's.