Sweats on ice.

Two things I love. 1 = Sweats. I don't know who invented sweats, but are they NOT the sweetest things ever? I can sit on my Gaiam balance ball chair with my legs crossed without cutting off circulation. walk the doggies, run to the grocery store, and then sit on my a$$ and watch TV and it's ALL good. Love, love, love whoever invented stretchy knits, and all the overweight Americans who have made it O.K. to wear them in public. My personal and undying thanks.

(Okay, 3 things, because I'm lovin' my ipod/music collection right now (Stuck in the Middle with You and the whole Reservoir Dogs soundtrack). I'd get up and dance, but my 4th favorite thing, my awesome wood-burning fireplace insert, is making me sweat.)

Where was I? Oh yeah -- sweats. They are FABULOUS. I'm currently enjoying black velour Nike sweats while watching figure skating (we'll get there, be patient). I thought I'd see who invented sweats, so I could see if maybe I could give him/her a hug or a handshake, or maybe just a digital pat on the back. Someone is crediting Mr. Russell for inventing the sweat top for his football-playing son in the early 20th. Didn't find anything re the bottoms, which is really the stuff that I love, because let's face it, those sweat shirts are nasty things that make women look big and beastly. Can't wear 'em in Phoenix anyway, and wouldn't want to if I could. Sorry Mr. Russell. This Wikipedia entry made me laugh and I recommend a read of the entire entry when you have a chance: "Sweatpants are an informal variety of trousers intended for comfort or athletic purposes. Many jails and juvenile institutions use sweatpants for their main uniform because of comfort and loose fitting. In the UK they are varyingly known as track suit bottoms or the more informal jogging bottoms, cottons (due to the common material used to make them being cotton), or simply trackies. In Australia and New Zealand they are known as track (or tracksuit) pants or, less formally, trakky daks. They can, in Ireland, be known as 'fatman' trousers." I knew I liked the Irish. But WTF with the "trakky daks?"

[Blog break -- worked the trackies to That's the Way Love Goes by the only relatively sane Jackson. Oops, additional break for Shining Star. Shining star for you to see-ee.... Okay, I cannot continue until I dance to Sex Bomb. Spy on me baby, use satellite.... You GO Tom. See how great the ipod is? Hot Child in the City. Why can't I just blog to my ipod all day.]

Oh yeah, and number 2 = ice skating. Yes, it's a chick thing. A winter chick thing. I hate sports, but I could watch ice skating all day. Come to my house in January or Februaruy -- we're watchin' ice skating, preferrably pairs. Not that stupid ice dancing, but pairs, where they throw each other (okay, mostly the girls) around. Although, I have to say, that I think the greatest ice skating team ever, Torvill and Dean, were ice dancers. Their 1984 Olypic performance to Bolero was the best ice skating performance ever. Burned into my psychie (sp?). [Grazin' in the Grass from Anchorman soundtrack.] Anyway, I likey the ice skating in January. And I'm looking forward to the winter Olympics, so I can watch the snow sports and the ice skating. I'm ready NBC. [Garth We Shall be Free.]

So after a deadly week of WORK, WORK, WORK, including a very FULL weekend of the same, I had a lovely dinner with my friends, three glasses of red, as much ice skating as anyone should have, and now Elvis over Yes Man with no sound, but close captioned. So life is still good. This chick in Yes Man teaches a jogging/photography class. Sign me up. Meanwhile, I'ma skate with Ena Wed. morning. That's gonna have to do it until I can develop my Bowler Skating Rink. If we're lucky I'll take some photos and it will be like a skating photography class. [Kenny Loggins, I'm All Right.]