Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Summer is here!

I really don't have a thing to blog about. The sad thing is, I know even that is not an original blog idea.

I read a couple of different blogs and most of them have at least one post about being unable to write. I don't even think it's writer's block. I think it's some sort of Facebook related degeneration.

See, even that is not original. I, like most bloggers, have been using Facebook as a substitute creative outlet. It's so convenient. Also, it doesn 't require much preparation and I know I have an audience.

As I mentioned in the title: summer is here! I say that because I struggle with depression and the dark winter days really wear me out. By the time Spring peeks around the corner The Bell Jar has a vaccuum seal. But, I feel good right now. The vegetable garden is full of ripening vegetables, and the pool at the Y is open. I am determined to get my money's worth out of the pool this summer.

I was there this afternoon for an hour, and it was delightful. I bailed on Body Pump (lifting free weights in an instructor-led environment), but a friend of mine was in there. It turns out her instructor skipped, and one of the "woo girls" tried to lead the class. I call them that because there is a group of women in every class at the Y. You know, when the instructor asks,

"How is everyone tonight?"
Response: Woo!

"How are ya'll doing out there?"
Response: Woo!

"Can ya'll here the music?"
Response: Woo!


The Woo Girls - from How I Met Your Mother:

What's a Woo Girl? A Woo Girl is a type of young woman, who like the cuckoo bird or the Whip-Poor-Will, gets get name from the signature sound she makes.

"Wooooo!"

A woo can be elicited from a certain song coming on the jukebox ("Sweet Home Alabama" plays); to half-priced shots; from a ride on a mechanical bull; to, well, pretty much anything.

The world absolutely needs Woo Girls. If there were no Woo Girls, there would be no 'Girls Gone Wild,' no bachelorette parties, no Las Vegas poolside bars. All of the things that you hold dearest would be gone.

The souvenir shot-glass industry would collapse; so would the body-glitter industry -- and, the stretch Hummer rental industry. Tiny cowboy hats would be worn only by tiny cowboys. And when 'Brown- Eyed Girl' would come up on the jukebox, all you would hear ... would be silence .... and 'Brown-Eyed Girl.' But who would "woo"? Who would "woo"? Would you? Would you ... "woo"?


I tried to define The Woo Girls to a woman I know her response was, "What's wrong with being a Woo Girl?"

Unsurprisingly, we're not close.