Excuses not to exercise

#1 - Blame it on the iPod

I had a dream the other night that I hired a personal assistant. Her first day on the job I asked her to organize my iTunes library. She was so not feeling me at that moment. She looked at me as if I thought I was the female version of Sean Combs. I don't remember if she actually completed the task. I think I woke up before I could find out. Maybe I was frightened by those daggers she was staring into me.

Hubby often comments on my eclectic taste in music. He just doesn't "get" me where music is concerned. I try to explain that I'm just an avid music lover. Plain and simple. I can appreciate all genres; everything from punk rock to classical.

Sometimes this presents a problem for me. Those times when I want to blast my music through the house, like when I'm cleaning or cooking a big meal, I often find myself in a quandry as to what I should listen to. At first I'll be in the mood for some smooth jazz. A few songs later I find myself wanting to dance. Then I have to interrupt whatever it is I'm doing to go scroll and click through until I get to some disco. By this time all I can hope is that the A.D.D. hasn't kicked in and I haven't forgotten what it is I wanted to listen to in the first place.

When it really irks me is on the rare occasions that I decide to exercise. Nothing is more aggrivating than to have to constantly flip through hundreds of songs to get to the one song I feel will keep me motivated to keep going.

I'm convinced my iPod is evil. I'm not saying all iPods are evil. Lord knows I do not have the cash to fight Apple for dissing their product (like my little opinion even counts--it's not like I'm Oprah). I'm saying my iPod is evil. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to organize the darn thing. Yeah, I know I can put every song into neat little playlists, but who has time for that? I tried at first but that evil thing wouldn't cooperate. I'm so far gone now I cannot imagine how I would even begin. I'm sure this is a good "problem" to have, but still.

So there you have it. If I didn't have to constantly look down to skip over Cold Play to get to Prince I would probably be on that elliptical a whole lot more often. Until T.O. becomes my personal trainer - in which case all excuses are out the window - I'll be battling between the forces of good and the evil iPod.