For the past week and a half, I have been rising daily at 5 a.m. to go to boot camp. I wasn't sure about it going in but signed up because Debbie asked if I wanted to do it together and I am nothing if not a supportive friend.

People, I was born to do boot camp. I love it. LOVE it. it's like gym class for adults. Lots of cardio, strength training, plyometric exercises. It's challenging but great. In fact, some days it's really challenging - today as I left I sent the Captain a text suggesting that the instructor was trying to kill me. But after just eight days, I can see changes in my body and I love being done with my daily exercise by 7 a.m.

But getting up at 5 a.m. sucks. Given a robust social calendar lately, I've really been burning the candle at both ends. In the past three nights, I have gotten a total of eight hours of sleep. But for good reasons. Last night, I made my inaugural visit to Citi Field, accompanied by the Captain and the Colonel. The park is beautiful (and kudos to the powers-that-be for rerouting the path from the subway to the stadium), the night was chilly but nice and the game was a good extra-innings Mets victory that featured the first streaker in Citi Field history.










But all this nonstop activity has left me absolutely exhausted. Today I actually awoke at 4:30 a.m. because the Captain needed to be to work by 6. So by mid-afternoon, I felt like I had been awake for two days. I couldn't remember going to boot camp this morning - it seemed like another day. I hope to get some sleep tonight and tomorrow because Friday night features a trip to central Pennsylvania to see a 60-year-old Jerseyan rock his ass off.

This is all a long-winded way of saying I knew it would take something special to get me back on the blog train. And today, my brother provided just the inspiration I needed when he forwarded this gem from a friend.

Too busy to do your own browsing? Here, I'll just take you right to the trainwreck highlight.

Now.

My family has a great sense of humor, and we can be a little wacky. But under no circumstances - and I mean NONE - would this have been considered. Seriously, if someone offered my parents a million dollars to dress up like this, they would have declined.

There is no way those kids aren't on drugs, in porn, or in jail for killing their parents.

Two other sites also made their way to me recently, and they are somewhat related. I'd encourage you to check out Texts From Last Night and What Not To Share. The second one is particularly amusing. I have one Facebook friend whose status updates could fill this entire blog.

But I think This is Why You're Fat remains my favorite web site. Several recent entries have led me to suspect the proprietors of TIWYF might be based in Jersey, including one submission from the Grease Trucks and the previously mentioned Potachos from Stuff Yer Face. Today, they offered the Monte Cristo, one of my favorite diner staples. But they kicked it up a notch, deep frying the entire sandwich and covering it in raspberry preserves and powdered sugar.















It's a real shame we haven't had a nutrition analysis at boot camp. I'd love to list things like this.