Topsy Turvy, like Billy Blanks' Abs

What a topsy turvy March it was. Oddly, it has all culminated into a bit of fizzle; an asystolic pause. Calm before the storm, or inevitable winding down a la the VHS tape? Oh I do feel for the forgotten, obselete VHS tape. But here's a scoop: over the weekend, I found a VHS tape with Tae Bo on it - sweet!

How could we resist the temptation of a work out with Billy Blanks and those super hardcore android-accompaniments. That poor Shelly, always made to count, while holding an imaginary cup on her hips, knees and ankles during the taekwondo kicks . My imaginary cup was plastic and disposable - less effort to hold up. It must have been a completely ridiculous sight; and we didn't even make it through the whole session. Taut abs, gluteus maximus' go begging.

March 2009 involved:

• dogmatic searches for 'signs';
  
• attempts at usurping fate via 20 cent coin tosses, which incidentally lands on heads 80% of the time;
  
• numerous poll-taking exercises with unsuspecting and kind volunteers/victims
  
• a few attempts at penning a predictive mathematical formula;
  
• some productive and unproductive discussions;
• last ditch, when all else fails tactics i.e. desperately seeking Dr Phil and Oprah.

Now we are on the other side, probably too fresh (and exhausted) to reflect in any meaningful manner. Regret or Reborn?

March 2009 made sane with the help of:

• The movie: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist - it has The Cure, an excellent soundtrack and 'geek du jour' Michael Cera - what else do you need?
• The book: Disgrace - how well does this guy write. Jealous.
• The fact: 79% chance that I will still be working when I am 37.
• Miraculous return of form of our basketball team with the help of Shaq Attack.
• Bragging rights for being equal winner at the Terry Hills driving range challenge.
  
• Good friends & family.