Spirited Aerobics

Jen and I have been going to this really amazing gym class on Monday nights at the gym closest to our house. I say the class is really amazing, and by that, I mean that it kicks our butts every Monday night. The class is a mixture of aerobics and kickboxing, normally put to Brittany Spears (seems like she's popular with our instructor).

Two things were really funny/interesting/great about this past week's class:

The first, we got to cool down with a little dance to Jai-Ho, or however you spell it, which is the song from Slumdog Millionaire that they all do a dance to at the end of the movie. It was so fun!!

The second, is that we have a slew of really interesting people at this class. I mean, really interesting. There is this older woman who wears multiple layers of shirts and shorts, and she's always wearing her hair in pigtails. Instead of jogging during our warm up, sometimes she dances around in circles. The people watching at this class is great! She is one of many really fun people. However, she is the focus of my second point, so I must digress: as we were walking out of class this past week, she passes me a little pocket book entitled, "The way to God." It is a 46-paged little book that takes people through the gospel message, complete with pictures and everything. My favorite was p.7: "It was a sad day for the human race when Adam and Eve sinned." I checked out the book and it seemed pretty theologically solid (not a Jehovah's Witness tool, or anything like that). So I think it safe to say that either a)I have made a new friend at my gym class in this concrete jungle of Los Angeles, CA or b) I really look like I need Jesus, which is probably true most days.

Ferrets away!

This past Monday, while eating dinner in our apartment, Jen got a call from our neighbor Fernando in apartment #6. He said, "Help, there's a ferret stadning outside our door and he's trying to come in!" Sure enough, Jen and I looked outside, and behold, there was a ferret pawing at their door trying to enter. So we tryed to coax it down the hall to our door (we're #1) and it went that way, but then ran back to the boys' apartment. We couldn't figure out what to do, becuase if you call animal control they will just kill it, or at least that's what Fernando thought. So Jen grabs our broom (I don't know if I will ever use this broom to clean our house again...) and she and Fernando try to start pushing it away from their door. Meanwhile Jullian, Fernando's roommate, and I are afraid that it is going to bite Fernando's feet (he wasn't wearing any shoes). The ferret will just not go down the stairs, and that's when the people from the apartment building right next to us walked out of the apartment building. Just randomly and casually Jullian asked them, "You all by any chance wouldn't happen to own a ferret, would you?"

And by George, one of the girls was like, "Oh, my gosh! He's been lost for a few minutes now!" So we were able to return the ferret. When we admitted that we were trying to push it down the stairs and out of our apartment complex because we had heard that ferrets were really mean, she replied, "Oh, not Rico, he would never hurt anyone."

Well, there you have it. Add one more layer to the cake: supposedly ferrets are illegal in California state? Who knows... things in Hollywood never surprise me anymore.