My arms are sore as hell.  But, the bloating is settling down.  I decided to venture into the testosterone section of the gym today.  It's funny how it seems like a different world, even though there's no door and it's open to the rest of the gym.  I wanted to work my triceps and there wasn't any decent machine out on the main floor.  So I wanted to use the rope cable thingy (so technical, huh?).  Well, I walked into the area and it seemed as thought all heads turned to me.  I tried my best to swiftly walk to the area I needed without making eye contact.  I think once the guys realized that I knew what I was doing, they didn't even give me a second glance.  So I worked my triceps (rope) and deltoids (upright rows) in that room and boogied on out when I was done.  I think I might have to work on my butt gluteus maximus in there too.  So they better get used to me!

My dad's 50th birthday is a week from this Saturday.  What do you get for someone you tolerate, but don't like?  I decided on a gift card.  Heh!  Any other ideas?