iPod go bye bye

I have been borrowing Aaron's iPod Nano for a quite a few months now.

He has another one that he uses for commuting on the bus - it's the super huge Cadillac version with 4 million gigs or so. So I have been taking the Nano with me to the gym to listen to GirlTalk (LOVE that skinny white boy) and my Guilty Pleasures dance mix while I log miles on the treadmill.

This set-up had been going along swimmingly until last Monday, when I realized there was no iPod in my gym bag. Curious, I thought to myself. I figured Aaron had taken it to use - since it is his, after all - and I didn't think too much about it.

When I got home, I asked Aaron where he had put the Nano and if I could use it for my workout on Wednesday. I was shocked to hear that he hadn't moved it or anything and didn't know where it was. I freaked out and we tore apart my car, the laundry room and my workout bag to look for the missing iPod.

As it turns out, I think I left it at the gym in the water bottle holder on the treadmill. You see, the Friday before last (the last day I had the iPod), I was watching Oprah while I was working out. It was the episode where the guests were talking about making a vision board collage and Jenny McCarthy had made one and then her book about her autistic son got published and all these ladies that had written books had made vision boards, too. And I was thinking, "Hot shit, I like collages. Maybe I'll make a vision board." Then, I promptly set down the iPod and forgot about it.

I should call the gym, you say? Did that. They thought they had it, maybe, but then it wasn't in the lost and found and they think "someone" took it out and they're not sure what happened. Soooo, I think somebody is the owner of a shiny new iPod with a kick-ass workout mix on it. I curse them and the ground they walk on. I hope they have bad karma and gain 100 pounds.