#1
Nothing makes me so disappointed than having worked up the desire to actually go to the gym only to get there and get stuck in the parking lot traffic jam. I have to remember to not go there on Mondays. Everyone tries to be good, come Monday.
Later in the week, like by Thursday, the gym is practically deserted, compared.
Those are my favorite days. At the gym. (If that is possible).
#2
It is so nice that the Spring is here. I believe we are up to five whole days in a row of sunshine.
Today, I even managed to get out for a bit into the sunshine.
#3
So there is the theory (or real research) among e-mail marketers that Tuesday is the best day for your message to get read.
Today (a Tuesday), I got 62 messages in my e-mail box.
I am thinking that if everyone sends them on a Tuesday, they’re not all going to get read. But, maybe that is just me.
#4
So… I got nothing else. Nothing…
When I was out last weekend with the girlfriends, I ran into our finance director at the bar we stopped into. I introduced him to my friends, he introduced me to his. I had actually bumped into him a few weeks before, when I was out with some friends from school. Both times, we hung out.
This most recent time, we talked about what a small world it was on this side of town, at least. Again, we hung out; he and his friends did lots of shots. My friends are more the ‘wine’ type. Or the ‘I have to drive home’ type. Or the ‘that will just make me want to go to bed. And not as in ’sleep with you’ but go to sleep because I am so exhausted’ type.
So, when I saw him at work the following week, after running into him twice and hanging out with him, I was surprised when he gave the total cold shoulder. Like not even eye contact in the hallway.
Hmmm.
I am left wondering what happen. Or, more likely, which one of my friends offended him and/or his friends.
“Ted Nugent,” said my mother, “will be performing in ‘Jesus Christ Superstar.’ “
I chuckled.
My mother had no idea what was funny. “So should I get tickets?” she asked. “I think I’d really like to see it. Especially with Ted Nugent in it.”
“I think you mean ‘Ted Neeley.“ I said. “Ted Hugent is a crazy, shirtless 1970s rock star who most recently became a vocal conservative support of George W and talks a lot about hunting and killing things.”
“Whatever.” said my mother, with a wave of hand, dismissing me.
#1
The sun is shining. Even more exciting, it was shining for pretty much three days none stop.
#2
The snow is melting.
(Do hear the Wicked Witch saying ‘I’m melting, I’m melting’ too? Or is it just me?).
#3
It was nice to drive home from the other side of town tonight without the white-out blizzard conditions that have plagued me for the last 8-weeks full of Thursdays.
#4
I lost my cell phone a few times over the weekend.
I am beginning to wonder if I am losing my mind, already.
#5
I was out last night for dinner, at a bar my friends and I hung out at a lifetime ago, where I was still able to play the classic game of ‘guess how many people Jo slept with in this bar.’
Fifteen years later.
#6
Once again, I managed to fall asleep on my loveseat both nights over the weekend.
No wonder my neck hurts.
No wonder I have no life.
#7
I managed to make it to the gym three whole days in a row. After the craziness of last week, I consider that a minor victory!
My mother came into my house, via the side door and sat her purse down on the kitchen floor, before coming up the three steps into my house via the kitchen. “Oh,” she said, kind of horrified, “Is that a condom on the floor?”
She pointed to something on my kitchen floor, acting all shocked.
I walked over and picked it up, chuckling to myself. “This?” I asked.
My mother nodded. At the yellow packet between my fingers.
“This packet of Splenda?” I asked.
“Oh.” said my mother, somewhat disappointed. “I guess that is not a condom.”
“No.” I said. “But thank you for the blog material.”
A worker pointed out that it is indeed Shamrock Shake season at McDonald’s here. That led us to discuss the whole fast food industry and the nation of consumers. There is one coworker, skinny as a rail, who eats McDonald’s or Wendy’s everyday for lunch, has candy throughout that day and a bowl of ice cream before dinner every night. EVERY NIGHT.
It leaves the rest of us angry, jealous of her metabolism.
I think in the last year, I have been to McDonald’s twice. Both times for breakfast on out-of-town vacations. (But, for a Shamrock Shake, I would seriously consider a return).
“I don’t eat McDonald’s every day.” she protested. “Sometimes, I go to Kentucky Fried Chicken.”
My stomach hurt for her. All that grease.
“Life is so not fair.” said Tutti, sitting down at her desk, with a small garden salad. “So freaking’ unfair.”
“The problem with hockey is that everyone has a stick.” – a coworker, on the recent Olympic hockey game.
