Saturday, February 28, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Lamp
Look at my cool new lamp. It's a seven pound chunk of pink Himalayan salt. It's supposed to have air purification properties or something. I got it at Wal-Mart, of all places.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Backhoe
Well I finally threw a shoe about the ice outside my office door. That's a big deal for me, as I'm not one to make waves. But with broken leg potential, it had to be fixed. They had to send a backhoe to bust up the ice, but it's cleared off now. Yay for me!!! Take THAT broken leg!
Monday, February 23, 2015
Misc Monday
** I didn't watch the Academy Awards. Never have, never will. There are just sooooo many award shows for actors. Exactly how many opportunities does Hollywood need to kiss it's own ass? I do sometimes flip through the dresses and whatnot, but I would honestly rather swallow a battery than watch the actual ceremony. Maybe I should give it a shot, because someone always makes an ass of him/herself, someone always falls down the stairs and someone always asks a completely inappropriate/awkward question on the red carpet. I just read on MSN--MSN!!--that there was a big to-do because this year there would be no "mani-cam". WTF? A camera dedicated to celebrities manicures. And, apparently, people are upset that it won't be there this year. First World Problems. That one's embarrassing, really.
** It has been brutally cold here and we just received six inches of snow with about a quarter inch of sleet thrown on top for good measure. On the north side of my building, where I park, is shaded and now the snow has been mashed down into a solid sheet of ice. It's no more than a seven foot walk from my car to the door but this morning I thought I wasn't going to make it. It's a good thing we have surveillance outside, that way someone will see me lying on the ice with a broken leg. At least I won't have to be out there for long. This is outside my office. Library on the left, City Hall on the right.
** The fellers are staying warm. Sometimes I just want to huck them out into the yard to they know exactly how good they have it.
** I'm working on my spring vacation (flat out refuse to say vacay. NOPE). May will be Georgia and South Carolina. Specifically Savannah, Golden Isles of Georgia and Charleston. It should be nice in late April / early May. Not too hot yet, pleasant in the evening. I've heard it's really nice there. A coworker was married in Charleston. We're looking at history tours, a ghost or cemetery tour in Charleston (it's supposedly one of the most haunted cities in the world) and visiting some of those old Antebellum houses.
** Furniture rearranging is to commence as soon as I get off of work. I don't really know why. I just kind of have a hankering for it. I'd also like to hang my TV on the wall. It's either a 50" or a 55" SmartTV, but it's the only nice possession I have and I would be more than a little miffed if I didn't hang it right and it broke.
**I am all about Criminal Minds right now. Everyone at work watches it, except me, and they finally wore me down. I started a couple weeks ago, on Netflix, and I'm maybe halfway through the fourth season. It's actually really watchable, although they do take a lot of liberties. Bonus--each season has about four hundred episodes, so that gives me something to do when I first get to work.
** It has been brutally cold here and we just received six inches of snow with about a quarter inch of sleet thrown on top for good measure. On the north side of my building, where I park, is shaded and now the snow has been mashed down into a solid sheet of ice. It's no more than a seven foot walk from my car to the door but this morning I thought I wasn't going to make it. It's a good thing we have surveillance outside, that way someone will see me lying on the ice with a broken leg. At least I won't have to be out there for long. This is outside my office. Library on the left, City Hall on the right.
** The fellers are staying warm. Sometimes I just want to huck them out into the yard to they know exactly how good they have it.
** I'm working on my spring vacation (flat out refuse to say vacay. NOPE). May will be Georgia and South Carolina. Specifically Savannah, Golden Isles of Georgia and Charleston. It should be nice in late April / early May. Not too hot yet, pleasant in the evening. I've heard it's really nice there. A coworker was married in Charleston. We're looking at history tours, a ghost or cemetery tour in Charleston (it's supposedly one of the most haunted cities in the world) and visiting some of those old Antebellum houses.
** Furniture rearranging is to commence as soon as I get off of work. I don't really know why. I just kind of have a hankering for it. I'd also like to hang my TV on the wall. It's either a 50" or a 55" SmartTV, but it's the only nice possession I have and I would be more than a little miffed if I didn't hang it right and it broke.
**I am all about Criminal Minds right now. Everyone at work watches it, except me, and they finally wore me down. I started a couple weeks ago, on Netflix, and I'm maybe halfway through the fourth season. It's actually really watchable, although they do take a lot of liberties. Bonus--each season has about four hundred episodes, so that gives me something to do when I first get to work.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Bodies
At my gym, there are two little girls, both three years old, that come with their moms. The gym owner babysits while the moms exercise. Both girls are cute as a button. Blond hair, blue eyes. I don't know their names, so we'll call them Sarah and Megan. Sarah is so willowy. Even at three she seems tall. She's so lean, and she's got the tiniest little butt. Megan, on the other hand, is built completely differently. She's shorter, stockier. She's got a belly, a ba-donk-a-donk butt and thunder thighs.
I was at the gym the other day, watching the girls play, and I was struck by this feeling of absolute sadness. I was sad for Megan. She's only three, so she's not aware of her body, but soon she will be. She will realize that she is different from Megan. She will probably not realize, for years yet, that she is bigger through no fault of her own.
I feel incredibly sad for Megan, for the struggles she is going to have. She will struggle her whole life to look like Sarah. Sarah, tall and willowy. Sarah, the same as Megan, has done nothing to influence her size. They were both simply made that way. Sarah is built exactly the same as her mom and it's the same for Megan.
Poor Megan will probably spend a lifetime trying to achieve the impossible. She will never be tall and willowy no matter what she does. No matter how little she eats, how much she exercises. She is not built that way. Sarah and Megan's body shape and size were determined at conception. Their body, color of their hair and eyes, skin tone. It was all set long before they were even born. It is in their DNA. Yet, somehow, Megan will try to change that. She will spend month after month, year after year berating herself over something that she cannot change. No matter what she does.
Of course, I was reading a lot into a three year old, but Megan came to embody the struggle that I, and most women, face on a daily basis. It's not just this tiny toddler that will struggle. However, it really struck me as I plugged along, at an embarrassingly slow rate on that godforsaken bicycle, that there are characteristics about ourselves that we simply cannot change. We need to let those go. Megan will never have mile long legs. But we can't forget that, one day, Sarah might cry every night because she doesn't have a Brazilian woman's butt like Megan's. It works both ways. Oh, how much happier we'd all be if we could just learn to accept ourselves. I know I would.
I was at the gym the other day, watching the girls play, and I was struck by this feeling of absolute sadness. I was sad for Megan. She's only three, so she's not aware of her body, but soon she will be. She will realize that she is different from Megan. She will probably not realize, for years yet, that she is bigger through no fault of her own.
I feel incredibly sad for Megan, for the struggles she is going to have. She will struggle her whole life to look like Sarah. Sarah, tall and willowy. Sarah, the same as Megan, has done nothing to influence her size. They were both simply made that way. Sarah is built exactly the same as her mom and it's the same for Megan.
Poor Megan will probably spend a lifetime trying to achieve the impossible. She will never be tall and willowy no matter what she does. No matter how little she eats, how much she exercises. She is not built that way. Sarah and Megan's body shape and size were determined at conception. Their body, color of their hair and eyes, skin tone. It was all set long before they were even born. It is in their DNA. Yet, somehow, Megan will try to change that. She will spend month after month, year after year berating herself over something that she cannot change. No matter what she does.
Of course, I was reading a lot into a three year old, but Megan came to embody the struggle that I, and most women, face on a daily basis. It's not just this tiny toddler that will struggle. However, it really struck me as I plugged along, at an embarrassingly slow rate on that godforsaken bicycle, that there are characteristics about ourselves that we simply cannot change. We need to let those go. Megan will never have mile long legs. But we can't forget that, one day, Sarah might cry every night because she doesn't have a Brazilian woman's butt like Megan's. It works both ways. Oh, how much happier we'd all be if we could just learn to accept ourselves. I know I would.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Miscellaneous Wednesday
** There have been a lot of commercials on lately for those gitantic Vermont Teddy Bears. The giant ones. Those commercials are creepy. The women look like they'd rather be humping the teddy bear than the guys who gave it to them. I don't know. They really like their teddy bears. Weird.
** I'm finally getting used to getting up at 4am. Up until now, from about 5-8am, I would welcome death. Now it's not so bad. Still sucky, but it's better.
** I watched Chernobyl Diaries the other day. I thought it was pretty good. It got a lot of hate on IMDB, but it entertained me for an hour and a half. What do the haters want? If it holds my attention, it gets an A+ in my book.
** One of my favorite pastimes is watching commercials with the sound off and trying to guess the product or service being advertised. You'd be surprised how many commercials could be appropriate for a vast array of things. Is a commercial for tampons or an all inclusive Bahamian Resort? Viagra or an Investment Firm? It's fun. Try it.
** I read in the news that a girl from somewhere in Eastern Europe, I think, tried to commit suicide because she failed math, chemistry and physics. She laid down across railroad tracks, intending for the train to kill her, but only managed to cut off both her legs. How horrible that she thought failing physics would be such a disappointment to her parents that being cut in two by a train was preferable. I can certainly empathise with anyone who is suicidial, but not from failing physics and chemistry. Honestly, I wouldn't even feel bad if I flunked physics. It would be expected. I got off the math bus a long time ago.
Happy Wednesday!
** I'm finally getting used to getting up at 4am. Up until now, from about 5-8am, I would welcome death. Now it's not so bad. Still sucky, but it's better.
** I watched Chernobyl Diaries the other day. I thought it was pretty good. It got a lot of hate on IMDB, but it entertained me for an hour and a half. What do the haters want? If it holds my attention, it gets an A+ in my book.
** One of my favorite pastimes is watching commercials with the sound off and trying to guess the product or service being advertised. You'd be surprised how many commercials could be appropriate for a vast array of things. Is a commercial for tampons or an all inclusive Bahamian Resort? Viagra or an Investment Firm? It's fun. Try it.
** I read in the news that a girl from somewhere in Eastern Europe, I think, tried to commit suicide because she failed math, chemistry and physics. She laid down across railroad tracks, intending for the train to kill her, but only managed to cut off both her legs. How horrible that she thought failing physics would be such a disappointment to her parents that being cut in two by a train was preferable. I can certainly empathise with anyone who is suicidial, but not from failing physics and chemistry. Honestly, I wouldn't even feel bad if I flunked physics. It would be expected. I got off the math bus a long time ago.
Happy Wednesday!
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Gym
I finally did it. I've gone back to the gym. Yuck. To say I'm not a fan of the gym would be an understatement. I have somewhat of a love/hate relationship with it. I hate going. Absolutely hate it. But I always feel so good afterwards. Mentally and physically, it makes me feel better. It's sort of like working overtime. I hate working the extra hours, but I love payday.
We have two gyms in town and the one Mom and I use is the old one. It's smelly. Half of the equipment has a sticky note on it that says "Use at your own risk." I'm the youngest person in there by a good thirty years. It's mostly a gathering place for the old folks in town, which suits me just fine. The other gym is brand new, with shiny new equipment. Everything works to perfection and it doesn't stink in there. But it's also full of the young crowd. People who are my age and in way better shape than me. I actually don't mind the boys so much. For the most part, they are actually there to work out, or at least try to look impressive trying to work out. The girls, on the other hand, are there to look awesome in their workout clothes. I've seen girls in there spend forty five minutes flitting from machine to machine, never doing any actual work on anything. But they look good and I hate them. They are the reason I go to the old, smelly gym.
I have to bring music with me. If I don't have my phone I'm not going. I HAVE to have it. It provides a necessary distraction. If I'm on the recumbent bicycle without my phone, all I can think is "My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts", for as long as I'm on it, which is no fun at all.
My goal is to, someday, be able to do fifty boys style pushups. Legit pushups. At the rate I'm going, I figure it'll take me abbbbooouuuutttt twenty seven years, and by then I'll be too old to do pushups anyway, so why bother? Every morning at work I watch South Park on Hulu and there are ads for Daily Burn all....the.....time. I like the idea of Daily Burn. All kinds of exercises in the privacy of your own home. Sounds awesome, but the people in the ads make me not even try. They are all wicked in shape and the exercises that they do in the commercials nearly make me herniate myself just watching. I'm sure they have exercises for the less athletically inclined but I already feel bad enough about myself. Nothing good can come from attempting any of that stuff. Maybe someday. In twenty seven years.
We have two gyms in town and the one Mom and I use is the old one. It's smelly. Half of the equipment has a sticky note on it that says "Use at your own risk." I'm the youngest person in there by a good thirty years. It's mostly a gathering place for the old folks in town, which suits me just fine. The other gym is brand new, with shiny new equipment. Everything works to perfection and it doesn't stink in there. But it's also full of the young crowd. People who are my age and in way better shape than me. I actually don't mind the boys so much. For the most part, they are actually there to work out, or at least try to look impressive trying to work out. The girls, on the other hand, are there to look awesome in their workout clothes. I've seen girls in there spend forty five minutes flitting from machine to machine, never doing any actual work on anything. But they look good and I hate them. They are the reason I go to the old, smelly gym.
I have to bring music with me. If I don't have my phone I'm not going. I HAVE to have it. It provides a necessary distraction. If I'm on the recumbent bicycle without my phone, all I can think is "My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts. My crotch hurts", for as long as I'm on it, which is no fun at all.
My goal is to, someday, be able to do fifty boys style pushups. Legit pushups. At the rate I'm going, I figure it'll take me abbbbooouuuutttt twenty seven years, and by then I'll be too old to do pushups anyway, so why bother? Every morning at work I watch South Park on Hulu and there are ads for Daily Burn all....the.....time. I like the idea of Daily Burn. All kinds of exercises in the privacy of your own home. Sounds awesome, but the people in the ads make me not even try. They are all wicked in shape and the exercises that they do in the commercials nearly make me herniate myself just watching. I'm sure they have exercises for the less athletically inclined but I already feel bad enough about myself. Nothing good can come from attempting any of that stuff. Maybe someday. In twenty seven years.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Thought for the Day
Another plane crash in Asia. Do they let just anybody get a pilot's license? Those people can't fly for shit.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
It's a good day
A comfy chair. An even comfier pillow and a belly full of Fancy Feast. It's a good day.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Football and Baseball
Pizza on Super Bowl Sunday is a family tradition. Honestly, I didn't even know who was playing until the game started. I'm not so keen on football. And I'm only interested in the game until the pizza runs out. Then I no longer care. I do like the pizza, though. I left right before halftime. I had to get up at 4am, so I missed the halftime show. I bet Katy Perry would have been decent. Michael Jackson's halftime show was awesome. Anyone remember that one? It was really good.
For Christmas, my brother bought me a baseball bat and then had it signed by Matt Holliday, my fav, at the Winter Warm Up a couple of weeks ago. It's really nice, and he got a case to put the bat in. I hung it over the doorway to the living room. So far, so good. It's still up there. I have a Matt Holliday baseball, too. I'm getting quite a collection going.
For Christmas, my brother bought me a baseball bat and then had it signed by Matt Holliday, my fav, at the Winter Warm Up a couple of weeks ago. It's really nice, and he got a case to put the bat in. I hung it over the doorway to the living room. So far, so good. It's still up there. I have a Matt Holliday baseball, too. I'm getting quite a collection going.
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