Grrr.
How seriously evil do you have to be to steal all the valuables from someone on Thanksgiving? Serious negative karma points.
How seriously evil do you have to be to steal all the valuables from someone on Thanksgiving? Serious negative karma points.
If you’re lucky like me and don’t have to cook today, you can fix your own turkey online.
If you aren’t in a tryptophan induced coma tomorrow night, a group is gathering to take in the new Bond film, Die Another Day at the UA MacArthur at 7:30pm. I would recommend buying your tickets in advance.
Following the path of The Luccis, I’ve now posted my Chrismas Wish List. Start shopping now! There’s only 29 shopping days left!
I took a huge leap today. I quit my afternoon office job. No more financial safety net. Now it is make Apt Minds succeed or die trying.
I went on a retreat with the adult singles group at the new church I have been attending this weekend. I was amazed by how easily I fit in. I think that being around people I know have similar morals makes it easy for me to settle into being myself. They are a fun group and I am glad I got an extended chance to get to know them better. If you are coming to the potluck this Saturday, you may get a chance to meet some of them.
We played football this weekend and I caught a pass. If you have ever had the chance to see me play a sport, especially one where things fly at me, you know that I would normally shriek and duck when a ball comes my way. Not this time. I caught the ball with exceptional grace. I was so pleased with myself, I demanded high fives from the game’s quarterback.
I’m going to my Dallas cousins’ for Thanksgiving and have been told to bring a Chardonnay. Any recommendations?
I’m leaving town this weekend. Try not to cry. You’ll be ok. I’ll be back Sunday. Awww, no need for tears! Chin up! And try and behave yourself while I’m gone.
Our landlord, on parking in front of his house, blocking garbage pickup:
“It pisses me off. I’ll slash your tires!”
On doing it a second time:
“Do it again, I’ll kill you.”
You do not want to come between him and his trash pickup.
I didn’t realize opening the side window would lead to a moment of beauty.
I heard the Dixie Chicks coming through the outdoor speakers of our next door neighbors/landlords, so I opened the window that faces their house. I sat back at my desk, as a solo, acoustic version of Everyday began. I turned my head completely to the left, facing out the window as a breeze passed. The sun-brightened yellow leaves began to flutter slowly from the tall branches. It was gorgeous.
I love days like this.
As Julie mentioned, our household joined the YMCA this week. I’m excited about the three of us motivating each other to go every morning. It is a lot easier when you have others going with you.
This morning, I decided to try out the Cycle Reebok (spin) class. It’s aerobics done on a stationary bike, simulating an outdoor ride through the hills and valleys.
I knew things were bad when my legs were already saying “WTF?” during the warm-up. About half an hour into it, I could not even pretend to pedal anymore. I unstrapped myself from the pedals and stood up. One step away from the bike, my legs turned to mush. Remember that scene in Bridget Jones’s Diary where she gets off the bike and collapses to the floor? That was me, except I managed to grab the bike and stay upright. I had to stand there for several mintues while the instructor led me through some stretches.
I slowly left the class and made my way to the locker room, where I sat for a few minutes, relishing the feel of a complete seat under my derriere.
I hate those tiny bike seats. This one even had a pad on it, but it didn’t make the seat any wider. My pelvic bones hit the seat at just the right spot that sitting now is painful. And my legs are so mushy that I can’t really control the rate at which I sit. So I ended up falling into a chair, then shouting expletives because of the pain in my butt. Good times.
I’ll be back in class again Monday morning.