Random Musings from a pretty good Memorial Day weekend...
Schumi won the European Grand Prix, the other Ferrari was second, so all is as it should be and my world makes sense again. Montoya continued his sorry driving, but he qualified too badly to be a threat to the Ferraris; this time, it was his own teammate that he drove into and sent spinning off the track, collecting one of the Toyotas in the process. How many drivers is this fuckwit going to be allowed to punt off before the FIA does something???
After a couple of rain delays, Buddy Rice won the Indy 500. I don’t follow IRL (or CART) so I didn’t really care who won, but once things looked promising for Buddy’s win, I was so happy for David Letterman! I think Dave was more overcome than Buddy. Dave’s his car owner, if you didn’t know, and a guy who grew up in Indiana loving the tradition of the 500. He was so thrilled that you just couldn’t help but be thrilled for him.
May 29 is my work anniversary and on Saturday, I opened the door to a florist overwhelmed with roses: red ones, yellow ones, pink ones. Have I ever chanced to mention that I have the World’s Greatest Boss?
I decided that, beginning June 1, I would take the stairs to my office in an effort to combat my exponentially-expanding stomach and hips. Frankly, this seemed like a far better idea when I was sitting on my couch considering it than when I was midway through flight 7 of 10. I was pleased that I did okay breath-wise (I have respiratory issues) and I did okay leg-muscle-wise but I’m not sure my knee will tolerate this. About five years ago, I destroyed my left knee, which was a big contributor to the weight issue. I’ve never been skinny, or someone who runs 2 miles a day before breakfast, but I was reasonably satisfied with my size and reasonably active: always took the stairs in the parking deck, walked instead of moving the car fifty feet, that kind of thing. Once my knee was injured, though, I wasn’t supposed to bend it (so no stairs), I was supposed to watch how much weight and stress I put on it, etc. so I became totally inactive. If you’re wondering, technically all I did was cut my knee, but once I tell you it took 28 stitches to put it back together, 17 of which were subcutaneous, that should give you a pretty good idea of just how much fun it was. That’s when I really blimped up and, as anybody who’s ever gained a pound knows, it’s a helluva lot easier to put it on than take it off. Finally, I got back down to ‘grudgingly acceptable’ but things are starting to expand again - grrrr. I hate obsessing about it but I wish I looked a bit better than I do. Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll be able to continue the stair thing because now my knee is making these gross creaky sounds - ick.
My kitchen is suffering from an ant invasion. I can’t figure out where they’re coming from but every time I went into the kitchen there were tons of them in the sink, on the surrounding counter and in the dishwasher covering the one dirty plate inside. I am reluctant to spray pesticide because the area overlaps where I prepare the food. You know I’d manage to poison myself but not the ants. I smashed a whole bunch of them and, even though such behavior runs contrary to my clean-freak nature, I left the smushed ant-corpses on the counter, to serve as a warning to the others. This did not work. I guess ants aren’t smart enough to engage in self-preservation. So I Cloroxed everyone in the area and wiped up the bodies. The smell kept them away for a couple of hours but now they’re back.
It’s been kind of interesting hearing the various alternatives to pesticide: my mom suggested chalk lines - apparently they won’t or can’t walk across chalk. My friend Mike says they hate cucumbers, so sit out a few cucumbers. He very helpfully elaborated, “But you gotta throw ‘em away when they get mushy or they’ll smell bad.”. Borax has also been suggested by Mom. I guess I’ll be purchasing Borax and cucumbers at some point today.
Is NOTHING sacred? Reality television, a genre which holds not the slightest iota of interest or appeal for me, has invaded SpeedVision. To make matters worse, it’s a reality dating show. “I Wanna Date A Race Car Driver”. You’d think the Testosterone Channels would be safe from such idiocy, but noooo.
How about this for a reality tv show? “Stall Number Three”, where every week our hidden camera allows us to watch contestants find a creative solution to the absence of toilet paper. Sorry, I’m not usually so...um, disgustingly biological in my humor, but I guess thinking of reality tv shows just naturally leads to thinking of excrement. And speaking of excrement, MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
Schumi won the European Grand Prix, the other Ferrari was second, so all is as it should be and my world makes sense again. Montoya continued his sorry driving, but he qualified too badly to be a threat to the Ferraris; this time, it was his own teammate that he drove into and sent spinning off the track, collecting one of the Toyotas in the process. How many drivers is this fuckwit going to be allowed to punt off before the FIA does something???
After a couple of rain delays, Buddy Rice won the Indy 500. I don’t follow IRL (or CART) so I didn’t really care who won, but once things looked promising for Buddy’s win, I was so happy for David Letterman! I think Dave was more overcome than Buddy. Dave’s his car owner, if you didn’t know, and a guy who grew up in Indiana loving the tradition of the 500. He was so thrilled that you just couldn’t help but be thrilled for him.
May 29 is my work anniversary and on Saturday, I opened the door to a florist overwhelmed with roses: red ones, yellow ones, pink ones. Have I ever chanced to mention that I have the World’s Greatest Boss?
I decided that, beginning June 1, I would take the stairs to my office in an effort to combat my exponentially-expanding stomach and hips. Frankly, this seemed like a far better idea when I was sitting on my couch considering it than when I was midway through flight 7 of 10. I was pleased that I did okay breath-wise (I have respiratory issues) and I did okay leg-muscle-wise but I’m not sure my knee will tolerate this. About five years ago, I destroyed my left knee, which was a big contributor to the weight issue. I’ve never been skinny, or someone who runs 2 miles a day before breakfast, but I was reasonably satisfied with my size and reasonably active: always took the stairs in the parking deck, walked instead of moving the car fifty feet, that kind of thing. Once my knee was injured, though, I wasn’t supposed to bend it (so no stairs), I was supposed to watch how much weight and stress I put on it, etc. so I became totally inactive. If you’re wondering, technically all I did was cut my knee, but once I tell you it took 28 stitches to put it back together, 17 of which were subcutaneous, that should give you a pretty good idea of just how much fun it was. That’s when I really blimped up and, as anybody who’s ever gained a pound knows, it’s a helluva lot easier to put it on than take it off. Finally, I got back down to ‘grudgingly acceptable’ but things are starting to expand again - grrrr. I hate obsessing about it but I wish I looked a bit better than I do. Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll be able to continue the stair thing because now my knee is making these gross creaky sounds - ick.
My kitchen is suffering from an ant invasion. I can’t figure out where they’re coming from but every time I went into the kitchen there were tons of them in the sink, on the surrounding counter and in the dishwasher covering the one dirty plate inside. I am reluctant to spray pesticide because the area overlaps where I prepare the food. You know I’d manage to poison myself but not the ants. I smashed a whole bunch of them and, even though such behavior runs contrary to my clean-freak nature, I left the smushed ant-corpses on the counter, to serve as a warning to the others. This did not work. I guess ants aren’t smart enough to engage in self-preservation. So I Cloroxed everyone in the area and wiped up the bodies. The smell kept them away for a couple of hours but now they’re back.
It’s been kind of interesting hearing the various alternatives to pesticide: my mom suggested chalk lines - apparently they won’t or can’t walk across chalk. My friend Mike says they hate cucumbers, so sit out a few cucumbers. He very helpfully elaborated, “But you gotta throw ‘em away when they get mushy or they’ll smell bad.”. Borax has also been suggested by Mom. I guess I’ll be purchasing Borax and cucumbers at some point today.
Is NOTHING sacred? Reality television, a genre which holds not the slightest iota of interest or appeal for me, has invaded SpeedVision. To make matters worse, it’s a reality dating show. “I Wanna Date A Race Car Driver”. You’d think the Testosterone Channels would be safe from such idiocy, but noooo.
How about this for a reality tv show? “Stall Number Three”, where every week our hidden camera allows us to watch contestants find a creative solution to the absence of toilet paper. Sorry, I’m not usually so...um, disgustingly biological in my humor, but I guess thinking of reality tv shows just naturally leads to thinking of excrement. And speaking of excrement, MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
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