She Spins me Round Round
It's been about 3 months since I've taken my Thursday spin class. And let me tell you, my chipper and fun spin teacher still don't care about my lady parts. She does all these dangerous balancing moves that are fun to do once you've gotten the hang of it, but if you're 3 months out of practice - you're thinking, holy crap. One false move and no sex for me. Can tell if it's worth it.
By the way, let's get a poll going. If you could choose a really good back rub over sex, would you do it? What's easier to come by? Sex or full body massages?
EESH. Too. Much. Coffee.
Or maybe I'm just pumped about the new pres. Woohoo. Partay. I'm not going to get all poignant cause I'll just be reiterating what ya'll are probably feeling right now. But yeah. Feeling hopeful. This is a happy time, yada yada.
A Schmersey Scene
Scene - Family of three is finishing their dinner. Daughter is standing up, doing jumping jacks while pulling out ice cream from the fridge.
MOLLY: Man, I have so much energy from not going to my spin class and sitting at the eye doctor's office for 2 hours. Boo! I wish I could have gone. I feel so lazy.
MOTHER: Oh great! Why don't you go outside and do the walk way...
MOLLY: Do the walk way? Oh, shovel? (daughter stops jumping, head goes down and expression turns solemn.) Wow, it's amazing how my energy just comes and goes.
FATHER: You ungrateful little..
MOLLY: Cuts in. Hey, I pushed some old lady around in a wheel chair at the doctor's. They were understaffed and my doctor goes, "You good with a wheel chair?" And man, let me tell you, they were old! daughter gets parents ice cream bowl, finishes serving ice cream and has a look of relief (likely from escaping shoveling duties).
Curtain Drops.
Mischief is a Bed Hog.
I was kind of excited when Mischief came in my room last night to sleep with me. He's not the most friendly or loving cat and it usually takes a few days for him to warm up. He plopped himself in the middle of my bed, preventing me from stretching my legs. Which I thought was okay until I decided to shift position around 1 am. I tried to gently push him out of the way but he wouldn't budge. In fact, he luxuriously sprawled himself across the bed, staking his territory. On the whole, I didn't sleep that well. He hogged the bed till around, I'm guessing, 7 am when he presumably went downstairs for breakfast. In my family, if you're still sleeping around 9am, when everyone else is awake, that's your problem. While I was still trying to get in another half hour, my parents spoke loudly to each other from room to room, my mom blow dried her hair, yelled at the cats, etc. And I took comfort in knowing that some times, my bad ear comes in handy.
So Full....
Owwwwwww. I'm so full... As is typical, my Jewish mother just overfed me. Yes, portion control is not one of their strong suits. There should be an acronym for this experience. Like instead of DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) there's DOSS (delayed onset stomach soreness). Food was so good. She mixed my Ukrainian Jewish heritage (borscht) with French brie, bread and pate. For dessert- American cherry cobbler.
Side note and unrelated. I asked my mom to please wake me up from a half hour nap because I couldn't figure out how to work the alarm they put in my room. An hour later, my dad came in my room to wake me up. I checked my phone and noticed that my mom actually called my cell in order to wake me up. Um. Yeah.
Ahhhh, Squirrel Porn Ovee Load
It never ends. Someone else found my blog through typing in "squirrel porn" in Google. Yes. Let's review. People look up squirrel porn on the internet. Hmmm. I am fearful for the state of humanity. Then again, I was the one who posted it.
Family History
As my parents and I sat down to dinner and watched the inauguration coverage, my dad told me something I never heard before. Okay, he claims to have told me, but believe me, I would have remembered something this significant.
In 1953, my dad was living in Minneapolis with his parents. His father worked at an electronics company and had gotten to know three African American women working in the factory of the company. He suggested that the company integrate the office and promote them to office workers. According to my dad, my grandfather developed an ulcer from the stress of trying to integrate the office. They subsequently moved out of Minneapolis and into New Ulm. My grandfather's health deteriorated for the next, I believe, 20 years and he died shortly before my parents got married. It makes me happy knowing that both sides of my family were progressive, accepting and open minded.
Mischief is Mischievious
ME: Mischief, how do you feel about Obama? Are you excited for the Inauguration?
MISCHIEF: Huh? What? I'm trying to rest. Already went to a kick ass celebration party last night. My head hurts and I don't know my tail from my ears.
Lola Feels Hopeful
ME: Lola, how do you feel about Obama? Are you excited for the Inauguration?
LOLA: I believe America will become a great country once again. And I can't wait to party with my favorite boy Mischief on Tuesday.
Dates and Schmersey
Two very unrelated subjects.
Can't wait to get to Schmersey and am going tomorrow morning.
TO DO:
1. Find negative of picture I took in Rome with shitty disposable camera.
2. Find zip drive with scans of pictures I took from college.
3. Find other Boyz II Men CD's.
4. Listen to Traveling Wilburys and decide whether or not to download on laptop.
5. Hybernate.
6. Watch lots of movies.
7. Not leave the warm comfort of my parent's house.
8. Take some indoor photos.
9. Chillax with Mischief the Cat and Lola.
AND my dating comment. It shall be noted that my outfit has mostly matched with my date's for all three dates. 1st = both wearing same color purple shirt and charcoal gray coat. 2 = he wore black and I wore white. Okay (that's stretching it). 3rd = he wore various shades of neutral greens and grays. And I wore sort of a plum color and browns. okay, peace. Love and Stay Warm.
Shit. It's Cold Out
I made the mistake of walking around outside for the last 3 hours. Went to Uniqlo to buy purple pants. Yes, I said purple. Then had to get them shortened cause I'm a member of the 5'1 1/2 club. And consequently had to wait around for 2 hours while that was going on. I dipped into this cute bookstore on Spring and had a not so healthy proscuitto and mozerella sandwhich which is becoming a once a month tradition. And finally braved the cold once again to retrieve my pants. The 6 at Spring was closed so I kind of gave up and walked the rest of the way home. It's an hour later, and my legs are still cold. In about 20 minutes, I have to leave again to go the long way to my babysitting job. Then I'm totally hybernating in my apartment after that with a movie.
Highway Men
I just had the funniest conversation trying to explain to my coworker why my high school mascot is called the Highwaymen. And I concluded that I didn't think it made much sense to me either.
Wow, the quick thinking of the Ferry boats and luck of the passengers make me tear. It's so nice to hear the news saturated with talk of a miracle vs. all the shit that's been going down. Wow. A plane in the river. Not something I expected to see when I erroneously set my alarm and overslept this morning.
Speed Racer
Tonight I attended the annual alumni ice skating even through my dad's college. But fortunately it was a shitload better than it was last year. As you may recall, last year it was snowing. Awful weather and my feet nearly froze off just trying to find Wollman Rink. When I finally got there, I was cold and cranky. See post from nearly a year ago here.
This year, it was freakin Minnesota freakin temperature. But at the rink, the windchill wasn't so bad. Besides, my skates are so old and about a size and a half too small on me that I couldn't feel my feet anyway. So I got yelled at 3 times to slow down. And the third time, the guard threatened to kick me off the ice. HA! Not to brag- okay, I'm bragging. But I wasn't even skating at my full speed! And I figured, my pops wanted to leave anyway, so wouldn't it be cool if I got kicked off for skating too fast. And so I did.
Yup. I've still got it!
Elephants, Yoga and Oversleeping
This morning I woke up at 9:30 because I accidentally forgot to reset my alarm after my 7pm nap last night. Actually, I woke up because I dreamed I was being chased by an elephant. There were many other aspects of my dream that I can't quite remember. Like reconnecting with an old friend and her family that I haven't seen since her wedding post college. In any case, that resulted in me not washing my hair. Ew. I haven't washed it since Monday night. Thank god for my dry "shampoo" that I'm almost out of. And hair clips.
In addition to my glorious nap, I also went to yoga for the first time in 2+ months. So glad I did cause my teacher will be away for 2 weeks. I'm feeling the after effects. Not more pliant but rather over stretched. Ow. I mean.. good "ow."
Article about New York Magazine
This article in Gawker, quoting Radar magazine perfectly sums up how I felt about New York Magazine. That the magazine obnoxiously catered to a very small demographic in NYC that is shrinking and they are paying the price. I guess no more reading about how the millionaires are jealous of the billionaires. Boo.