In all the excitement of last week, I forgot to tell you all about my dream, or should I say, my nightmare. I don't always remember my dreams, but there are times when I do and this was one I did remember. I don't always remember my dreams as soon as I get up either, sometimes, it is something that I see or something that happens in day that triggers my memory. This was the case last week. I was driving to the gym Wednesday morning when suddenly, I remembered my nightmare from the previous night.
The dream/nightmare went something like this. I was standing in front of a school. The school turns out to be the rival elementary school of my childhood elementary school, but the building doesn't look the same. I walk into the building and go to the office. Then, suddenly I am being told about "my class". Huh? Excuse me, what class? I look down at what I am wearing and I am wearing a school hoodie, like that is professional. The school secretary sends me off to the cafeteria to get the kids. I am all worried because I have no clue what I am teaching and I don't know my students. I don't have my classroom ready either.
I walk into a room that resembles an auditorium, but it seems like it is now a cafeteria because the kids are eating lunch. Why the kids are eating lunch when they just got to school is way beyond me. The principal is running the cafeteria and the principal, I can't tell if it is a man or a woman, tells me to go get my things so I can be ready for the kids. I go to a workroom and meet the people I work with, and I learn that one of the other teachers isn't there yet. I guess I am not as behind as I thought.
I get some school stuff together and I walk back to the auditorium/cafeteria. I realize that I have been in this room before, in a previous dream. During that dream, the room was being used for a talent contest, but it was the same room. I can see the students, but I can't make out their faces, they're just kids, nothing that defines them from one another. It is really weird. I take my students out of the cafeteria/auditorium and that is all I can remember.
I don't want to go back to teaching. I have no desire to step foot back into a classroom. I don't know what this dream means, perhaps it's my way of leaving teaching behind. I can't see the kids faces and in my dream, it is obvious I don't really want to be there because I am not prepared in the least. I like my job. I wouldn't want to go back to teaching. So, I can't figure out why I am having dreams like this.
I hope I don't have anymore dreams/nightmares like that one. That's enough to scare you so much you wouldn't want to sleep. Until next time, Diva Divine
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Not so faboo Friday
Today I am writing you from my new MacBook. I bet you are asking/wondering "Why do you have a MacBook and how did you afford it?" Yes, I did get a raise when I went to my new job, but not that big of a raise. Yes, I am saving money on gas because I live close to work, but not enough to afford a new computer. No, I am not dancing at Legg's Dungeon Lounge. I will cut to the chase. Let me take you back to Friday.
I was sitting in my little cubicle at work, reading some material from a video taped speech I had attended on Thursday. I had to sync what the person said in the interview with the materials we already have printed to determine what items he needs to take on the road with him when he gives speeches. Anyhow, around 4:05 my phone starts ringing. Normally, I would not answer my cell phone at work, but the number was my apartment complex and for some reason I felt compelled to pick up the phone. The person on the other line identifies herself as working for my apartment complex and I could tell something was wrong. She proceeds to tell me there is a problem. My downstairs neighbor, Cowboy Bob, came home around 3:00 to find his apartment had been burglarized. He immediately called the office and then realized all the doors of all the apartments in our building had been pried or were open. Then, he called the police. The person from the office said they didn't know if anything had been taken from my apartment, but Cowboy Bob had lost all his electronics. I was of course, trying not to flip out and all I could think was "What did they take?" She told me to come home and meet them at the apartment.
The five minute drive home felt like five hours. All that was running through my mind was "The extra set of keys to my car was hanging by the door!!" Then, I just kept reminding myself "It's only things that they took, and things can be replaced." I had to keep repeating that over and over. I also have insurance, which costs me so little every month I don't even realize it comes out of my account, but it saves me money on my car insurance and since you never know what could happen, it's good to have it on all the stuff in your apartment, too.
When I pulled into my apartment, the police were here and all the people in my building were standing outside. Cowboy Bob was out there with the other neighbor and one of the people from the apartment complex, who just happens to be Cowboy Bob's girlfriend. She says to me "They didn't take your television or DVD player. I don't think they took anything from your apartment. But you should go check."
It was not fun to walk into the building and see your door with a big dent in it and wood splinters all over the floor. The perps had used a pry bar to literally rip the doors open. The door frame in my apartment has splintered and the paint around the door frame was ripped off the wall! I knew before I walked into my apartment that my laptop was gone. Seriously, if you took the time to nearly take out a wall and you didn't take my television or DVD player, you took my laptop that was sitting on the couch.
I looked at the powerstrip on the floor before I looked on the couch...the power cord was gone and so was the laptop it was attached to. Rotten stinkin' criminals! They didn't take the printer or the wireless router. I had DVD's on the table and in my cabinet. Nope, they only had time to take the laptop. The keys to my car were hanging on the hooks next to the door. All they wanted was the laptop.
I stayed calm, which is big for me. I have been known to just lose it from time to time. I got on the phone, called the insurance company, started the claims process and waited for the police to come and take my report. He told me they wouldn't be able to dust for prints because the laptop was on the couch and they doubted they touched anything else. Plus, when they cleaned out Cowboy Bob, they had touched his cable box and remote and a few other things, so they were going to use those surfaces because they could get good prints. I got my case number and the police told me they would be in touch.
The criminals took the flat screen television from Cowboy Bob's apartment, his Wii game console, games, DVD's, and his clothes basket with the clothes still in it!!! They used his tools to take this television off the stand! We figure they used the clothes basket to carry the stuff out and the clothes to cover it all up. The apartment next to mine was vacant and the other downstairs neighbors have a dog, which started to bark when they tried to pry open the door, so they didn't try to get in.
I felt so violated and dirty. I kept thinking "someone was here and they saw all my stuff....what if they come back?" You can imagine all the stuff that goes through your mind. Of course, I had left two bra's on my couch that morning!!! Some creep saw my bra's when he took my laptop...yuck! Of course, I was worried about what was on my computer. You can't imagine the stuff you save on there. Then, I remembered something. I had a password on my computer that you had to enter in order to access the programs. I had shut my computer before I went to bed on Thursday. The criminals couldn't use my computer unless they could figure out my password, so it was useless to them. Plus, a lot of the keys had the letters rubbed off because I used it so much. The battery needed to be replaced and didn't hold a charge for over an hour and a half. Then, it was all sort of funny. They got a laptop that was useless and I have insurance which will pay for some of the replacement cost of a new computer. So, the only thing the perp got that was good was a peek at my two bra's. Hope that made their day because when they went to use the computer, they were probably cussing me a blue streak! Serves them right! Crime doesn't pay!
I did not stay at my apartment Friday...it just felt too weird. My mom came and picked me up and took me home with her. Then, we came back up here today to talk with the leasing office, which is another story in and of it's self. I am not sure I want to stay here because I don't feel safe and I don't want to be reminded of this every day. I feel like the people probably had been watching us and they knew we were all gone for the day. I hate looking over my shoulder all the time and thinking "are they keeping track of what I do and will they come back?" So, we went to look at apartments. I am also considering installing an alarm system no matter where I live. Crime is everywhere, but if you have an alarm or a barking dog, the perps tend to run away and leave your stuff alone.
Good news is both, the neighbor and I had insurance and no one was hurt. Our things can be replaced, but had one of us walked in, who knows what would have happened. The police are working the case so we will see what happens. I am going to hide my laptop everyday when I go to work. I just hope they catch t he people and they get some time out of it! So, that is why I have a MacBook. If I don't get to bed now, I might fall asleep with it on my lap. Good night to all! Until next time, Diva Divine
I was sitting in my little cubicle at work, reading some material from a video taped speech I had attended on Thursday. I had to sync what the person said in the interview with the materials we already have printed to determine what items he needs to take on the road with him when he gives speeches. Anyhow, around 4:05 my phone starts ringing. Normally, I would not answer my cell phone at work, but the number was my apartment complex and for some reason I felt compelled to pick up the phone. The person on the other line identifies herself as working for my apartment complex and I could tell something was wrong. She proceeds to tell me there is a problem. My downstairs neighbor, Cowboy Bob, came home around 3:00 to find his apartment had been burglarized. He immediately called the office and then realized all the doors of all the apartments in our building had been pried or were open. Then, he called the police. The person from the office said they didn't know if anything had been taken from my apartment, but Cowboy Bob had lost all his electronics. I was of course, trying not to flip out and all I could think was "What did they take?" She told me to come home and meet them at the apartment.
The five minute drive home felt like five hours. All that was running through my mind was "The extra set of keys to my car was hanging by the door!!" Then, I just kept reminding myself "It's only things that they took, and things can be replaced." I had to keep repeating that over and over. I also have insurance, which costs me so little every month I don't even realize it comes out of my account, but it saves me money on my car insurance and since you never know what could happen, it's good to have it on all the stuff in your apartment, too.
When I pulled into my apartment, the police were here and all the people in my building were standing outside. Cowboy Bob was out there with the other neighbor and one of the people from the apartment complex, who just happens to be Cowboy Bob's girlfriend. She says to me "They didn't take your television or DVD player. I don't think they took anything from your apartment. But you should go check."
It was not fun to walk into the building and see your door with a big dent in it and wood splinters all over the floor. The perps had used a pry bar to literally rip the doors open. The door frame in my apartment has splintered and the paint around the door frame was ripped off the wall! I knew before I walked into my apartment that my laptop was gone. Seriously, if you took the time to nearly take out a wall and you didn't take my television or DVD player, you took my laptop that was sitting on the couch.
I looked at the powerstrip on the floor before I looked on the couch...the power cord was gone and so was the laptop it was attached to. Rotten stinkin' criminals! They didn't take the printer or the wireless router. I had DVD's on the table and in my cabinet. Nope, they only had time to take the laptop. The keys to my car were hanging on the hooks next to the door. All they wanted was the laptop.
I stayed calm, which is big for me. I have been known to just lose it from time to time. I got on the phone, called the insurance company, started the claims process and waited for the police to come and take my report. He told me they wouldn't be able to dust for prints because the laptop was on the couch and they doubted they touched anything else. Plus, when they cleaned out Cowboy Bob, they had touched his cable box and remote and a few other things, so they were going to use those surfaces because they could get good prints. I got my case number and the police told me they would be in touch.
The criminals took the flat screen television from Cowboy Bob's apartment, his Wii game console, games, DVD's, and his clothes basket with the clothes still in it!!! They used his tools to take this television off the stand! We figure they used the clothes basket to carry the stuff out and the clothes to cover it all up. The apartment next to mine was vacant and the other downstairs neighbors have a dog, which started to bark when they tried to pry open the door, so they didn't try to get in.
I felt so violated and dirty. I kept thinking "someone was here and they saw all my stuff....what if they come back?" You can imagine all the stuff that goes through your mind. Of course, I had left two bra's on my couch that morning!!! Some creep saw my bra's when he took my laptop...yuck! Of course, I was worried about what was on my computer. You can't imagine the stuff you save on there. Then, I remembered something. I had a password on my computer that you had to enter in order to access the programs. I had shut my computer before I went to bed on Thursday. The criminals couldn't use my computer unless they could figure out my password, so it was useless to them. Plus, a lot of the keys had the letters rubbed off because I used it so much. The battery needed to be replaced and didn't hold a charge for over an hour and a half. Then, it was all sort of funny. They got a laptop that was useless and I have insurance which will pay for some of the replacement cost of a new computer. So, the only thing the perp got that was good was a peek at my two bra's. Hope that made their day because when they went to use the computer, they were probably cussing me a blue streak! Serves them right! Crime doesn't pay!
I did not stay at my apartment Friday...it just felt too weird. My mom came and picked me up and took me home with her. Then, we came back up here today to talk with the leasing office, which is another story in and of it's self. I am not sure I want to stay here because I don't feel safe and I don't want to be reminded of this every day. I feel like the people probably had been watching us and they knew we were all gone for the day. I hate looking over my shoulder all the time and thinking "are they keeping track of what I do and will they come back?" So, we went to look at apartments. I am also considering installing an alarm system no matter where I live. Crime is everywhere, but if you have an alarm or a barking dog, the perps tend to run away and leave your stuff alone.
Good news is both, the neighbor and I had insurance and no one was hurt. Our things can be replaced, but had one of us walked in, who knows what would have happened. The police are working the case so we will see what happens. I am going to hide my laptop everyday when I go to work. I just hope they catch t he people and they get some time out of it! So, that is why I have a MacBook. If I don't get to bed now, I might fall asleep with it on my lap. Good night to all! Until next time, Diva Divine
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Baby, let's make a run for the border...
I have abstained from Taco Bell for the almost nine months. At first, it was agonizing, driving by and hearing my name being faintly chanted "Diva, Diva stop and have some muy delicioso comida rapida! We miss you!" Then, it didn't really have that much of an effect on me. I could take it or leave it. After a while, I was too afraid to eat it because I thought it wouldn't be able to control myself and I would end up in a food coma with cheese and drool dripping down my chin and my eyes all glazed over. Finally, today I decided I would make a run for the border and confront my demons.
I started out making my game plan, which includes looking up all the food choices and figuring out what I might want to order so I can stay in my calorie count. I planned on eating a few crunchy tacos and some rice. Not too many calories and it would satisfy my border craving. It sounded like a plan.
I think everyone had the same idea I had today because the line to get into Taco Bell was about five miles long. Actually, that was just the line to get into the drive thru. I went in, to avoid the line, and walked right up to the counter. No waiting.
I ended up having Fresco Tacos, which are the fresher alternative to the traditional taco. I got my border fix and went back to work to eat in peace. My fresco tacos were tasty...although, I did miss the cheese...fresco tacos don't have cheese. I didn't go all crazy from eating it and it did satisfy my craving. I don't think I will be hitting the border as much as I did before I went all straight and narrow, but every once in awhile, it's okay.
However, I do have to say that Taco Bell has nothing on the tacos from Jack-In-The-Box. I love, love, love Jack-in-the-Box tacos. The only problem is we don't have Jack-in-the-Box here in the metropolis. I've only been to Jack-in-the-Box once last summer with my friend Kerrie. Once you've had a Jack-in-the-Box taco, you never forget how wonderful they taste. Kerrie knows my love of Jack-in-the-Box tacos and last week, she sends me a text taunting me "Sitting at Jack in box now!" Talk about torture....that was torture. It made me want to get in my car and drive to the nearest Jack-in-the-Box, which is about 222.19 miles away! I have seriously considered it a number of times.
I went and had my blood drawn today by the vampires....opps, the nice people at the lab today. It wasn't too bad. The worst part of it was taking off the band aid they put on my arm after the finished. I think I lost some skin because the band aids are so cheap they use some glue that is like permabond. Ripping that band aid off hurt worse than being stuck with the big long needle.
I am exhausted and I think it is time to go to bed. I have to pack up my bag and hit the hay. If anyone out there would like to send me some Jack-in-the-Box tacos, just let me know. I will be your friend forever! Until next time, Diva Divine
I started out making my game plan, which includes looking up all the food choices and figuring out what I might want to order so I can stay in my calorie count. I planned on eating a few crunchy tacos and some rice. Not too many calories and it would satisfy my border craving. It sounded like a plan.
I think everyone had the same idea I had today because the line to get into Taco Bell was about five miles long. Actually, that was just the line to get into the drive thru. I went in, to avoid the line, and walked right up to the counter. No waiting.
I ended up having Fresco Tacos, which are the fresher alternative to the traditional taco. I got my border fix and went back to work to eat in peace. My fresco tacos were tasty...although, I did miss the cheese...fresco tacos don't have cheese. I didn't go all crazy from eating it and it did satisfy my craving. I don't think I will be hitting the border as much as I did before I went all straight and narrow, but every once in awhile, it's okay.
However, I do have to say that Taco Bell has nothing on the tacos from Jack-In-The-Box. I love, love, love Jack-in-the-Box tacos. The only problem is we don't have Jack-in-the-Box here in the metropolis. I've only been to Jack-in-the-Box once last summer with my friend Kerrie. Once you've had a Jack-in-the-Box taco, you never forget how wonderful they taste. Kerrie knows my love of Jack-in-the-Box tacos and last week, she sends me a text taunting me "Sitting at Jack in box now!" Talk about torture....that was torture. It made me want to get in my car and drive to the nearest Jack-in-the-Box, which is about 222.19 miles away! I have seriously considered it a number of times.
I went and had my blood drawn today by the vampires....opps, the nice people at the lab today. It wasn't too bad. The worst part of it was taking off the band aid they put on my arm after the finished. I think I lost some skin because the band aids are so cheap they use some glue that is like permabond. Ripping that band aid off hurt worse than being stuck with the big long needle.
I am exhausted and I think it is time to go to bed. I have to pack up my bag and hit the hay. If anyone out there would like to send me some Jack-in-the-Box tacos, just let me know. I will be your friend forever! Until next time, Diva Divine
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Today was not my day....
Some days just aren't your days. You can't win them all, so when a day goes wrong, you just have to chalk it up to handling what life hands you. Today was not my day. I've had a lot of good days in a row, so I can't be too honked off. You can't win them all.
The day started off okay. I was able to drag myself out of bed and get to the gym. I did sprints today, so I alternated between walking and running. I felt like I worked hard and I was pleased with myself. I did notice after getting out of the shower I had a blister on my toe, the toe that always has a blister or a hunk of skin hanging on it. So, that's not really that big of a deal. However, I should have been tipped off when I nearly burned myself with the curling iron and I didn't really have a good hair day. I just couldn't get the right amount of volume in the crown. I am going to blame it on the humidity.
Work was okay today. I was busy. I actually got in ten minutes early so I could get some things done before it got too busy. I had about a million emails to respond to and things to organize. I like to utilize the quiet time when not too many people are in the office. I can get in the zone and accomplish a lot. I knew I wouldn't be at my desk too much because I had two meetings and a conference call.
First thing this morning, I sat down with my boss and went over a bunch of new employee items. I had a few questions about some things which had come up and I wanted to make sure I was on the right track. As we were going over things, she gets this email about the taping session we were attending later in the morning. They told us they were buying lunch and we needed to send our order. I tell my boss what I want and she emailed my order with hers. Simple. Done. No problem. However, I had some foreboding sense of impending disaster looming on the horizon. We will get back to that later.
I had a big taping session today that I had to attend. Basically, I watched and listened to someone give a speech we are taping so our Marketing/PR Department could put together PowerPoint presentations for this person to use when they go on the road to promote the company. It was a good speech. I learned things about the company. It was a win-win situation.
However, remember that foreboding sense of impending disaster looming on the horizon, well, it hit after the speech ended. The head of Marketing/PR looks at me and says "We can't find your lunch. Sorry. We have something else in the bag if you want it." Really, are you kidding me? How do you just forget to make sure you had all the stuff you ordered? Sorry? Sorry isn't going to produce a lunch for my hungry ass. Sorry isn't going to make my stomach stop growling. I guess I wouldn't have been so mad had they not stood around for thirty minutes during the speech checking all the bags, seeing that there was no order for me, when they could have done something about it. No, lets just wait until it's time to eat and then say "Sorry, no food for you." I didn't want whatever they had left in the bag because I had planned out what I had ordered, so I could know how many calories I was eating. Yes, I know I was being difficult, but it just rubbed me the wrong way.
I left the building after the recording session and went to find food. I had to pick up a prescription from my doctor, so I had planned to leave work during my lunch time. Of course, I have to get behind the dumbest driver on the planet. You know the one who drives ten miles below the posted speed limit, won't get out of the left lane and when you get into the other lane, they somehow manage to get in front of you and make your life a living hell. I almost ran the guy over. I was in that kind of mood.
I almost got hit walking across the parking lot at the doctor's office. I am not joking. I managed to get into the building and back to my car without being struck by any idiot drivers. I considered going home for lunch, but I knew if I went home, I wouldn't want to leave. Not that I didn't want to go back to work, I was just bitter. I think my hormone levels are all screwy.
Anyhow, I did manage to get some lunch. I ordered a ham sandwich with only mayo on wheat. I get my sandwich and it had MUSTARD on it. I do not like mustard. At. All. I thought about just eating it, but I just can't do mustard. I had to take my food back and ask them to fix it. I just hope they didn't spit in my sandwich.
I got back to work and did a few odds and ends before my next meeting, which subsequently was held in a room whose temperature was only slightly warmer than Siberia. I was completely awake for that meeting, considering I had to keep moving so I wouldn't die from hypothermia. The only thing I could think was "I want this meeting to be over so I can go out to my desk and get warm."
The rest of the day was okay. Other than the fact that I lost part of a shipment for a customer. I think I accidentally sent it to someone else. I guess someone will be surprised to get things they didn't ask for in their educational material. Hopefully, they will learn a few new things.
I went to the doctor to find out what is wrong with me. There is a good possibility I have a thyroid problem. Woo Hoo! I am seriously hoping there is no problem because my aunt, who is a nurse, told me once you are on thyroid medicine, you are on it for the rest of your life. Yeah, not really something I want to sign up for. Take me off that guest list, merci! So, I am going tomorrow to have my blood drawn by the vampires, opps, I mean the nice people at the lab. Until next time, pray my thyroid is normal and all this stuff is in my head! Diva Divine
The day started off okay. I was able to drag myself out of bed and get to the gym. I did sprints today, so I alternated between walking and running. I felt like I worked hard and I was pleased with myself. I did notice after getting out of the shower I had a blister on my toe, the toe that always has a blister or a hunk of skin hanging on it. So, that's not really that big of a deal. However, I should have been tipped off when I nearly burned myself with the curling iron and I didn't really have a good hair day. I just couldn't get the right amount of volume in the crown. I am going to blame it on the humidity.
Work was okay today. I was busy. I actually got in ten minutes early so I could get some things done before it got too busy. I had about a million emails to respond to and things to organize. I like to utilize the quiet time when not too many people are in the office. I can get in the zone and accomplish a lot. I knew I wouldn't be at my desk too much because I had two meetings and a conference call.
First thing this morning, I sat down with my boss and went over a bunch of new employee items. I had a few questions about some things which had come up and I wanted to make sure I was on the right track. As we were going over things, she gets this email about the taping session we were attending later in the morning. They told us they were buying lunch and we needed to send our order. I tell my boss what I want and she emailed my order with hers. Simple. Done. No problem. However, I had some foreboding sense of impending disaster looming on the horizon. We will get back to that later.
I had a big taping session today that I had to attend. Basically, I watched and listened to someone give a speech we are taping so our Marketing/PR Department could put together PowerPoint presentations for this person to use when they go on the road to promote the company. It was a good speech. I learned things about the company. It was a win-win situation.
However, remember that foreboding sense of impending disaster looming on the horizon, well, it hit after the speech ended. The head of Marketing/PR looks at me and says "We can't find your lunch. Sorry. We have something else in the bag if you want it." Really, are you kidding me? How do you just forget to make sure you had all the stuff you ordered? Sorry? Sorry isn't going to produce a lunch for my hungry ass. Sorry isn't going to make my stomach stop growling. I guess I wouldn't have been so mad had they not stood around for thirty minutes during the speech checking all the bags, seeing that there was no order for me, when they could have done something about it. No, lets just wait until it's time to eat and then say "Sorry, no food for you." I didn't want whatever they had left in the bag because I had planned out what I had ordered, so I could know how many calories I was eating. Yes, I know I was being difficult, but it just rubbed me the wrong way.
I left the building after the recording session and went to find food. I had to pick up a prescription from my doctor, so I had planned to leave work during my lunch time. Of course, I have to get behind the dumbest driver on the planet. You know the one who drives ten miles below the posted speed limit, won't get out of the left lane and when you get into the other lane, they somehow manage to get in front of you and make your life a living hell. I almost ran the guy over. I was in that kind of mood.
I almost got hit walking across the parking lot at the doctor's office. I am not joking. I managed to get into the building and back to my car without being struck by any idiot drivers. I considered going home for lunch, but I knew if I went home, I wouldn't want to leave. Not that I didn't want to go back to work, I was just bitter. I think my hormone levels are all screwy.
Anyhow, I did manage to get some lunch. I ordered a ham sandwich with only mayo on wheat. I get my sandwich and it had MUSTARD on it. I do not like mustard. At. All. I thought about just eating it, but I just can't do mustard. I had to take my food back and ask them to fix it. I just hope they didn't spit in my sandwich.
I got back to work and did a few odds and ends before my next meeting, which subsequently was held in a room whose temperature was only slightly warmer than Siberia. I was completely awake for that meeting, considering I had to keep moving so I wouldn't die from hypothermia. The only thing I could think was "I want this meeting to be over so I can go out to my desk and get warm."
The rest of the day was okay. Other than the fact that I lost part of a shipment for a customer. I think I accidentally sent it to someone else. I guess someone will be surprised to get things they didn't ask for in their educational material. Hopefully, they will learn a few new things.
I went to the doctor to find out what is wrong with me. There is a good possibility I have a thyroid problem. Woo Hoo! I am seriously hoping there is no problem because my aunt, who is a nurse, told me once you are on thyroid medicine, you are on it for the rest of your life. Yeah, not really something I want to sign up for. Take me off that guest list, merci! So, I am going tomorrow to have my blood drawn by the vampires, opps, I mean the nice people at the lab. Until next time, pray my thyroid is normal and all this stuff is in my head! Diva Divine
Monday, July 28, 2008
I don't even know what to say....
I know I tell a lot of stories about things that happen at the gym, but the place is a veritable cornucopia of blogworthy-ness. Seriously, the things people do at the gym are just too good to pass up. Well this morning was the proverbial icing on the cake.
I was on the bike this morning and there was a lady on the treadmill who was obviously not a regular. I hadn't seen her before. She had about 2 percent body fat and she was running in a jog bra. So Miss 2% Body Fat gets done running and goes out to the parking lot and stands out there like she is waiting for someone to meet her. Then, she begins to do yoga poses. Okay, Miss 2% Body Fat is certifiably insane. Call the nice men in the white coats!
After doing several yoga poses, Miss 2% Body Fat comes back into the gym and goes to the weight lifting equipment. I went to the shower and kept shaking my head about her doing yoga poses in the middle of the Costco parking lot. I knew it was going to be a story I could post for all of you to read.
Well, just when you think, it's over the story only gets better. I took my shower and was getting ready when Miss 2% Body Fat walks into the locker room. She proceeds to strip down completely and parade through the locker room like it was nothing out of the ordinary. It was like she was showing off how wonderful her body looked. Yes, we all know you only have 2% Body Fat. We could tell that when you had clothes on. You really don't need to parade around nude to rub it in our faces. Yes, I probably sound like a bitter fat girl, but seriously what was she trying to prove?
Miss Look at Me I Look Amazing Naked 2% Body Fat gets into the shower and spares us from her naked parading. I was trying to get ready before she got out of the shower and started to parade around in all her nakedness again. Well, I was not fast enough and Miss 2% Body Fat whips open the shower curtain and stands there in front of the mirror naked and looks at herself in the mirror. I was trying to curl my hair, so I had to use the mirror or burn myself, and since I didn't want a big curling iron burn on my face, I had to use the mirror, Miss 2% Body Fat then announces "IF THEY SOLD TOWELS HERE, THEY WOULD MAKE A MINT!" Okay, no they wouldn't Miss 2% Body Fat, because it would increase the membership fees and the major reason most people belong to this gym is because it is a lot cheaper than the Y or other gyms where they offer things like towels. We bring our own towels and that keeps our membership at $19.95 a month! Miss 2% Body Fat, you might have a nice body, but you are not the brightest bulb on the bush.
So, Miss 2% Body Fat uses paper towel to dry her body off, in front of the mirror, nonetheless and then she gets dressed and skips out of the locker room. I was happy to see her gone. Seriously, you can be proud of the way you look and be proud of your body, but standing in front of the mirror and parading your nakedness around to all the people in the locker room like "Your body will never look as good as mine" is a little too much. I have come to like my body a little more over the last few months, but I don't parade around in front of people and say "Look at me, Look at me!" At least now I will get undressed in front of people and I don't hide behind the shower curtain. It's baby steps.
I had enough nakedness to last me for a very long, long, long time. I hope Miss 2% Body Fat doesn't come back to the gym anytime soon. I don't think I can deal with her parading herself all over. Plus, she didn't have shower shoes and you know there are ten bazillion germs on locker room floors. Until next time, Diva Divine
I was on the bike this morning and there was a lady on the treadmill who was obviously not a regular. I hadn't seen her before. She had about 2 percent body fat and she was running in a jog bra. So Miss 2% Body Fat gets done running and goes out to the parking lot and stands out there like she is waiting for someone to meet her. Then, she begins to do yoga poses. Okay, Miss 2% Body Fat is certifiably insane. Call the nice men in the white coats!
After doing several yoga poses, Miss 2% Body Fat comes back into the gym and goes to the weight lifting equipment. I went to the shower and kept shaking my head about her doing yoga poses in the middle of the Costco parking lot. I knew it was going to be a story I could post for all of you to read.
Well, just when you think, it's over the story only gets better. I took my shower and was getting ready when Miss 2% Body Fat walks into the locker room. She proceeds to strip down completely and parade through the locker room like it was nothing out of the ordinary. It was like she was showing off how wonderful her body looked. Yes, we all know you only have 2% Body Fat. We could tell that when you had clothes on. You really don't need to parade around nude to rub it in our faces. Yes, I probably sound like a bitter fat girl, but seriously what was she trying to prove?
Miss Look at Me I Look Amazing Naked 2% Body Fat gets into the shower and spares us from her naked parading. I was trying to get ready before she got out of the shower and started to parade around in all her nakedness again. Well, I was not fast enough and Miss 2% Body Fat whips open the shower curtain and stands there in front of the mirror naked and looks at herself in the mirror. I was trying to curl my hair, so I had to use the mirror or burn myself, and since I didn't want a big curling iron burn on my face, I had to use the mirror, Miss 2% Body Fat then announces "IF THEY SOLD TOWELS HERE, THEY WOULD MAKE A MINT!" Okay, no they wouldn't Miss 2% Body Fat, because it would increase the membership fees and the major reason most people belong to this gym is because it is a lot cheaper than the Y or other gyms where they offer things like towels. We bring our own towels and that keeps our membership at $19.95 a month! Miss 2% Body Fat, you might have a nice body, but you are not the brightest bulb on the bush.
So, Miss 2% Body Fat uses paper towel to dry her body off, in front of the mirror, nonetheless and then she gets dressed and skips out of the locker room. I was happy to see her gone. Seriously, you can be proud of the way you look and be proud of your body, but standing in front of the mirror and parading your nakedness around to all the people in the locker room like "Your body will never look as good as mine" is a little too much. I have come to like my body a little more over the last few months, but I don't parade around in front of people and say "Look at me, Look at me!" At least now I will get undressed in front of people and I don't hide behind the shower curtain. It's baby steps.
I had enough nakedness to last me for a very long, long, long time. I hope Miss 2% Body Fat doesn't come back to the gym anytime soon. I don't think I can deal with her parading herself all over. Plus, she didn't have shower shoes and you know there are ten bazillion germs on locker room floors. Until next time, Diva Divine
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Don't be a stupid!
I just got home from answering the phones at the nursing home. I then went to the grocery store and stood in line for eons because I had two too many items to use the self checkout and Kroger only opens two lanes and everyone in those lanes is buying groceries for an army and they have the two slowest cashiers on duty, too. I finally get home, 50 minutes after leaving work, and I enter the complex with caution because there are always kids running around and I really don't want to hit a small child with my car. I come around the curve and there is a group of little boys on bikes. They are in the middle of the road goofing off. I stop my car and wait for them to get out of the road. They look right at me and one of them says "Car! Get out of the road!" Then, he proceeds to go out in the middle of the road and stand there! Then he runs back to the side of the road and back out into the road again! Hello, are you a stupid??? Get the hell out the middle of the road!! Are you wanting people to hit you? For real! Where the hell is your momma? I swear, I should have gotten out and spanked that kid! Oh hells yeah! Playing out in the middle of the road like a stupid, he deserved a good spankin'! Until next time I promise not to hit any little kids with my car, but I can't guarantee I won't spank them. Diva Divine
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Bye, bye Speed Racer, So tired, What do you do with all the teacher stuff?
This morning, I was sitting out on the couch eating my daily bowl of frosted shredded wheat when I hear a commotion in the hallway. At first it sounded like Cowboy Bob hitting his boots against the floor, like he was trying to get all the dirt out of them. Great, Cowboy Bob, make a big mess on the floor! The noise continued so I went to the door to investigate. That's when I see Pothead Pete(AKA Speed Racer) carrying things out the door. Could it be, Pete was moving out? Yes, it did appear that Pete was moving out. Bye, bye Speed Racer, you and your cloud of maryjane smoke that nearly knocked me over on several occasions. I won't miss you and your huge dog who you thought it was okay to take out without a leash, even though our leases state all animals must be on a leash. I also won't miss your Speed Racer Video Game.
With the hallway commotion mystery solved, I settled down on the couch where I immediately fell asleep. I have been so tired lately I am beginning to become concerned. There is no reason why I should be so tired. I really want to do things and I have no energy. I just can't seem to drag my body out of the bed unless I know I have to do something. I am going back to the doctor this week to see if she can determine why I am so tired all the time. I have wasted the whole day sleeping because I couldn't wake up and get my body off the couch.
I am sitting here looking at my display shelf which is filled with a plethora of teacher-esque treasures. That brings me to the question, "What do you I do with all this teacher stuff?" I really have no use for it anymore. I don't want to look at it and the thought of dusting it off, well, I don't dust. So, what do you think I should do with all my teacher stuff? Do I have a "Teacher Stuff" yard sale? Do I donate it to charity? Do I just put it away and forget about it? I have no clue what to do with it.
Well, I am getting tired again and I am really hungry. I think I will have a celebratory dinner to commemorate Pete's moving out. I don't know what I have in the refrigerator. I think it will have to be something quick because I don't have the energy to hang out in the kitchen and make something elaborate. Until next time, Diva Divine
With the hallway commotion mystery solved, I settled down on the couch where I immediately fell asleep. I have been so tired lately I am beginning to become concerned. There is no reason why I should be so tired. I really want to do things and I have no energy. I just can't seem to drag my body out of the bed unless I know I have to do something. I am going back to the doctor this week to see if she can determine why I am so tired all the time. I have wasted the whole day sleeping because I couldn't wake up and get my body off the couch.
I am sitting here looking at my display shelf which is filled with a plethora of teacher-esque treasures. That brings me to the question, "What do you I do with all this teacher stuff?" I really have no use for it anymore. I don't want to look at it and the thought of dusting it off, well, I don't dust. So, what do you think I should do with all my teacher stuff? Do I have a "Teacher Stuff" yard sale? Do I donate it to charity? Do I just put it away and forget about it? I have no clue what to do with it.
Well, I am getting tired again and I am really hungry. I think I will have a celebratory dinner to commemorate Pete's moving out. I don't know what I have in the refrigerator. I think it will have to be something quick because I don't have the energy to hang out in the kitchen and make something elaborate. Until next time, Diva Divine
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