All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
"Nice to meet you" says new volleyball team members.
Damn! I sucked like a Hoover. I did not realize how out of shape one gets in only 4 weeks. It wasn't even my foot. It was my fat ass. I went from working out 4-6 times a week (running) to nothing because of the foot (except upper body) but still that doesn't make me move the aforementioned lard ass around any faster. Unless I were to walk on my hands, but considering I cannot even do a pull up that is not going to work either. Damn genetics..that is where it was the beginning of the end. It was a coin toss and it was either fatness or tall and athletic...I got fatness. Damn you gene pool! I spite thee.
So I got book happy recently and purchased not one, not two, not three, but 4 new books to read. No I am in a dilemma. Eeny Meeny Miney Moe is clearly the way to go. Although I could read them in the order of their thickness and then the winner would be Queer As Folk: The Book. But part of me really wants to delve into "The Trilogy" which I somehow managed to not read for my entire life thus far and I am severely missing out on. I am also very interested in getting started on Wicked because people have recommended it to me. Then there is the draw of a cheesy medical mystery ala Michael Palmer. Oh these major life decisions are going to take their toll on me....what book should I read? What underwear should I wear? When should I shower? I cannot take much more of this people. I am indecisive. Could I just appoint an assistant to make all my major life decisions? Someone I don't have to pay. Their reward would be the power trip of making all of someone's decisions. Anyone in?
If anyone watches Celebrity Poker Challenge but has not seen the finale, the following will contain spoilers. (I think it is really funny that I am worrying about writing a spoiler to Celebrity Poker Challenge.....) But I again digress as always. NICOLE SULLIVAN IS MY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her now because she kicked ass with very well played poker. I think she hustled them all. She won and beat all those guys. They all thought they would knock her out and she kicked their asses. I always root for the girl in this situation. There are only a few times when I wouldn't. One would be if it was Gwyneth Paltrow. (Now don't all you Gwyneth lovers be all hatin' on me. It's my opinion and if you don't like it you can lick Grommit's ass...cause he likes that.) I have a severe dislike of all things Gwyneth except Shallow Hal and that is because my Jack Black lovin' overrules the Gwyneth hatin'. Another woman I would not root for if she was in that situation is J.Lo. I am so over her. It was bad enough I had to watch Bennifer play poker. (Which by the way, what would my husband and I be if we had a combined Hollywood super couple name...Coureter, Petney, or Coter?) But over all when the decks are stacked (pun intended) against a woman, I root for the woman because we womens have to stick together in this world. GIRL POWER!
I have been trying to explain to people that I cannot help that I update. I have so much to say and apparently there is no one else to listen besides you guys. When I am discussing these things, the husbands eyes glaze over and he starts to go into convulsions, as do I when he starts talking about Javascript and .NET platforms. I could talk to the dogs but they are only interested if I say, "walk walk", "car ride", "potty", "cookie", or "babies hungry". The cats just look at me like, "You're one crazy bee-otch. Now leave me the fuck alone." So I will understand if you don't read every entry. Just know this...if you don't and I can tell I will come to your house, tie you to a chair, and act out all my entries through interpretive dance.
