Elevator Musing

Which is worse?

(A) Someone closing the elevator practically in your face,

OR
(B) Holding the elevator for some Neanderthal someone who gets on without uttering a word.  Or two.  Namely, “thank you.”Scenario (A) has happened a number of times.  Today, however, it was Scenario (B), which I don’t recall ever happening before.  I held my tongue.  The ignoramus wasn’t worth it, “it” being bad behavior on my part.

(Perhaps he was dumbstruck by my stunning beauty.  Yeah, that’s it.)

I don’t know why lack of manners or consideration continues to shock me.  Considering the frequency, I should be more accustomed to it by now.  I guess I just refuse to accept it.

* * * * *

Everyone should have taken me up on yesterday’s wager.  Janna is in today.  Amazing.

Happy Weekend!

P.S.  Good thing I held my tongue.  The Neanderthal just walked by with our office manager.  No lie.  He’s painting our offices beginning this weekend.  Can you imagine the paint job my office might have been given?

Ooh, that was a close one.

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A Wager

TEN DOLLARS says the often absent Janna is out tomorrow.  She left early on Tuesday, complaining of a tummyache.  She was out yesterday.  Today she is here, but putting on the big show, which I suspect is all pointed towards priming us for tomorrow’s absence.

Tomorrow’s weather forecast:  Sun and puffy clouds, cool breeze, high 55-60.

Nice, huh?

Janna loves to call in sick on Mondays, Fridays, and any day immediately before or after a holiday or vacation day.  She somehow gets away with it, though, so why shouldn’t she?

Some people seem blessed like that.  I am not one of them.

On the flip side, I will have time off in December.  At this rate, Janna will have used up all her vacation and sick time by June.

Have a nice weekend, Janna.  Think about doing some Christmas shopping, because there’ll be no more time off for you come the season.

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Reading Assignments

I’m letting other people do much of the writing for me today.

Reading Assignment No. 1:  Hail to the Thief

When it all begins with a stolen presidency, you just know bad things are going to happen.  Thank you (not) for exceeding our expectations.

On top of everything, I find the Idiot’s lack of regard for history (see end of article) particularly arrogant and distasteful.

Reading Assignment No. 2:  We Are the Champions

Sure, I could be pissy because Steve, still a relative novice to the world of duckpin, has already bested my best (game and set), but instead I congratulate him.  Besides, that 164 game gave us our only win for the evening – not that we needed it.  We had first place for the second half of the season wrapped up two weeks ago, by a sizable margin.  Yea, us!  Really, it’s mostly about bragging rights, unless one thinks an extra five dollars per team member come pay-out time is a bigger deal.

You will not be quizzed on these assignments.

Bela Lugosi Is Dead

Okay, I don’t know how I could have done this, but apparently I purchased my Nine Inch Nails tickets in such haste that I didn’t bother to notice the opening band.  Or perhaps it wasn’t posted at the time.  Yeah, that must have been the case.

Yes.  I’m going to see Nine Inch Nails.  Again.  What can I say?  I like to go to at least one concert every summer.  I heart outdoor concerts.  I heart lawn seats.  Not just because they’re cheaper, but also because I like to be free to roam about, even if it means being farther from the stage.  On the occasions where I’ve had assigned seats, I inevitably am adjacent to pushing, shoving jackasses, people who insist on standing up and/or dancing despite their inability to do so without repeatedly falling onto me, or undesirables in general.  And my 5’2” self always seems to be seated behind an NBA team.  With no escape.  Please, just give me those faraway lawn seats, with some fresh air and room to dance about, and I’ll watch the concert on the jumbotron screens with much less aggravation.  But I digress.

Well, just when I’m thinking about how OTHER PEOPLE might consider me too old for such antics, the choice of OPENING ACT proves otherwise.

BAUHAUS!

Oh, my freakin’ Dog.

From what I can determine, it’s REUNITED Bauhaus, not REFORMED Bauhaus with a different singer or without Daniel Ash or something that would make them not really Bauhaus.

Yes, Bauhaus.  Not Love and Rockets, not the fleeting Tones on Tail.  This looks like the real deal:  Peter Murphy, Daniel Ash, David J, and Kevin Haskins.  I’m so DELIRIOUSLY happy.  Considering they haven’t recorded together in 20+ years, I never dreamed I’d ever see them in concert.  Yippee Yahoo!!!

Alright, bring it down a notch, lady.

Yeah, yeah.  In the spirit of acknowledging the passage of time and avoiding the risk of appearing overly age INappropriate, I will refrain from the black jacket (leather in winter only), boots, and black tulle tutu over ripped jeans ensemble from long ago.  Not that I don’t still have it…

You mean, not that those jeans still fit.

There was some question whether Tim would accompany me, but that question is laughable now.  I don’t know which of us is more excited.  Okay, Tim, probably, but he’ll be a guy and keep it all inside.  I, on the other hand, could dance on air, science and talent permitting.

By the way, Tool is making a Boston appearance.  Sixty dollars.  Ugh.  Plus the aggravation of Boston.  I think not.  Instead, I remain one very happy camper with my $24 ticket to Nine Inch Nails and Bauhaus.

Bauhaus!

Bela Lugosi Is Dead!

(happy dance)

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Niece Day

I’m not sure, but I think Take Your Daughter to Work Day might have been earlier this week.  The Devil used to partake but hasn’t for the past few years.  Just as well; it was a joke really.  There was no shadowing, which I thought was supposed to be the point of the whole thing.  Instead, the Devil planned field trips and activities, all designed to make the Devil look good while keeping the young’uns from disturbing the BFBs or keeping the staff from work, work, working.  Tell me, what does a child learn about his/her parent’s job at a law firm when the day consists of visits to a courthouse (particularly useless if parent isn’t in the Litigation Department) and law library, followed by a group lunch and make-your-own-sundae social?

What if the child subsequently has to make a presentation to his/her class?  “My [mother/father] works at a law firm.  Everyone gets to have ice cream after lunch.  Someday I want to work at a law firm.  The End.”

So I suppose yesterday could have been called Stay at Home with Your Niece Day, ‘cause that’s what I did.  A couple of months ago, the lovely Emma expressed an interest in card making.  (I guess she likes the ones I’ve made for her.)  I told her we could set aside a day during her spring vacation.  Yesterday was that day.

The timing was perfect, with next month being Mother’s Day and Jackie’s birthday.  We made a few cards in the morning – Emma was a bit overwhelmed at all the STUFF I had; good thing I held back on showing her everything – before breaking for lunch.  The weather was gorgeous (70 and sunny) so we took our grilled cheese sandwiches (with a side of baby carrots – gotta keep it healthy!) outside.  We made a couple more cards before Tim showed up.  Emma showed off her handiwork (Damn! I forgot to take a picture!), and we had some lemon chiffon cake (leftover from Easter) topped with fresh berries.

How’s that for an awesome day?

If only I could devise a way to make this into some sort of highly profitable (yet not terribly time-consuming) vocation…

Oh, well.  I asked Emma if she was going to make birthday cards for all her friends now, and she told me she already does.  I do recall seeing some homemade cards at her last birthday party, the drawings and stickers on plain paper kind.  One even had a lollipop taped to it.  Cute!

My friends and I didn’t do this as kids, but it makes so much sense.  The girls love making them and take the time to admire each other’s work, and the parents get to save money on overpriced greeting cards in stores.  Some cards are over three dollars now – what a ripoff!  Doesn’t it make more sense to put that money towards the gift?

I can’t wait to get that creative niece of mine into scrapbooking.  Perhaps for Stay at Home with Your Niece Day 2007.

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Autumn and Suzanne Take a Trip Down Memory Lane

I’ve mentioned before that my friend, Suzanne, should start her own blog.  She is ever passionate, humorous, and energetic.  Alas, she has not heeded my advice (at least not that I’m aware of), and so I’m taking some of her email comments and posting them here.

I received one of those emails from Jeannie that depicts items, fads, people from our youth.  Not one to leave well enough alone, I had to add my own comments before forwarding same on to Suzanne and a couple of other folks.  Suzanne, in turn, replied with her own comments.

(Sorry, I didn’t load the 40+ corresponding pictures.  I’m not dedicating that much of my image space to this.)

Begin email.

YOU WERE A GIRL IN THE 70s / 80s IF…

1.  You wore a rainbow shirt.  The rainbow went across your chest and down one sleeve.

Autumn:  Had the shirt!  Junior high.  Mine was extra fashionable because it had a drawstring bottom.  My mother absolutely hated it.

Suzanne:  Never had it – too dorky.

2.  You made baby chocolate cakes in your Easy Bake Oven and washed them down with snow cones from your Snoopy Snow Cone Machine.

A:  No to both.

S:  Had the Easy Bake – LOVED IT!  My parents wouldn’t go for the Sno-Cone machine.  I was very depressed.  Got it for my kids to relive all those sad times through them.  They used it once.  I tried to sell it at a garage sale but no go.  Should have learned my lesson in the 70s.

3.  You had that Fisher Price doctor’s kit with a stethoscope that actually worked.

A:  Didn’t have this, either.

S:  This is a big NO!

4.  You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it.

A:  Yes to both.  Bike color:  teal.  Don’t forget those colored plastic tubes that you put over the wheel spokes.  Cool shit.

S:  OK, my bike was SO COOL!  Yellow (THE color of the 70s) and YES, I had the basket.  Oh, life was so good then!  ha ha!

5.  You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels.

A:  Oh, yeah!  Strap-ons!  Good times scraping up my knees on the asphalt driveway.

S:  Actually, I learned to skate with something not so cool.  My generation was the beginning of the KEEP THE CHILDREN SAFE MOVEMENT and we started with goofy strap on skate-type things.  Really dumb.

6.  You thought Gopher from “The Love Boat” was cute! (Admit it!)

A:  No way.  We always made fun of the episode where Kristy McNichol had a crush on him and pretended she was French — “Oooh, Gophére!”

S:  NEVER!  Gopher was a geek ALWAYS!!  I don’t know who in their right mind would find Gopher cute but I think at this moment you are probably NOT having sex!  Gopher was GAY!  And even in the 70s we knew that that did not mean Happy!

7.  You had nightmares after watching “Fantasy Island.”

A:  No, but it was freakier than “The Love Boat.”

S:  Yes, Tattoo really freaked me out.  Also, people did NOT have fun on that island.  What was really freaky was that EVERYONE had fun or learned a really important lesson on Love Boat but everyone on Fantasy Island really regretted showing up there – or at least the few episodes I was allowed to watch imparted that to me.  I NEVER begged to stay up to watch that show!

8.  You had rubber boots for rainy days, and moon boots for snowy days.

A:  No.  Worse.  When it rained, I had to wear rubbers – red ones.  Faggy.  I took them off as soon as I got out of Mom’s view.

S:  Negative.  I did have some super ugly red shoes.  Gross!

9.  You had either a “bowl cut” or a “pixie,” not to mention the “Dorothy Hamill wedge” because your mom was sick of doing your hair.  People sometimes thought you were a boy.

A:  Guilty on all charges.  Don’t forget the shag.

S:  Oh my God!!!!!!  Yes, first grade, Mom got tired of the braiding – say hello to the shag!  Then in the 3rd grade, “Oh, you will look so cute with a Dorothy Hamill!”  Basically I am totally ugly all through grade school.  No wonder I couldn’t get a part in the Music Man.

10.  Your Hollie Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession.

A:  Never had a sleeping bag; always wanted one.  (Why?)  Had scads of Hollie Hobbie stuff, though.  I still have my collector plates.

S:  Got the prints.  Still have them somewhere (my husband wants to ditch them – NEVER!)  Actually, I haven’t seen them in some years.  They were in my daughters’ room years ago.  OH MY GOD – WHERE ARE THEY?

11.  You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers.

A:  Yes, yes, and yes.  I loved my purple plaid knickers (2nd grade).

S:  Terrible time in my life.  Yes to all.  My mother handmade me a whole gaucho outfit – yellow vest, yellow gauchos and a really ugly red, green, blue and yellow short-sleeved shirt.  Worst picture day of my life!

12.  You begged Santa for the electronic game Simon.

A:  Nope.

S:  Didn’t ask for it but got it for Christmas.  OK for the first 12 hours, then stuck it in my closet for the next five years.

13.  You could spend hours playing Pong.

A:  Had it.  This was so special that it was a “shared” gift for Tim and me.

S:  This is a no.

14.  You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits.

A:  No way!!!  I think I was in junior high when D&M had their show.  However, I still have my Donny double album from way back in the day.  Hey, Jeannie, you want it?

S:  I hated Donnie and Marie.  We were in the 5th grade and we made fun of these dorks!  ha ha!  Lame!

15.  You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. (The swing set tipped over at least once!)

A:  Yeah.  So safe, huh?  The one in the picture sucks — no slide.  These wimps must have been afraid of the piece of aluminum that inevitably would tear away from the lower edge of the slide, curl up and get rusted, and rip your leg open every time you went down wearing shorts (or hot pants or bathing suit).  Tetanus shot!

S:  I had the jungle gym set-up.  Wicked cool, loved it!  My Dad climbed to the very top and stood on the top bars.  I could never do that – too cool!  Never had the swing set – they always came loose from the ground – really not safe, people!

16.  You were really into ping pong and pogo sticks.

A:  Had neither.  I liked using Jenny’s pogo stick, though.  Tip:  Don’t try pogo-ing on the asphalt driveway when it’s 95 degrees.  You will fuck up the driveway, and your friend’s dad won’t like it.  Move it into the garage, please.

S:  NADA.  Wrong age group?

17.  You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color.

A:  Oooh.  I’ve never seen these before.  Cute.  How do you make them?  (For Emma, not me, smartasses.)

S:  OHMYGOD – I had these!  I made these!  We LOVED these!  I had tons!

[Cool.  Now I know who can show me how to make them.]

18.  You had a pair of Doctor Scholl’s sandals (the ones with hard sole and the buckle).

A:  Hell, yeah.  How cool was it in 6th grade to wear shoes like the high school girls wore?

S:  No, I wanted these but my mother wouldn’t let me have them.

19.  You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad, you wore that Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture, and you despised Nellie Olson!

A:  I own all the books.  The television series was weak.

S:  I own all the books.  The biggest disappointment in my life is that my daughters do not love Laura as I do.  They think she is boring.  I am crying now.

20.  You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink.  Your hairstyle was described as having “wings” or “feathers” and you kept it “pretty” with the comb you kept in your back pocket.  You had to make sure that no boys would grab the comb out of your back pocket and skate away at the roller rink!

A:  Okay, here’s the truth according to me:  Roller rinks sucked.  They took away all the ice rinks.  The music sucked and the kids who went there were dorks.  I never had winged or feathered hair — only the disco sluts did that.  But, I carried a comb in my back pocket until I started carrying a pocketbook — one of those cute preppy ones with the wooden handles and the assorted button-on covers to match all your outfits.

[Exclusive to the Land of D:  Kelly met her (now ex-) husband at a roller rink.  I’m sworn to secrecy on that, so don’t tell anyone.]

S:  Okay, loved roller rinks although I was always afraid of getting run over (once I went and got run over and then I fell and peed my pants – Take me home, Dad!).  Had the comb in the back pocket.  This is the same time that my grandfather found a comb on the side of the road that said “Renee” and he kept it in HIS back pocket.  Skeeved me out so bad that I never had a comb in my back pocket again.  I had the round hair in the front which is the result of many hours of curling iron work, which meant getting up at 5:30 instead of 6:00 to get on that 6:45 bus.

21.  You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie.

A:  Way after my time.

S:  I thought SS sucked, just like Cabbage Patch Dolls did.

22.  You carried a lunchbox to school, and it was metal, not plastic.

A:  Yup, but certainly not Star Wars [the one in the picture].

S:  You betcha.  Peanuts, baby!  Too cool!

23.  You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazzard was your boyfriend.

A:  Never saw the show.  I was from the “Starsky & Hutch” generation.

S:  My friends and I thought Dukes of Hazzard was totally stupid!  And we were in the third grade!  However, we did find S&H a good watch when we were allowed to stay up.

24.  Every now and then, “It’s a Hard Knock Life” from the movie “Annie” will pop into your brain and you can’t stop singing it the whole day.

A:  Come again?

S:  I hated Annie and all she stood for.  I like it now because my kids do.  ‘Nuff said.

25.  You had Star Wars action figures, too!

A:  Oh, no, I didn’t.  I saw the first movie when it came out, mostly because of the BIG fuss over it.  Honestly, I was bored.  I didn’t get the big stinkin’ deal, and I have never seen any of the subsequent sequels or prequels.  I’m just not a sci-fi chick.

S:  I didn’t, but in the fifth grade I found the mother load of Stars Wars cards behind the kickball nets.  Wowee!  I had like five cards and then I found this HUGE stack.  So cool.  Of course, I kept them; didn’t turn them in to lost and found.  Some kid’s parents were out a lot of moolah on that stack!  Ha!  (Did I say I was an evil child?)

26.  It was a big event in your household each year when the “Wizard of Oz” would come on TV.  Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags!

A:  For us, it was dinner on tray tables at the edge of the living room — heaven forbid we eat in a carpeted room!

S:  Dinner, no, but we got to cuddle in the black leather recliner with our dad and EAT POPCORN in the LIVING ROOM!

[Your Dad cuddled? * sniff *]

27.  You often asked your Magic 8-Ball the question, “Who will I marry – Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or Andy Gibb?”

A:  Hahahahaha.  Mr. and Mrs. Andy and Jeannie Gibb.  Okay, I was junior high around this time, so they were totally gay.  We laughed at the girls who did like them.  I remember in 8th grade when Doreen Trahan (what a loser) went to Discount Department Store in Smalltown (how lame!) for a Leif Garrett album signing appearance.  And she actually told people!!!  Hahahahaha.

S:  Not at all.  I hated Andy Gibb and I was only in the 5th grade.  I thought Shaun Cassidy sucked, too.

28.  You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and Fame soundtrack record albums.

A:  Get real.  I’ve never even seen “Grease” or SNF.  “Fame” would have been a lot better without all the music and table dancing and shit.  Heh.

S:  Yes, that is true, loved all those, but how can you forget the infamous ABBA album with the helicopter on the cover?  LOVED IT!  I had all these and more!  Elton John and Kiki Dee, anyone?

29.  You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and popsicle stick god’s eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom.

A:  Not sure about this stuff, but I did crewel embroidery.

S:  Yes, I tried to do this shit, along with macramé and hook rugging – hated it!

30.  You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts!

A:  I think these were after my time.  Wicked shirt, though.  I think Sid Vicious used to have one just like it. [Pink t-shirt with kittens in a basket iron-on]

S:  Never did.  Oh, well!

31.  You used to tape songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker.

A:  Tried it once.  Need I say more?

S:  I did it all the time.  I had some totally sucky tapes.  Long live 92 PRO FM!

32.  You couldn’t wait to get the free animal poster that came when you ordered books from the Scholastic Book Club.  Double score if it was a teddy bear dressed in clothing.  And the posters always had permanent creases because they came folded!

A:  No way!  We never got posters with our books!  What a rip-off!

S:  We got posters.  Why buy the books if you can’t get the goodies?!  You should see what Scholastic Books offers now!  I am always against the extras – my kids hate me!  Mwaaaahaaa!

33.  You learned everything you needed to know about the facts of life from Judy Blume books.

A:  Strange, but bookworm that I was, I never read a single one.

S:  Yes, this is so true.  Those books changed my life.  I realized I wasn’t alone.  Other girls felt as crappy as I did.

34.  You thought Olivia Newton John’s song “Physical” was about aerobics.

A:  Um, no, this was post-high school, so I knew the video was done that way just to get airplay.

S:  No, by that time I was in high school and, thanks anyway, I GOT IT (not actual sex but that the song was about that).

35.  You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes or shoelaces with heart or rainbow designs.

A:  Friendship pins?  New to me.

S:  I had the shoelaces – a must and for a girl without tons of money.  Shoelaces were do-able!  More so than a closet full of Calvins!

36.  You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.

A:  Made fun of these folks, too.  Want to see my moves?

S:  Puh-leese!  NO ONE EVER WANTED TO BE A SOLID GOLD DANCER!

37.  You had a Big Wheel with a brake on the side, and a Sit-n-Spin.

A:  My brother had a Big Wheel.  Some oversized 12-year-old in the ‘hood tried to use it and broke it.

S:  Had the Big Wheel; wanted the Sit-n-Spin.

38.  How about drowning yourself in Love’s Baby Soft, the first “real” perfume you ever owned?

A:  I preferred Love’s Lemon Fresh, or whatever that lemon-scented one was called.  Pledge?

S:  Yes, used Love’s Baby Soft – couldn’t get into school without passing the “smell” test!

39.  You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat.

A:  Oh, stop already.  FYI – I’m too old for Ricky Schroeder and too young for the Monkees.  [Shown on covers in pictures]

S:  Do not know what these rags are.  Never saw them.

40.  You spent your allowance on Smurfs and stickers for your sticker album!

A:  Yeah.  I don’t think so.

S:  Had neither.  Give me some credit!

End email.

Bring back any memories?

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Bend Me, Shape Me

My back has been killing me for the past few months.  It’s my lower back, center and a little to the right.  Fortunately, it is muscle pain and not a disc problem, so relief is possible.  I suffered a few years ago, it went away, and now it’s back with a vengeance.  Owwee!  It starts to hurt if I stand for more than ten minutes.  Sometimes it keeps me up at night, which really sucks out loud.  I mean, if lying down doesn’t help, I’m totally fucked, right?

I’ve been doing my daily stretches and ab exercises.  (Strong abs = strong back.)  Still, I’m in near constant pain.

One of my biggest concerns with this bum back is how the hell am I going to be able to do any yard work this summer?  The mere thought of cleaning out the flowerbeds makes me wince.  Ooh, if only I could afford weekly massages.

Hey, dummy, the answer might be right in front of you.

Yup, I’m a dumbass.  Hey, me, you know that woman, Linda, who gives chair massages at the gym every Tuesday for $1/minute for however long you like?  The one who some of the other people at the gym get 10- to 20-minute massages from?  Yeah, her.

SHE GIVES MASSAGES.  FOR A DOLLAR A MINUTE.  FOR HOWEVER LONG YOU LIKE.  IDIOT.

Duh.

DUH!

So I signed up for a 15-minute massage.  Last Tuesday was my first chair massage.  For those not familiar, the chair resembles a piece of gym equipment and looks like this:

It’s a clothes-on massage, so no worries for the folks who feel weird about skin-to-skin contact with the same gender or with the opposite gender, whichever weirds you out.

I should point out, by the way, that this was my first ever massage, aside from the hand/foot massages that accompany manicures/pedicures.

I sat in the chair and let my body go limp and relaxed as instructed and let Linda do her thing.  Yowee!  Hurts so good, for sure.  Linda paid extra attention to my lower back, and I fully expected there to be bruises by the time she was done.  Hmmm, if only I could train Rory the Kneader (a/k/a Rory the Hand Licker) to use more pressure and work just my lower back.  My own personal MassageCat.  That would rock.

Back, shoulders, hips, neck, arms, hands, and back again.  When my fifteen minutes was up, I got out of the chair all relax-y to the point of feeling boneless.  Picture Jell-o taking a walk.  That’s how I felt when I left the gym.

Of course, I know it will take more than one 15-minute session to loosen that big muscle knot.  I figured to keep it up for a couple of months and then reassess.  Well, a funny thing happened Friday night.  A lovely thing.  Driving home from bowling, I noticed that my back didn’t hurt as much as it had on recent Friday nights post-bowling.  It still hurt, mind you, but not so excruciatingly.  Joy!

I’m signed up for a ten-minute massage tonight.  I don’t need my arms and hands massaged, and I’m not so sure about the neck massage.  I suppose it’s good to keep your neck muscles loose, but it felt like she was doing a Vulcan nerve pinch on me.  Pull your hair back – let me see those ears!

Anyway, I’m optimistic for continued improvement, ten dollars and ten minutes at a time.

Unless I can come up with a way to bring my MassageCat idea to fruition…

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Pajamas Make the Old Man

I heard on the radio that tomorrow is Hugh Hefner’s 80th birthday.  My sole thought on this:  When you’re an 80-year-old man who lives in pajamas, I don’t think you can call yourself a playboy.  You’re just another old man in pajamas.

Speaking of which, it’s about time I changed out of my jammies.  I can’t believe I slept for ten hours, but I guess I needed it.

Tonight is poker night with the girls for Leah’s birthday.  I thought she’d want to go tenpinning, but she wants poker.  Birthday girl’s choice and all, so it’s cards, pizza, and birthday cake.  Wish me luck and wish Leah a happy birthday!

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Recommended Reading

This is not a book review. It is, however, a glowing recommendation.

Over the weekend, I read and immensely enjoyed The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom.

Let me guess:  All the world has already read it.  Maybe.  I’m slow like that.

Anyway, it was a quick, enjoyable read.  Halfway into it, I thought, “Gee, this would make a good movie.”

Oh.  There was one?

You see?  I’m slow like that.

A made-for-television movie starring Jon Voigt.  Hmmm, I don’t think I’ll rent it.  The movie is never as good as the book.  Besides, I wasn’t picturing Jon Voigt.

Recommended reading.  That’s all I’m saying.

Thanks for the loaner, Annie.