Ha ha ha

So in last week's kickball game, I went up to the plate and made a crappy kick. The ref called it a bunt and, although I would have made it to first base on that crappy kick, I had to go back and take a re-kick because we'd called no bunts at the outset of the game. Thing is, tho, I just got a really really crappy foot on the ball. It was never intended to be a bunt, it just didn't go very far. Apparently, though, it made a little history:

Ignominy!

nothing new under the sun

Or in my brain, for that matter. Just figured I'd post a few words so my oh-so-few readers wouldn't have to resort to the normal indignant emails of "Why haven't you posted?"

I'm off for the next two days, and I'm feeling joyful about that. I always enter my "weekend" with big plans for all the stuff I want to get done: Clean the house, work in the yard, take long liesurely walks with the hounds, work on my bike, clean the car, sort through the junk on my desk, etc ad infinitum... And what I ususally do is start strong and take what I intend to be a short break. Then the short break turns into 3 hours surfing the net and/or playing WoW, or watching episode after episode of makeover shows on TLC and Discovery.

So far today that's exactly what has happened. I got up and did a load of laundry *and* a load of dishes and then thought to myself "I should go email our itinerary to my folks and Kimbra". So far I've done everything online *but* that, but I'm getting to it!

It doesn't really matter what I spend my time doing, I suppose. The important thing is that I have two days off...IN A ROW. I can relax. Right after I get that itinerary sent... :P

bahahahahaha

My Kickball Team is Number One!

We just won our big game against the only other undefeated team in the league, putting us in first place. Yes, I play for Off Constantly. And our win tonight just goes to prove that you can't beat.... well you get it, right?

Terms Of Endearment

Maybe it's because I spent a lot of my "formative years" in the south or near south, but I enjoy it when someone calls me "hon" or "dear" or "darlin". I stopped off at Starbucks (it's less than a stone's throw from my PT's office--and hey, I deserve every sip of that Mocha Light Frappacino goodness!) and the girl at the window handed me my drink with a "Here ya go, dear." I know a lot of places poo poo that kind of familiarity, but it made me feel instantly warm and welcome.

Your thoughts?

Be Afraid, be Very Afraid....and as an aside...You're Kidding, right?

So today my boss goes on vacation for a week. Our AGM is in Tennessee for a new store set. So about an hour before he leaves he pulls me aside and says "By the way, you're in charge for the week." He claimed it to be a combination of "most reliable and capable" and seniority, but I think mostly it was an opportunity for him to watch me in mini-meltdown mode. Me. In charge. Of a $100,000 a week store. During the transition from our biggest clearance event to the receipt of the bulk of our holiday gourmet selection. Oh, and we just did inventory with more than a few discrepancies, no thanks to the morons employed by the contractors we brought in to do the job. Lots of spreadsheets and notes floating around about all the stuff that needs to be fixed. Gads. I'm more than a little nervous about the entire thing.

And more good (!?) news...the service company actually found a replacement ice maker for our 30+ year old fridge. I'm not kidding, although I wish I were. They are coming out tomorrow to fix it. Maybe the transplant will be rejected and we'll still get a new fridge. I'm not holding my breath.

Shot Through the Heart

and you're to blame ...see Question #24: Thr33

Hi-Larious!

Unusual Suspects

I mentioned in Friday's post that I was awaiting the arrival of the refrigerator service man. To my delight, he showed up just before 11am--a full hour before I expected him. Perhaps he's new to the industry.

At any rate, after a lot of poking around and much scraping of unintentional ice, he determined that our Ice Maker was the cause of the problem. Apparently in the mid to late 70s, when our fridge was made (I wish I was kidding), the ice maker was an integral part of the Big Picture. When it goes out, the rest of the machinery becomes confused and forlorn and just sort of stops working the way it should. Our ice maker hasn't worked since long before *we* rented this house, which would explain the three days it previously took to defrost the thing. Or maybe it doesn't. The ice maker doesn't work, and yet there are several inches of ice forming in the back and sides of the box, according to Bob the repairman. At any rate. The call has been put out for a replacement ice maker for a late 1970s Kenmore refrigerator. Pardon my coughing fit. In lieu of finding that replacement, discussions will then start with the warranty company for a replacement fridge. Obviously we are hoping for the latter--not the discussions, which could take months, but the actual new fridge. It will be nice to keep perishables in the house again.

Hooray For Boobies!

So Thursday and Friday were my days off, and I went shopping...for clothes. I rarely go clothes shopping--with intent. Sometimes when I'm out and about I'll pick up a spare shirt or pair of shorts, but this time I was out for real loot.

I didn't come home with much. The rarity of my shopping--with intent--excursions is a direct result of my continuing frustrations at finding stuff that fits appropriately and yet doesn't fall into the stand by category of middle-age-casual. I did find a fabulous wrap-ish shirt, and a number of great camisol/tank top shirts that will ultimately find their way into my pajama drawer.

The big expeditures came in the bra department. I tried on eleventy billion bras, and actually--over the course of two days--came home with probably 5 or 6 of 'em. This will seem unexciting to most people (women) and just plain weird to others (men), but I LOVE my new bras. It's like getting a boob lift and a new wardrobe all at the same time. I'm sure I've made this vow before, but I'll make it again and hopefully hold to it, I will never to wait so long between re-bra'ing again! Shirts that I thought looked sloppy on me, or just didn't fit right are now cute again! The girls are up where they belong, with nary an adjustment all day long. Oh happy day! And this is just bra #1! I have a week's worth of new bras to try out.

So I'll take the little victories. Yay boobs!

Still Standing

okay, okay..the emails and queries have started up again. time to post!

I went to my first Kickball game last night--a double header in which I was "at bat"(?) three times and on the field maybe four. Some folks from Russell's work were building the team, and needed a few more female players, so he brought the news home to me, knowing a) how competitive I am and b) how much I want to get out of the house and meet more people.

I signed up a few weeks ago, wondering how my wonky back and knees would tolerate it, but I needn't have worried; seems the primary objective during these games is to stand around, tolerate the heat as well as you can, and drink a lot of beer.

Everyone on the team was a stranger to me, but most of the women introduced themselves at least. The boys were being boys, and young ones at that, so they were preoccupied with the brilliance of the team name, which is Off Constantly. I'll give you a few moments to think about the connotations of that, and then present my theory that there were no females present when the name was chosen.

Instead of following the herd to a sanctioned drinking establishment (I've never before played on an athletic team where players took their beers out on the field), I came home for a long hot soak in the tub, followed by a massive dose of ibuprofen and some stretching. My social life surely suffered for it, but my body feels a whole lot better than it should.

And now...sitting around waiting for the service dude to show up and have a look at our--again--frozen over fridge. Between 10 and 12, they say. My money's on 11:53. :P