The Distant Wagon

It's official: I fell off the wagon. Actually, it's more like I jumped off it. After 3 weeks of working out, I pretty much stopped altogether.

There's an easy solution. I just need more hours in the day. Four would be fantastic. I'd use 1 to work out. Two more to spend with my hubby and baby. And the last for an additional oh so needed extra hour of sleep.

On second thought I'd use half of that last hour to finish extra chores around the house. An extra half hour of sleep would be just fine.

As for those last 5 baby pounds, I've resorted to Lean Cuisines and Smart Ones. I was pleasantly surprised to see they've added more vegetarian options instead of the token 1-2 I'm used to seeing.

So the wagon has gone on without me...it's sort of a dot in the horizon now. Maybe I'll jump back on again sometime, but for now it remains in the distance.

Vishnu, Take the Elliptical?

Last Friday I went back to gym and as I was stretching, I realized I hadn't been to a gym in nearly 2 years. That was when I got mono and my doc said to lay off the exercise. I have never followed doctor's instructions like I did then. Ah, the memories. Naps on the couch, doing nothing after work, feeling perfectly OK about doing nothing but watching TV and sleeping. I'm feeling a song coming on...memories, like the colors of my mind...

But I digress. After a little stretching I got on the elliptical and here's the short version of my inner monologue:

Minutes 1-2: "Man, this feels great! Why did I ever stop working out?"

Minutes 3-4: "Okay, no need to start with level 3...lets cut back to level 1."

Around 5 minutes the "Jesus, take the wheel" song comes on the radio.

Minutes 5-10: "Jesus, take the elliptical! I can't do this! I hate working out. I'm OK with my extra 10 pounds....wait, I'm Hindu...Vishnu...please take the elliptical, please!"

Eventually I get into the groove and do not loose a lung in the process. Once I'm done, I see that I've burned about 200 calories in 30 minutes. My new mantra? A calorie not eaten, is a calorie burned. I will remember that the next time I'm craving some chocolate.

It's Monday now and I'm surprised to say that, yes, I did go back to the gym. We'll see how long it lasts....

Wrong Number Etiquette

In May I got a new cell phone number and from day one the wrong phone number calls began and continue to this day. I get at least 2 or 3 every day and often just let them go to voice mail. But one day the voice mail left was from an elementary school where some kid was sick and needed his mom to come pick him up. I felt bad that I hadn't picked up and there was no number to call back, so then I started picking them up again.

This brings me to my point. If you call someone and suspect that you've dialed the wrong number, please do not try to figure it out by asking (rudely I might add) "who's this?" Identify yourself first and/or state who you're looking for. Don't call me and demand to know who it is. If you do, you'll get a equally rude "who's this" back. Enough said.

What Recession?

Over the weekend we went The Olive Garden for dinner where we were told it was a 45 minute wait for 5 people. Every chair was taken in the waiting area and the only place we could find to even stand was right in front of the doors. By the time we got our table the wait for 2 people was 50-55 minutes.

Call me a crazy optimist, but I'm taking this as a sign that maybe, just maybe, the corner is coming up soon. That or we still don't know how to manage our budgets. Either way, the food was good!

Jeopardy

I've decided I'm sort of on a quest of trying out for games shows. I auditioned in person for Deal or No Deal in California last year. I thought I had a decent shot as I made it to round 3, but no deal (pun intended).

Yesterday I took the Jeopardy! online audition and well....

Lets just say if the answer was "this gal did miserably on her online Jeopardy audition", the question would be "Who is Lovi?"

I'm exaggerating, but only by a bit. I got some questions right for sure -- this girl knows her pop culture (i.e. celebrity relationships, movies, TV, music, etc.), but man oh man, this girl does NOT know her royal history nor geology nor biology, among a whole host of other categories.

There is no pass/fail status at the end. You just know you did well if you get an invitation to audition in person. I am not expecting said invitation, but it was fun to try it. Who Wants to be a Millionaire is next!

I'm Going To Say It: Grey's Part II

It's back and it makes sense again! There, I said it.

Just when you think this show's going down hill, they pull you back in! Now that we know there's a good reason for Denny's return, the whole sex with a ghost thing seems much more forgivable (although I'm still creeped out by Izzie's love scenes).

The last 3 episodes rocked and I'm happily dvr'ing and watching it again (at the same time, just in case I miss something).

Coming Home

When Paul comes home from work the look on Maxine’s face is simple: delight. She smiles, lets of shrieks of excitement and stretches her arms out waiting for Paul to take her. Paul takes off his jacket, washes his hands and holds Maxine. They smile each other and Paul asks her how her day was and what she did. He tells her he missed her and she grunts and coos back (right now it’s all about saying “mmm, mmm”).

When I come home from work the look on Maxine’s face is also simple: where have you been?

I love that girl.