… please watch this.

I don’t watch Ellen often – I’m not home and I don’t watch TV anyway – but I saw this and it brought me to tears.

Did you miss me? I sure missed you, my Three Loyal Readers. Have I been up to much? Naw. Not really. I’ve been getting some sleep, which is good because I think the reason i was so grumpy before was my lack of sleep. Other than that… workin’. Reading. Gym (have I told you about the “lives in the lap of luxury watchesOprah religiously doesn’t believe in sweating” lady who always seems to be there when I am? She HATES TO SWEAT! and she LETS US ALL KNOW ABOUT IT! She also discusses Oprah, shopping, and where Oprah shops with anyone who is within earshot). Sleep. More work.

Oh, and happy Leap Day! Hope nothing weirdly freakish happened to you today. Did you know that it’s the law in Scotland that a woman is allowed to ask a man to marry her on Leap Day. If he says no, he has to pay a penalty.
Interesting facts, yo.

I’m feeling really angry, anxious, and upset today.

The thing is that I have no real reason to feel badly. So yeah. I don’t think I’m gonna blog today, really (not that that will really upset anyone), until I start to feel less weird.

(and if anyone suggests a colon cleanse I’ll clock ya)

Never let it be said that I do any type of obsession in a half-assed way.

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For those who don’t have time, here’s the short version:

Things that have not been accomplished this weekend:

- Much of anything.

Things that have been accomplished this weekend;

- laughing, snuggling, and eating of cake.
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Still going to the Women’s Gym. still noticing that there is a huge difference between me and lots of the other people there.
It’s like comparing low-rental housing (me) and Winter Park real estate (the other ladies).
Let us draw a comparison, shall we?

Most of the ladies come in wearing designer outfits. Velour sweatsuits, with pretty sparkly t-shirts underneath . A different one each day (Y has a couple of fancy tracksuit outfits, but it’s not quite the same. These ladies are Serious about their Gym Outfits). They are in full makeup, with their hair perfectly coiffed. They get on the machines, and carry on long conversations about… well, lots of things. Mostly gossip. Today I heard Betty talking to Midge. Their conversation was all about how Betty had been over to Veronica’s house and Veronica had redone the livingroom but it was “ghastly” although who could be surprised; Veronica obviously has the worst taste ever, look at who she married, she obviously only married Reggie for his money because he certainly wasn’t much to look at and is boring besides. They have bright white sneakers and aluminum water bottles and are just… I don’t know. Perfect.

I, meanwhile, wear what I think of as “My Gym Outfit”. I have one pair of sweatpants. They’re red. I bought them at Zellers for $8. I actually just got another pair of pants. They’re black. Zellers again. $9.43 . I think of those as my “fancy pants”, because they were so much pricier. I strive to only wear them on special occasions. Along with these pants, I generally wear one of Rob’s old t-shirts, or my “Rodeo Girl” t, although that’s about 5 years old and getting pretty holey. My hair isn’t “done”, mainly because I don’t have hair, but usually I slap an old wig and a ‘do-rag on my head. Occasionally I will forgo the wig and just go with the ‘do-rag. I do have some nice sneakers but they are blue, not white.
I don’t really talk to anyone when I’m there, because, well, I don’t know anyone. Also because usually I’m breathing so hard that any conversation I had to carry on would be something along the lines of “Reggie… Veronica… got married… yeah”. And makeup? No. Because if I’m gonna sweat I don’t want to have makeup running all over everywhere. Plus I’m too lazy to put on makeup. So I feel like a big loser sometimes when I’m there, compared to all those ladies, but then I forget about it because as my mom used to say when I was on my way to school in the Ugly Yellow Blouse that was a hand-me-down from my sister (who actually looks good in yellow, unlike myself), “This isn’t a fashion show”.

Anyway. Still going to the gym. Still finding it amusing. Haven’t lost any weight. My cardio’s getting better every day. That’s all.

What a week!
I’ve been really happy to be at work this week, and really glad that aside from Monday, we’ve had all full days (no delays or anything) so we’ve gotten actual work done. But wow, some of the people I’ve been dealing with have been really… wrangy lately (that’s 100% a word! What ever!).

As an example, today, in one of my classes, we were talking about historical examples of discriminations about cultural groups. The four cultural groups we had to find examples for were Aboriginals, Acadians, Irish, and African-Canadians. Well. During the discussion one girl went completely nutso. “The Indians think they’re so special! Just because they were here first, so what? All this stuff happened to them in the past, and now they get all kinds of special treatment! They should just get over it! They’re lazy and they just sit around all day and get free houses and free university! They’re no more special than anyone else! My grandfather is from Germany, does that mean that I should get a free house?!”

I live in such a small place (literally and figuratively).

I tried to tell her that we weren’t talking about TODAY, we were talking about things that happened several hundred years ago. Did things happen in the past that were examples of discrimination? That’s ALL we were talking about. And still, she kept going. And going. And going. To the point that I had to ask her to step outside the room until she cooled down. It’s hard, sometimes, when they hear things like that from their parents their entire lives. I’m not gonna be like “Your parents are wrong!” — I’d get in too much trouble; whether or not I agreed with what she had to say. It’s a very touchy subject.

So, I’m glad it’s the weekend. What I wouldn’t give for a nice room in a Vegas hotel… actually scratch that. A nice bubble bath and some lemonade is enough for me. Two days! Yay!

(Disclaimer: Please note that the quote above was what SOMEONE ELSE, not I, said. Please no comments of OMG LOUISE UR SO RACIST!!!!!111)

I gave up chocolate for Lent. So far so good, although there was one Unfortunate Incident ™. Not so much unfortunate as “Oh crap, these Diet 100-calorie pack things that I got for free at the gym have chocolate on ‘em! And here I was hoping to eat a tasteless disgusting wafer! But it has fake chocolate stuff on it! So it will have to wait”. (I gave them to my mom. I think she probably gave them to the garbage can). And other than that, I don’t really miss chocolate. I even watch Rob eating it without so much as a twinge.

Anyway. I’ve given it up. But I need to know. Is it really given up, if I have this on my face right now?

I’m a little worried.

Do you know what I love?

Perfect Strangers.

Yes, I know, it’s a bad show. But I love it. At least, I love the first couple of seasons… continuity errors and all. I have downloaded the first four seasons and am about halfway through Season 3. And here are some mistakes that I’ve found:

In Seasons 1 and 2, Balki and Larry work for Mr. Twinkacetti in his store. They live in an apartment above his store. They have a friend, Susan who is a flight attendant and lives above them in their apartment building. It’s a one-bedroom apartment, so Balki sleeps on the pull-out couch. Larry’s lifelong dream is to become a photojournalist.

At some point during Season 2, they meet Jennifer and Mary Anne. Jennifer and Mary Anne work in a health club. They live “across town”. Susan still lives upstairs from them, and is still a flight attendant.

Also during Season 2, Balki finds a dog and wants to keep it, only it’s breaking their lease to have a dog. Their landlord, Mr. Twinkacetti, visits, finds their dog supplies, and makes them give the dog away.

Now it’s Season 3. First episode, it turns out Larry has gotten a job at the Chicago Tribune. Not as a photojournalist, as a reporter. He never again mentions wanting to be a photojournalist. Balki mentions that he’s sad because Larry is living his dream, but “Balki is still folding sweatshirts in Mr. Twinkacetti’s store”. Also, somehow, Jennifer and Mary Anne have transformed into flight attendants who live upstairs from Balki and Larry. Susan no longer exists, it seems. Also, their apartment seems to have gotten much bigger. Balki now has his own bedroom– the door to his room is where the closet door used to be (unless Larry’s got Balki sleeping in the closet). In the first episode, Larry gets Balki a job at the newspaper, and we never hear tell of Mr. Twinkacetti again. Oh, Mister T, we barely knew ya.

THEN! Remember the dog episode? How they’re not allowed to have a dog? At one point, Larry goes upstairs to visit The Girls, and MaryAnne is in her apartment with… her dog. (Also, Balki and Larry work with a lady who is played by the same lady that played Mr. Twinkacetti’s wife. But Mr. Twinkacetti no longer exists so it stands to reason that his wife doesn’t exist, either).

So. Suspension of disbelief. I hate that I’m such a nitpicker. Aside from all that, there is some really hilarious physical comedy in this show. And the first seasons, at least, are pretty darn funny. Plus, you know, it helps me to fall asleep. And you’ve gotta love the dang theme song:

(who is that sunglasses dude looking all cool when Larry’s leaving?)

EDITED TO ADD: According to Wikipedia et al, Larry and Balki moved to a new apartment between seasons 2 and 3, but no mention of it was made on the show. I guess that’s possible but holy hell that apartment looks a heck of a lot like their first apartment.

Sometimes, I’m not-so-much on the ball.

I have a test that needs correcting. Well, 28 tests, to be exact. But on Friday I was so tired at the end of the day that I just left them on my desk and hightailed it home. Yesterday I went to the gym and then went to school and picked up the pile of tests from my desk. Brought them home, but then we had to do groceries and then we had a date and when we got home I was tired so I went to bed and then today when I got up I had to go to my parents’ to celebrate Mom’s birthday (a bit late) and, well, long story short (uh, too late now), I just started correcting them at around 7.30. I figured I’d have them done by 9.

Except.

I got the first three tests corrected, and… the rest of the pile? Were just other papers. Not tests at all. The tests are still on my desk at school.
Can’t get in to the school after 8 pm on Sundays and it’s 7:45 now so if I wanted to get there really quickly, well, not only would I need to speed on the icy streets (and I don’t want to do that, my supply of religious jewelry isn’t up to date) but I’d also need to like, run through the school, grab up the tests, and run back out before the alarms came on. Plus, I’m blogging, which is taking up more precious time.

So, it looks like I will be leaving for work super-early tomorrow in order to get there at around 7ish. Crap, I hate making stupid mistakes.