1) To the young lady who obviously mistook me for someone else as I was running today, who honked and waved while checking me out from behind....how YOU doin?
2) I am waiting for the news to come on at 5PM, and the last couple minutes of Oprah is on, and David Cassidy is performing, and he reminds me right now of the guy who tried to claim he killed JonBenet Ramsey, except David Cassidy is allowed to touch people. And he did quite often while performing.
can't get this blog to justify these photos correctly this morning.
Anyways.....I'm certainly pleased that this Sunday will be the last CrackMonkey softball game for at least 3 weeks. I'm mentally tired. It's a lot easier to deal with being mediocre. I found myself placing undue pressure on my pitching since we're good, because everybody wanted to win a jacket. And thank goodness we did, and can play our last game under a completely relaxed atmosphere.
I'm also very happy that my grandmother is celebrating her 80th birthday with her family this weekend. It's going to be weird being in matching shirts with the rest of my family, but them's the breaks sometimes.
I'm also very happy that I'm lucky enough to know a few Olympians this year. One of the perks of the job, for sure. Justin Spring won a bronze in Gymnastics, and tomorrow morning, Emily Zurrer starts for Canada against the US Women's Soccer team, with a semifinal berth on the line, and I'm not afraid to say that I'm pulling for the Canadians.
Here's what I'm not at all happy with:
That's right, my Macbook. The hard drive failed, AGAIN. Second time in less than one year. I have about a month or so's worth of pictures that I haven't backed up yet, so I'm in danger of losing that, unless they can save it for $199 of MY MONEY.
Now, I'm not that good at yelling and screaming to get my way, but I think I'm going to have to do that today. They're likely going to put in a brand new hard drive, and I'm going to have to suck it up and demand an extended warranty, and some other things. But I don't think I'm good at it. How do you do it? Post a comment to let me know.
What I do know is that Apple has really dropped the ball here on customer service. At no point has anyone apologized for my inconvenience. Why doesn't anyone do that anymore? I had a similar situation with a co-worker recently who really did something that put me in an extremely awkward position, and I think I would have been fine if this person had just said, "hey, my bad, I screwed up." But instead, they were defensive, and I haven't spoken to them in 3 months.
So that's my pontification on today: Learn to say I'm sorry. Sometimes it will do ten times more good than explaining what you were thinking, or what you were trying to do. Just say, my bad, and move on.
Finally, I'm happy that I'm running again. Tomorrow, I'm going to do 3 sets of 3 minutes walking, 7 minutes running. That's the inverse of what I was doing about a month ago, and I feel so much stronger. And when I weighed myself on Monday, I was at 169. I'm getting there.
Again, no comments the last time, maybe this time I'll get one or two.
If any of you have thoughts on how to alleviate this problem, or how I should go about getting a brand new computer out of the Apple corporation, I'm all ears. Until then, please be advised that my emails, and any further blog updates, will be limited for the next flipping week.
Also, two thoughts about male public restrooms:
1) I understand that some men like to, for whatever reason, spit in the urinal. Ok, whatever. I think it's nasty, but it's your call. But why, in God's name, would you spit NEXT to the toilet that you're going to the bathroom in. Not IN it, but NEXT to it. I witnessed this in Peoria.
2) If, for whatever reason, you're not wanting to use the urinals (stage fright is an understandable thing), and you decide to use the toilet for privacy, please, I beg of you, LIFT UP THE FREAKING SEAT. Why would you possibly give yourself LESS room to shoot the stream through. There is no possible logical brain fragment that would think this is a good idea.
OK. Also, a shout out to the CrackMonkeys, 2008 Blue league softball champions, already decided with one more game to go. We've battled through a surgery, a stress fracture, a torn hamstring, and countless vacations to get to our first ever softball championship. Pretty freaking cool. And a 4-0 shutout to clinch it. Neato.
Which is neither Greater, nor.....well, I think it is probably all of the remaining things.
Needless to say, it's already been an interesting day. I got the special security treatment!!! Isn't that fun! Yes, it actually was. For some reason, I actually really got a kick out of the old man who was talking me through how he was fondling my ass. He was excessively polite, and conciliatory, but hearing him say, "OK, now I'm going to go around your back, and down from your hips" made me quiver with anticipation, fear, and primal sexuality. Yeah, I said it. Thank you, 57 year old man. If this is the prelude to my 4th Las Vegas trip, I think we're all set.
Also, a rather attractive, maybe 27 year old was bending over in front of me while we were waiting in Allegiant's line, and she was not wearing a bra. So.....felt up, and saw nudity. (Sorry Glenn).
I'm quite excited about playing some penny poker tonight, having a few drinks, and getting a good night sleep before we get all set for approximately 42 hours of complete insanity and debauchery.
I feel that I've used words in this post that I normally wouldn't, and I think it's because Glenn uses so many flipping big words, that I feel challenged to expand my vocabulary. That isn't good. Or maybe it is.
And for our video entertainment today, and especially for Glenn, as he deals with his hamstring injury.
After working for the last two weeks on the Zook Zone, I'm rather gassed, and will definitely need the recharging and rejuvenating powers of Las Vegas. I'll be there with Bri for a night, then Leigh, Louis, Brittany and Boo.
I don't think it can come fast enough.
One last day of writing and editing.
And more importantly, a softball game tomorrow.....with at least four players hungover, and one with a torn hamstring.
Awesome. That's all I have today, I'm pretty pooped.