I must be Italian.
Sadly, these are my legs. (Almost too gross to post, but we are all friends here, right?)For Memorial Day I went to a lake and attempted some water sports (wake boarding). I think the water won.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Fragile
I must be Italian.
Sadly, these are my legs. (Almost too gross to post, but we are all friends here, right?)For Memorial Day I went to a lake and attempted some water sports (wake boarding). I think the water won.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Ettiquete at the Mat
Last night I spent the evening doing laundry at the old apartment since it is cheap and I can do 4 loads at once. If you have ever done laundry in a public place, there is an unspoken rule, that you don't handle anyone else's load unless completely necessary. At that point you find a load that looks the least personal. Steer clear of anything resembling underwear, but instead go for the jeans or the blankety-type stuff.
You guard your underwear like you do an ugly child. You keep it out of view when others are present. It stays in the basket, the washer or the dryer and the transfer from one to the other is as fast as possible. No one needs to see any one else's skivvys. Unlike the movies or those old Saturday Night live sketches, you don't sit and fold your underwear there at the laundromat, you get it and bolt.
That is only one reason I hate doing laundry. The stress of underwear protection is quite taxing.
Well, after all my precautions last night at the ol' mat, I just blew it all out the window. As I was getting out of my car this morning at work, a piece of underwear fell out of the car as I opened the door!!! It had been wedged between the door and the seat. I looked down in shock and horror and then flung them back into the car, scanning the lot for possible onlookers. Uh... if anyone saw, could I perhaps pass them off as a handkerchief?
(Luckily it was just a pair of black cotton "brief" work-out underwear for exercising in and not my batman underoos.)
You guard your underwear like you do an ugly child. You keep it out of view when others are present. It stays in the basket, the washer or the dryer and the transfer from one to the other is as fast as possible. No one needs to see any one else's skivvys. Unlike the movies or those old Saturday Night live sketches, you don't sit and fold your underwear there at the laundromat, you get it and bolt.
That is only one reason I hate doing laundry. The stress of underwear protection is quite taxing.Well, after all my precautions last night at the ol' mat, I just blew it all out the window. As I was getting out of my car this morning at work, a piece of underwear fell out of the car as I opened the door!!! It had been wedged between the door and the seat. I looked down in shock and horror and then flung them back into the car, scanning the lot for possible onlookers. Uh... if anyone saw, could I perhaps pass them off as a handkerchief?
(Luckily it was just a pair of black cotton "brief" work-out underwear for exercising in and not my batman underoos.)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Saw It...
I know, you wish there was a movie out there staring me as a lumberjack.
It is true, I have sawed a log a time or two...
but for now you will just have to settle for Hugh Jackman in a leather jacket acting as a lumberjack in X-Men Origins: Wolverine.
I know life is tough and you can't always get what you want. Too bad for you.
It is true, I have sawed a log a time or two...
but for now you will just have to settle for Hugh Jackman in a leather jacket acting as a lumberjack in X-Men Origins: Wolverine.
I know life is tough and you can't always get what you want. Too bad for you.
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