Health Scents

"Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon." - Doug Larson

I don't know who Doug is, but truer words were never spoken. I mean, have you smelled broccoli?

A little Self Control is all I ask...

I was in Idaho last week. On my short (1 hour?) flight from Boise to Salt Lake City, I was sitting in the back of a tiny plane (maybe 50 seats) and across the isle from me was a guy and a girl. He lived in Vegas and she in LA. They just met right there on the plane (as I heard their introductions). During the flight I could hear the girl laugh and the two of them chatted the whole way. (He was chewing tobacco and carried his own glass which he spat into. Mid-flight he went to the water-closet and gave it a rinse. She was reading a reflexology book and works as a counselor. They both looked like quality people.) I was engrossed in my own book and didn't pay them much attention, but as we were hitting the runway, I put down my book and glanced over. The two of them were making out! Hands were running up each other thighs and what not! I had to avert my eyes. (I almost told them to get a room, but I have a feeling that is exactly what they did.)

Amazing. Not that these two will have any sort of a relationship, but c'mon! Within an hour of meeting? It was a bit much. If you are going to make out in public, at least know the dude's first and last name. And please, don't do it when I am stuck on a plane with you.

One of THOSE Days - Part 2

In case you were all wondering how my terrible, no good, very bad day turned out...I had a yearly check-up scheduled with the doc yesterday afternoon. Those are not fun no matter how you slice them. Breast exam, pap smear, blood work, x-ray and skin biopsy. Ugh.
Let's just say I haven't shaved for over a week. The lucky doctor got to see my armpit hair during the breast exam which I giggled through. I couldn't help it. I felt like such a dork.
I suppose when I am nervous I talk about all sorts of dumb stuff. As I was being examined I was reading the body charts and I mentioned the old Encyclopedia Britannica commercial where the nerdy kids says, "I've always wondered where my mandibula was" as he touches his neck/jaw area. Isn't it mandible?
And to top off the day, my favorite dancer (Janette) got kicked off of "So you think you can dance". Boo!
I was glad to go to sleep last night.

One of THOSE Days

I have had nothing but trouble.
Today, upon arriving at work, I found that I had peaks where I shouldn't have and that I had no peaks were I should have. That is bad.
When I was in the lunch room washing my hands, I took a paper towel and the whole stack fell out with it.
I was filling a paper cup with ice and water from the fridge. When I went to take a drink, I noticed something dark at the bottom of my cup. I dumped it out and there, seemingly glued to the bottom of the cup, was a fly. Yuck.
Then, in the ladies room I thought I was dieing until I remembered that I had beats for dinner last night. You know what I mean.
I think I should go back to bed.

Death to Stevie?

So, today in the lab I found myself humming Stevie Wonder's "I just called to say I love you" song. When realizing what I was singing, I blurted out, "I hope Stevie Wonder dies soon so that we can hear his music all day on the radio." I got dirty looks and scowls of disapproval. "Because I like Stevie Wonder." I explained, but the damage was done. (For those unaware, Michael Jackson was on the radio for days straight at the announcement of his death. DAYS.)

I don't really wish death upon anyone in particular, not even my arch nemesis, Anders J. Smith.

Sorry Stevie. I just wish they would play some good music every once in awhile.