Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Solitaire Tournament
It is not too crazy tonight, so I decide to check for solitaire on the computer. I am so lucky! There is solitaire, free cell, and minesweeper; all of the classic computer games. I started playing solitaire and changed the options so it was scoring Vegas style and flipping every third card. This triggered a fond memory. It is the one where my four college roommates and I were all supposed to be writing a paper or doing some school related task and we would interrupt each other to have solitaire tournaments. We would all play 2 games and see who had the highest score at the end. It eventually got to 5 and 6 games before we would check each other's scores because it took more time. The things we did to put off doing our homework. I bet we would have gotten much more done if we weren't such procrastinators , but then we wouldn't have stories to tell about solitaire tourneys. I hope I never forget the silly things.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Workout Wednesdays
When I was in Junior High, we had a thing called 'Workout Wednesdays.' Basically we would take a break from whatever unit we were in, be it basketball, golf, swimming, or the ever favorite square dancing, to run circles in the gym or do some other accelerate-your-heart-rate exercise. This was my school's attempt at keeping its students fit. We also had to bring a note from our parents every month saying that we participated in activity at least three times a week- including Workout Wednesdays. Pretty lame back then, but actually a pretty good idea as now I see the Chunky Kids of America is a growing club.
Anyway- what got me on this topic is my current 'Workout Wednesdays.' Wednesdays have been a day that I have been able to make it to a workout class the most often due to my crappy work schedule. The teacher is really great in a few aspects- she kicks our ass every time, she plays great music, she has a lot of spunk, and clearly gets people to come back. Other things aren't so great...
Point A: She draws attention to you if you screw up. Sometimes I work out so hard that my brain sort of shuts down a little, sometimes I don't lift my feet high enough and I may trip, sometimes I miss hear her and I do the wrong step. Calm down and keep going- she doesn't have to point it out to everyone by saying, "Oops, let's try that again, you'll get it" as she turns around and looks directly at me, or "Let's try it again, so everyone (again as she turns around and looks at me) can move on." It's not just me, but so I turned the wrong way or I lifted a knee instead of doing a kick- RELAX or I will come up there and jam that microphone down your throat!
Point B: She is one of those instructors that is in her late 30's, early 40s, has had like three children and has this perfect little body that makes you want to throw up. Plus she has so much spunk- see what I did there...her spunk is both a positive and a negative. Her being so tiny isn't really that big of a problem, but I wanted to have three complaints and the next one drives me slightly insane.
Point C: Now, most instructors wear microphones. I have always thought that they were for the simple purpose of instructing the workout pupils on the next step and maybe giving a little shout of encouragement, but my Workout Wednesday instructor uses her microphone for her own fun-time sing-along. How can I stay focused if I keep hearing her shout, 'I'm still Jenny on the block!' (Yes, she is a white girl.)
Clearly, the things I am complaining about have not kept me from going to her class, but somebody should slip her a note to let her know how fantastically horrible her karaoke skills are!
Anyway- what got me on this topic is my current 'Workout Wednesdays.' Wednesdays have been a day that I have been able to make it to a workout class the most often due to my crappy work schedule. The teacher is really great in a few aspects- she kicks our ass every time, she plays great music, she has a lot of spunk, and clearly gets people to come back. Other things aren't so great...
Point A: She draws attention to you if you screw up. Sometimes I work out so hard that my brain sort of shuts down a little, sometimes I don't lift my feet high enough and I may trip, sometimes I miss hear her and I do the wrong step. Calm down and keep going- she doesn't have to point it out to everyone by saying, "Oops, let's try that again, you'll get it" as she turns around and looks directly at me, or "Let's try it again, so everyone (again as she turns around and looks at me) can move on." It's not just me, but so I turned the wrong way or I lifted a knee instead of doing a kick- RELAX or I will come up there and jam that microphone down your throat!
Point B: She is one of those instructors that is in her late 30's, early 40s, has had like three children and has this perfect little body that makes you want to throw up. Plus she has so much spunk- see what I did there...her spunk is both a positive and a negative. Her being so tiny isn't really that big of a problem, but I wanted to have three complaints and the next one drives me slightly insane.
Point C: Now, most instructors wear microphones. I have always thought that they were for the simple purpose of instructing the workout pupils on the next step and maybe giving a little shout of encouragement, but my Workout Wednesday instructor uses her microphone for her own fun-time sing-along. How can I stay focused if I keep hearing her shout, 'I'm still Jenny on the block!' (Yes, she is a white girl.)
Clearly, the things I am complaining about have not kept me from going to her class, but somebody should slip her a note to let her know how fantastically horrible her karaoke skills are!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Little trip to paradise
We had an eventful week in Florida.
Day one: We woke up at 4:00 to drive 3 hours to Kansas City to catch a 2.5 hour flight to Houston and then to 'Home Alone' run to our next 2.5 hour flight to Tampa. Talk about a sucky day of traveling! When we finally got there, we went out to eat at a Japanese Steakhouse, which was fun, but we were trying to tell the 'I barely speak English' waitress that we wanted to do Sake Bombs. She kept saying she knew what we meant, but she clearly didn't because she brought us four tall carafs of sake and four beers to pour in eight fancy beers glasses(the kind that kind of look like wine glasses). Anyway- that was a flop, but we ended up going to my old hang out, 'Raccoons' Molly and her boyfriend came with us to dinner and to the bar. It was a good start to a fabulous week.
Day two: Monday, We headed down to Cape Coral for the remainder of the week. We got ourselves organized and bought groceries for the week. We sat around in the hot tub and had a few drinks.
Day three: Tuesday, we went golfing and lost almost every ball we had. I got golf clubs for Christmas and was really excited to try them out. I think I did pretty well since I hadn't swung a club in over two years. We were planning another day of golfing, but decided to skip it. This was our night to go to the, all you can eat sushi buffet. What a truly fabulous meal!
Day four: Wednesday, we headed down to Fort Meyers Beach. Logan and I went parisailing- what a blast! We have a bunch of pictures- speaking of pictures- I am at work so I will upload some pics of this vacation later. All day in the sun made us sleepy, so we went back to the house for some, everyone's favorite college meal, mostaccoli, and a few beverages while sitting in the hot tub.
Day five: Thursday, we went fishing. We (well actually I) caught a 5 lb red fish. It was really fun to catch that crazy fish. We went home and cooked ourselves a fantastic seafood meal complete with the blue crabs we had caught in the trap throughout the week. We had nine crab, 5lbs of red fish and 4lbs of shrimp. Tasty!
Day six: Friday, it was storming, so we just sat around playing games and preparing for an afternoon of the 'century club.' Now we had been drinking the entire week to bring our alcohol tolerances up, so we were ready for such a challenge. Steph and I made the entire power hour and stuck it out until the end of the century club, but I think we missed about 10 shots or so. We all kept our beer down and still had time to sober up before we went to bed- to minimize our hangover of course. We were all acting as if we were 21 again. Such a fun game!
Day seven: Saturday was filled with game playing- because it was storming...Again- and it never rains in the winter in Florida. Anyway, so we cleaned the house and packed. Just a lazy afternoon before making the trip back to Tampa. We drove the two hours back to Brandon, where we met my sister and Cindy out for dinner. Logan, Steph and Nick all went back to my dad's house for a movie, while I hit a local bar to meet up with Molly for a post- Lightening game fest. We bowled on an arcade game- like golden tee. Anyway- it was fun and then I headed back to my dad's for a quick sleep before we had to leave for our flight.
Sunday- we flew home- well to Houston then to Kansas City and then a three hour drive home- just in time for the Super Bowl to start. Then my in-laws came over for the game and Subway. They had Gracie all week and she was so excited to see us. It was so cute- when Logan's parents were leaving, they called Gracie over to say goodbye. She looked so sad when she started toward them, but after they left, she was back to her old self because she realized she was going to get to stay home.
Well, that was my week in a large nutshell and I am really glad I wasn't working- we had 78 babies between Tuesday night and Friday night. CRAZY!!!
I think the moral to this vacation was that you are never too old to join the century club- even if you already belong!
Day one: We woke up at 4:00 to drive 3 hours to Kansas City to catch a 2.5 hour flight to Houston and then to 'Home Alone' run to our next 2.5 hour flight to Tampa. Talk about a sucky day of traveling! When we finally got there, we went out to eat at a Japanese Steakhouse, which was fun, but we were trying to tell the 'I barely speak English' waitress that we wanted to do Sake Bombs. She kept saying she knew what we meant, but she clearly didn't because she brought us four tall carafs of sake and four beers to pour in eight fancy beers glasses(the kind that kind of look like wine glasses). Anyway- that was a flop, but we ended up going to my old hang out, 'Raccoons' Molly and her boyfriend came with us to dinner and to the bar. It was a good start to a fabulous week.
Day two: Monday, We headed down to Cape Coral for the remainder of the week. We got ourselves organized and bought groceries for the week. We sat around in the hot tub and had a few drinks.
Day three: Tuesday, we went golfing and lost almost every ball we had. I got golf clubs for Christmas and was really excited to try them out. I think I did pretty well since I hadn't swung a club in over two years. We were planning another day of golfing, but decided to skip it. This was our night to go to the, all you can eat sushi buffet. What a truly fabulous meal!
Day four: Wednesday, we headed down to Fort Meyers Beach. Logan and I went parisailing- what a blast! We have a bunch of pictures- speaking of pictures- I am at work so I will upload some pics of this vacation later. All day in the sun made us sleepy, so we went back to the house for some, everyone's favorite college meal, mostaccoli, and a few beverages while sitting in the hot tub.
Day five: Thursday, we went fishing. We (well actually I) caught a 5 lb red fish. It was really fun to catch that crazy fish. We went home and cooked ourselves a fantastic seafood meal complete with the blue crabs we had caught in the trap throughout the week. We had nine crab, 5lbs of red fish and 4lbs of shrimp. Tasty!
Day six: Friday, it was storming, so we just sat around playing games and preparing for an afternoon of the 'century club.' Now we had been drinking the entire week to bring our alcohol tolerances up, so we were ready for such a challenge. Steph and I made the entire power hour and stuck it out until the end of the century club, but I think we missed about 10 shots or so. We all kept our beer down and still had time to sober up before we went to bed- to minimize our hangover of course. We were all acting as if we were 21 again. Such a fun game!
Day seven: Saturday was filled with game playing- because it was storming...Again- and it never rains in the winter in Florida. Anyway, so we cleaned the house and packed. Just a lazy afternoon before making the trip back to Tampa. We drove the two hours back to Brandon, where we met my sister and Cindy out for dinner. Logan, Steph and Nick all went back to my dad's house for a movie, while I hit a local bar to meet up with Molly for a post- Lightening game fest. We bowled on an arcade game- like golden tee. Anyway- it was fun and then I headed back to my dad's for a quick sleep before we had to leave for our flight.
Sunday- we flew home- well to Houston then to Kansas City and then a three hour drive home- just in time for the Super Bowl to start. Then my in-laws came over for the game and Subway. They had Gracie all week and she was so excited to see us. It was so cute- when Logan's parents were leaving, they called Gracie over to say goodbye. She looked so sad when she started toward them, but after they left, she was back to her old self because she realized she was going to get to stay home.
Well, that was my week in a large nutshell and I am really glad I wasn't working- we had 78 babies between Tuesday night and Friday night. CRAZY!!!
I think the moral to this vacation was that you are never too old to join the century club- even if you already belong!
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