Efficiency is the Name of the Game

I got a new computer and it kicks me off of the internet after about 10 minutes. I would like to chuck it through a window. I am busy at work, and thus explains my lack of blogging as of late. This will count as three blog entries in one...

1)I haven't golfed in about three weeks. I bought clubs this year, and it turns out that I enjoy golfing. I am terrible at it, but I like to give 'er a go and have a drink with friends. The lack of golfing is making me crabby when I look at my idle clubs in the garage.

2) I had an appointment for a massage and it got cancelled. I had made the appointment like a month ago. I made it because I am finally using a gift certificate that I got for Christmas a year ago. I was called about 5 hours before my appointment and asked if I could reschedule for one week later because someone had an emergency and couldn't move their neck. Um, is it just me or would that be better served by going to your local physician?? I didn't feel like arguing with the massage therapist, but I won't be going back to her ever again, I don't care how good the massage is. Bad business, people.

3) I went to a party with several beauty queens. Remember my friend, Mrs. Iowa? She's great, and there was a party in her honor as a "sendoff" to the Mrs. America pageant (you can check out all the contestants online. Just google "Mrs. America Pageant" and you can see my very pretty friend). If you'd ever like to feel a mixture of dowdy and relief, then I suggest you attend such a party. I'll just leave it at that. Good luck, Mrs. Iowa!!

There you go... three blogs in one - reader's digest condensed versions.

Top 5 Answers on the Board

Here's the question... How many hours would most people say that they lose in an evening on their computer?

Well, if they have a new computer, like me, that is loaded with new games like "The Family Fued" - at least two. Two hours gone.

I was exploring the programs on my new laptop and saw the games section where they had the aforementioned game, so I bit. Turns out, I got to play once for free and after that they would like for me to pay for the privilege. I think not. So, knowing this was a one-shot kind of thing, I made sure I took advantage. That game sucked me right in, trying to figure out other jobs that retired race car drivers could do, and what people who date for a while can do that would be weird on a first date. I won the bonus rounds every time I played. I am good at this, apparently. Fun!

Well, not ONLY did I get to answer zany questions and beat the "average player's score," but in this version of the FF, you get to use the points you earn in the game to "buy" home furnishings and decorate your token virtual two-story suburban home. This only fueled my wish to keep playing more games, to earn more points and get this home liveable for the nonexistant virtual people who might be moving in soon. They can't be without an oven, for Pete's sake!

You can now see how the geniuses at computer gaming land tried to snare me into buying this game on an ongoing basis. But, ho, I outsmarted them. I played their game and had an amusing time, AND I furnished that virtual house, albeit in modest fashion (let the virtual people pick out their own virtual wall art!). So there. What? What about the two hours of time that vanished into thin air? Uh... touche, gaming land creators.

New Horrid Photo

Wow, ok, so I keep excercising and liking Piliates. I also got a puppy (did I mention that?), and take him for little walks. My eating habits... well... there have been a lot of occasions. Like, lunch, for example. Lunch on a Monday has become an occasion. Mmm... banana bars.

Yes, well, we had a family reunion recently and it was a lot of fun. We rented a tandem bike, and if you have never had occasion to ride on one of those, I highly recommend it. I especially recommend riding on the back end because it is a trippy experience. But that is not the point of this posting. The point is that during the reunion many photos were taken, and one of them is of ME looking like a total schlump. Ick! It does not help that I crammed my arss into a kiddie power-wheels Jeep (Are you all singing, "Pow-pow-powerwheels, pow-pow-powerwheels.." and thinking back to your youth where you either owned one or wished you had?). The photo reminds me of the phrase from the movie "Tommy Boy"... "Fat guy in a little coat!"

I am printing that thing and posting it everywhere. I am considering working on learning the glycemic index eating habits. NOT a diet, mind you, but true regular eating habits where one's blood sugars remain stable.

It is not helping that I will be attending the "send off" party for my friend, Mrs. Iowa, as she travels off to the Mrs. America pageant. This party will be ripe with other pageant contestants and winners, and cameras. Oh, the humanity.

Domicile Discontent

I am soooooo hating my house lately. It is too darn small. I feel clausterphobic in there. It makes me want to get rid of about 1/2 of my stuff to make the house seem livable, but my spouse is not ok with that idea. So, I keep cramming stuff into closets and feeling like every room is overcrowded. Grrr.

This has gotten so bad, I have started looking at homes for sale in town. There is nothing that I am feeling like is "perfect." Besides, I love my neighborhood. So, I have asked my spouse to start looking into an addition into our house. Same location, bigger space. I don't know we can accomplish what I am wanting, but worth exploring. Now, if only I could find that mythical money tree or pot of gold.

Is This Thing On?

Testing.. testing... check one, check one. Hello? I am severely lacking in the comment department here, people (except for Ladafam - thank you). You all know what a junkie I am with the comments. Then again, I really AM just typing to amuse myself, so...

Reformed

I started something new today in my quest to be all fit and healthy and junk. I have heard about Pilates for years, ever since Maddonna rapped about it badly. I never took a class, even though others raved about it. I was hanging with the Turbo crowd then.

Well, my friend, Mrs. Iowa swears by not just any old Pilates, but the Pilates Reformer. This is a platform thing with pulleys and straps and things that make it look like a midevil torture device (well, that or something sold at a heavy duty porn/sex toy shop). Given her endorsement, I bit. I had my first session today, and Hey Mikey! I like it! Good thing, too, cuz I bought a 12-session package. Soon, I too will look like Mrs. Iowa. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Ride/Run II

Here's the post I meant to do a while ago about the ride/run. Remember how last year I was all jazzed up about completing the Ride/Run? Well, this year my sister asked me to do it with her, and I just did not have the motivation. What is that about? Have I fallen that far? Apparently so. Well, I pushed through that and agreed to do it. I then proceeded to NOT train until the week before, and then injured my knee and was almost out of the deal. I was almost hoping the knee would be too puffy, but Sahm would have killed me.

So, despite all of my foot-dragging, I did the Ride/Run, and once again finished the thing. I accomplished me goal of finishing and NOT walking. So, way to go, me; you big lazy blob.