A cautionary tale about cars

Last night Hol-dog and I attended our alma mater's men's basketball game. It was close throughout, but as the clock clicked down to the last thirty seconds, the arena emptied as people ran for their cars. While the loss itself was painful, the home crowd abandonment was utterly demoralizing. And based on the traffic jams surrounding the arena, very few people actually experienced any advantage by leaving early.

As Hol-dog and I made our way into the parking ramp to her huge pickup, the line of exiting cars already snaked behind her vehicle and beyond. So we hopped in the truck, turned on the seat-warmers, and waited for our opportunity to hop into line.

It took a while before someone finally let us in, and just as we were about to reverse some pedestrians wandered into our targeted area of entry. I said something sarcastically "to" the pedestrians, but more for Hol-dog's benefit. I may have said something to the effect of, "Get out of the way ya idiots." Aaaannnd it may have included a naughty word. Don't judge, you know you've done it.

Well, after my mild insult, the pedestrians twitched in the same way that my dog twitches when she hears her name. Uh oh. After the pedestrians wandered away, and we had proceeded a few feet, I hopped out of the truck (traffic wasn't moving), shut the door, and Hol-dog repeated the mild insult at the same volume.

I heard every word. Oh dear.

So let me be a cautionary tale for all people out there. Cars are not sound-proof. Please, resist the urge to say those nasty things. Because you might think they can't hear you, but THEY CAN. Clearly. The End.


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Web Traffic

I enjoy perusing the blog's web traffic stats. Two people got to the site using the search "can i damage the alignment of my car if i hit a snowbank." A few got here by looking up the definition of mob wife, and someone clicked my blog when her lia sophia necklace broke and she wanted to know how to replace it. I'm sure my blog was very insightful for that. Oh, and two people found the blog by searching for "ear wax chunk." Gross.


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Like Her.

Today in court, a pro-se defendant was telling my supervising attorney about an incident a few months ago in the courtroom, and in an attempt to sound very reliable, he began describing the people in the room.

"Yeah, I remember the attorney. He was a short guy. Dark hair. Chubby."

I giggled.

"There was a woman too. Curly hair. She was bigger, too. Like her."

Guess who he pointed to? I was no longer giggling. (You know the face that Jim makes to the camera on The Office, when Dwight says something really weird? Yeah, I made that face to my imaginary camera in the back of the courtroom).

Oh well. I need a little motivation. I'm falling off the wagon fast. Today I was so late getting in to work (and yes, I'm late coming in five miles as opposed to seventy-five miles. I've already learned the distance is not to blame...) that I drove downtown, cutting my round-trip, school-to-court walk from three miles to a mere one mile. While the heated garage was lovely at the end of the day, the $19 fee was a bit painful...

Thanks to AngelOwner, who encouraged me to write a post tonight. She is such a loyal reader! Sunday through Tuesday nights are so busy, it's hard to fit in blog-time. The amount of activities packed into those three evenings is enough to pop a button right off... kind of like SuperSaver's jacket button popping off after an evening at Khan's Mongolian Barbecue (In her defense, she is due in March, and generally she is the tiniest little thing. On a randomly related note, SuperSaver was in true form last night, telling me about the cost-effectiveness of cloth diapers versus disposables).

As it is, I am Not due in March, yet I am also apparently in danger of button-popping (or at least according to random pro-see defendants). But I find that my ability to make good food choices increases proportionately with the amount of sleep I get. So I'm going to try and get eight hours tonight - until tomorrow!


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Mii Fit

I didn't lose weight this week. Which means I gained a little weight. Which was not surprising, what with beckoning chocolate chip cookies and all. I was a little sad, but resolved I wouldn't get too down on myself because overall, things are going well.

Coinciding with my weight plateau is SweetTalker's idea to have a Biggest Loser competition amongst my family. I'm at a bit of a disadvantage since I didn't bulk up over Super Bowl like FarmerBoy and FamousDiva, but I'm looking forward to the competition. The idea is that we all weigh in on the Wii fit, we have eight weigh-ins (every two weeks), and the person with the largest % of weight loss gets cash.

So this means Husband and I "had" to purchase a Wii fit, and local Walmart only had the Wii fit plus. Setting up my Mii was pretty funny. I started off all cute and skinny. But when the Wii learned my BMI, suddenly my little animated Mii ballooned out to the point that a significant fat roll protrudes between the top of my Mii pants and the bottom of my Mii shirt. Lovely.

But, happily, my Wii Fit Age is only 33. Unlike Daughter and Husband, who are in their Wii 40's. I'm pretty excited to add a little yoga and strength training to my day. Husband felt the need to remind me that somewhere in the house there was a forgotten and forlorn dance pad from my Dance Dance Revolution phase...

This is different... right?


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Character or Hardware?

Lots and lots of character. Funny how "lots" uses the same letter as another four-letter L word that I HATE.

Today was the much-anticipated season-opener of the Junior Olympic volleyball season. And it did not go well. While traumatic at the time, afterward Prodigy and Spitfire joined me for some "group therapy" at a local dive bar, and that made things a lot better. By this evening, I was ready to re-embrace my team with loving arms and an encouraging spirit.

See God? I've learned my lesson and developed lots of character. Enough character to last me an entire season. I'm ready for my hardware.


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