Hodgepodge for $2000 please

I'm gonna make it a true daily double and risk it all, Alex. Originally, this blog was designed for one purpose but it has become a therapeutic release...kind of a like a deep tissue massage  minus the relaxation, scented oils and element of bliss. However,  my fingers are quite limber because I am quite speedy on the keyboard.

I get giddy over little crazy things. For example, there is a paging system in my new office which I love. I don't care if it sounds bad, but I love to use it. It's kind of my way of getting prepped for when I take over for the other Liam's mom on "Mike and Mike" or for a morning gig on local sports radio. Subtle hint: CALL ME!!! "RG3-Mr. Shannahan is on line 3." It could work. One of the great disappointments in my life is not getting to make the announcements on the overhead on a chartered flight. It's good that I don't hold a grudge-C. I just wanted to say "We know you have choices in flying." Actually, you didn't in this circumstance. It was the last flight out to escape a pending category 5 hurricane, but it could have been my one shining moment. Could have been, should have been, would have been. Mwak mwak mwak....

I went to lunch today with someone who works out a TON. As in hours a day. This is a big dude.  I am completely impressed by people who have had lapband surgery and those who spend hours a day working out in the gym.  Both scenarios make me hungry. For example, this person ordered dry  grilled chicken with a side of arugula. Yum. One must be mindful of the order after something like that.  I was just about to ask for a cup of Elmer's paste with a lime  (I was secretly contemplating fries since I have not had them in a few months)or a single grain of rice, but I didn't want to indulge in the carb.   Instead I ordered rare tuna...I kept looking up hoping it would magically rain jelly bellies or  that at least Count Chocula would come by my table and hook me up with some cereal. Never happened. In regards to lapband surgery, I met a lady who lost almost 200 pounds but had a severe infection due to her lapband surgery. She said she could actually put her fist in her stomach and girl had pictures. I suppose this a positive quality to possess- I can get along with anyone and enjoy discussing gangrene and pushups, particularly at mealtime. Will there be an upcoming assessment that asks whether or not I possess these traits?

It's been a rather tumultuous 6 months. On a serious note, I am going to become a great aunt. Geez.  I am trying to digest that. I am taking my daughter to my niece's baby shower this weekend. My niece is 17 and a junior in high school. When I was 17, I was a freshman in college and definitely not ready to be anyone's mother. I am not going to elaborate much further on the topic, but I don't envy my niece. It is absolutely exhilarating and terrifying being a parent, so I cannot imagine how I would feel at that age. However, I wish her the best.  It is very difficult for me to believe that she is going to be a mother but she is.

On a lighter note, I am going to make a committed effort to work on something to better myself. I was this close to saying I was going to give up sugar for a month, but that is unlikely. I can try, but I will probably end eating the Crystal light with a popsicle stick.  However in the spirit of determination, I will give it a whirl.  I should have my fill after the smorgasbord of Starburst jelly beans and warheads (xoxo)this past weekend. Once I implemented a "no sarcasm rule" in the office I shared with 2 other people. Remember this B? We could only use sarcasm once a week. After a week of absolute silence (we just nodded at each other) , we abandoned that policy as we felt those around us suffered from a lack of entertainment. Can't go back to that one, so I am going to work on just being. Perhaps work on sitting still .  I don't relax or do downtime well. I fidget and it's very annoying! Why hasn't anyone told me to sit down???  It's strange because I am very laid back, but I have a difficult time just being....Which brings me to another question on one of those "tests"...Can you fall asleep watching  a river? Of course my first inclination was to say, "Why would I  relax and enjoy the water?" And I suppose if I just sat, I could enjoy the river, but I don't. So, the plan is to just be and go back to being fun. I think I was fun at one point.  This probably should have been 2 separate paragraphs and I overused the comma.

I leave you with a cheer from my childhood...R-o-w-d-i-e that's the way we spell rowdie, rowdie, hey, hey rowdie. Get rowdie.