Irony

Chat exerpt:

ok FYI John im not this teenage girl ,, number one , number two hello , what the F...

I love irony.

Dear Self

Dear Self:

Just a quick reminder to you:  Don't go riding without bike shorts or you'll rub your crotch raw. 


Love and Kisses,

Me

On Rabbits

So rabbit-style vibrators were featured on Sex and the City.  I missed it because I don't watch the show.  I wanted to like it, but never could get into it.  Thus, I don't know the context, but I do know that it's an honest-to-goodness sex meme now.


I don't remember how the Rabbit Vibrator came up yesterday, but it did, which reminded me of a long ago conversation:

K:  Are you threatened by vibrators?
Me: Well, I'm pro-orgasm.   So no, I guess not.

I'm still wondering if a question like that is me being evaluated for sexual compatibility.  If so, it didn't work.

But back to the present, I did get to use my hands as a model yesterday, which led me to this wonderful statement:

Me:  [staring at interlocking fingers] Of course, this isn't to scale.
MM:  We know.

Which also reminds me:

D: I'm bummed that I don't show up in your blog any more.

My new response, "You're not asking the right questions."

SSC 24

Short Shameful Confession:

I've just spend 2 and a half hours watching Youtube video of people lancing boils and draining abscesses. 

What the Fuck Did You Just Say?

"Freakin' Spics!"

That's what he said.

And as far as I know, everyone heard him say it.  And I'm the only one who seemed to react.  I couldn't even look him in the face for the next hour.  And I don't know if I can be around him any more.

UPDATE:
After stewing for the better part of a day, I finally just emailed him about it.  He apologized if I was offended but told me he felt that no words should be so sacred that it couldn't be said.

I told him that I had no idea what that meant.

The Look

On Monday, I did a plyometrics workout, and as of today, I'm still incredibly stiff and sore.  Last night at dance team practice, I saw myself in the mirror and realized that my "I'm stiff and sore from plyometrics" walk looks exactly like a "I took a crap in my pants" walk.

Unfortunate to figure that out after three days.

Coop!

Georgie Cooper died last week.

As saddened as I am to hear about her passing, I can't think of Georgie Cooper without seeing her bright smile and hearing her infectious laugh. It's strange to realize that though it's been over 20 years since I sat in her class, I continue to experience the lessons she taught me on a regular basis. She came up in a conversation with friends just last week as an example of a person who's enthusiasm made being around her a joyful experience. I can't begin to calculate the impact she's had on my life. I have tears in my eyes, but revisiting my memories of her incredible presence lightens my heart. Thanks Georgie, I promise I won't let you down!

Mrs. Cooper, a teacher I had in Junior High, touched me in a way that my own grandfather's death didn't.  I've actually spent a few minutes wracked with sobs.  I think Mrs. Cooper would have approve of the phrase "wracked with sobs."  Ah shit, start the waterworks again.