Dance Party

It is currently 11:05 AM EST right now. I just sent a message to a friend down in DC saying, "I'm not gonna lie. I'm kinda in the mood for a dance party right now."

That translates to, "I've had too much freakin' coffee and the music from 89.3 is rockin' it right now, thus I must get up and dance the morning away!!"

I blame it also on being Wednesday. I find that Wednesday is best known not as Hump Day but more as Nutty Day. Really, you're over the the first part of the week and pumping out plans for the weekend while staring out the window, wishing you could just jump and run to the nearest Happy Hour spot.

Can you tell I have SCOF?? (Summer Corporate Office Fever)

I haven't traveled in ages. I'm behind a computer all day with a window view of a luscious wooded area. How does a beautiful warm, sunny day not make you want to take a walk and never come back to the office?

So, to get my fix of anxiousness throughout the day I mentally plan my walks at night, I workout during the morning and drink a vat of coffee.

.......and perhaps peruse the www.philacanoe.org website and figure out what lessons and trips I will be taking this summer/fall. Yes, I can't wait. I've taken up canoeing/kayaking. I'm taking my first lesson this weekend and have found myself to be a tad nervous/excited. Scoff at my 'lesson' taking but I assure you, there is a lot to learn and I'm pro limiting my death/drowning potential on the Schuylkill River.

Annoyed.

At people who lack normal correspondence beyond childish social-networking sites.

At people think that they only way to learn is just by calling (speaking) and not hands on experience.

At things that break down.

At month-long vacations that interrupt work.

Straight to Your Hips

Oh....I love honest people.......

So this older gentleman was packing up my groceries the other day at the Acme by work.

I had bought ice cream and fresh strawberries for dessert for the cookout my roommate and I were going to have that night.

As the gentleman handed me the bag [with ice cream] he said, "this is going to go straight to your hips!"

My response, "Thanks. Luckily I'm sharing, hunh?" and then I think I may have mumbled - "It's Ice Cream month get over it....."

As a female I can take this in two different ways. A subtle way of saying, "Hey! You're a fattie!!" OR a bit of small talk in means of, "Oh, ice cream is yummy but unfortunately, high in fat."

And that there, is the difference between men and women. Lie to us! (to spare our feelings on weight and ice cream.)

Mile Walk

Last Thursday night (7/10/08) I may or may not have walked a mile to go buy a 24 pk of PBR.

There may or may not have been snickers by some men who were at one of the bustops on the way back.

And.....it may or may not have been considered my workout for that day.

Born a Little Late

Today is the 2nd day of "The 12 Days of Me." I'm excited but at a different level of excitement this year. Not sure why but I did let on to my DC friends that this years goal was to ....

"...make it past the 10 p.m. mark and to wake up with little dirt and leaves in my hair but a lot of memories re-told by ya'll."

I have no clue if it will happen but I was informed by a special someone that on my actual birthday, we're gonna go all out. Now that, I'm cool with.

All the other days are filled with fun little activities including dessert night, mini golf, karaoke, the 4th and so on.... I'm pretty sure by the time my week(s) end and we start the 12 days for my roommate July will begin to be one big blur.

I am thankful for this month of birthday's though, cause work is a killer. A S-L-O-W killer with clients on month-long holiday, email crashing and my first load docking on the 21st in S. America. I'm basically 'waiting' out the month, and it's only the 2nd....

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Best Quote from the Weekend:

Scene - stuck in traffic with boy after going and seeing Footloose in Norristown. I put a CD in and the Glenn Miller Band pours out of the speakers and I start to 'dance.'

Boy, "Yeah, your mother was right. You were just a few decades too late."