Friday, February 24, 2006

Scratching my head and no it’s not dandruff

Yesterday I got on the elevator at work where two women were in mid-conversation:

Woman #1: I just kept hitting the snooze button this morning. I wanted to go to the gym but I just couldn’t get out of bed. I can never find the time to exercise!

Woman #2: I know what you mean, the morning is the only time I have to work out too.

Elevator doors open on the SECOND floor and both get out.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

An Olympic Question

I LOVE the Olympics. I have been watching them almost every night and then reading all about it online during the day while I should be working. I’m not so crazy about the figure skating and ice dancing stuff but the skiing, snowboarding (Snowboard Cross? Holy shit. I can barely stand on solid ground with two feet but to have your feet strapped on to ONE board on the side of a snow covered mountain and to have the purpose be to get to the bottom the fastest without being tripped up by the other snowboarders at speeds of 35 to 45 miles per hour? That is amazing.), speed skating and “sledding” events have me glued to my TV.

As I sit and watch the athletes I wonder how people get started in some of these sports. Skiing, and even snowboarding seem like no-brainers; lots of people ski and snowboard and becoming competitive seems like an easy enough transition, but the bobsled? I mean, is there some recruiter who walks around neighborhood golf courses during heavy snow falls looking for the big hills and the kids sledding to see who has the most style? Do they look for things like tree missing, small child dodging techniques and who manages to keep their younger sibling on the back and not lose them after hitting a bump? How does one go from backyard tobogganing to bobsledding? Or even better, the Skeleton?

I want to know because if I find out I missed some opportunity and it could have been me in Torino going headfirst down an ice covered track at 80 miles an hour on a board with only a helmet and a skintight outfit on I’m gonna be pissed.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

ISO: Ob/Gyn for long-term relationship and free packs of Yasmin

Why is it that once you find a great new Ob/Gyn that they either move or stop practicing medicine? UGH!!!!! (Can you read the frustration?!?) And while I’m at it, why is it so damned hard to actually FIND a decent one?!

It took me a year and a half of living in Cincinnati to find a great Gynecologist. I went to her twice, loved her and then she stopped practicing due to high malpractice insurance. I was bummed but not over the top furious because I knew I was moving back to Philly.

Fast forward to five minutes ago. I called my new, great Doctor that I finally found when I moved back here to make my annual appointment and *poof* she’s gone. BITCH. Apparently she moved back to Baltimore. What about ME!? The office has other Doctors that I can see and I made an appointment with one but that’s not the point.

I think it should be a law that if you spend over 6 weeks actually trying to locate a decent Doctor that you can trust and feel comfortable with that they then should be forbidden to move for at least 5 years. Is that too much to ask, really?

Monday, February 20, 2006

Big item purchasing

How sad is it that I am so excited about my latest big purchase? I’ve been wanting one for months now. Actually, ever since I bought the house 18 months ago. I didn’t want to splurge too much but I wanted one that is shiny and new and actually works well.

Isn’t it beautiful?

Isn’t it sad that buying a new stove and getting a great deal on it because of the President’s Day weekend sales gives me so much joy? Ahhh, yes, how the times have changed. Three years BH (before house) I would have been writing about the latest deal I got on a pair of Jimmy Choos and now I’m posting about stoves. It’s like when I got rid of my adorable Jetta and bought my Passat station wagon. Not exactly your typical car for a single woman but I have two dogs and a house and I really need the room! I mean where am I going to wear the Jimmy Choos now? To clean the house with my old Prom dress?