Who in the hell gets a chest cold in the middle of summer? This girl!
I swear, just when I think I’m getting into a great exercise groove and feeling good about myself I get a case of The Suds. Which reminds me, I never told you why I quit the gym.
Scott and I have been regular gym members in our town since 2003. In 2010 we transferred to the more upscale fancy gym, but we’ve always been kind of unhappy with it. They are more focused on hot yoga and their latest Biggest Loser challenge and less on just keeping the equipment clean and making sure the paper towel dispensers work (if they’re lucky enough to have paper towels in stock). I actually wrote a complaint letter a year or so ago. And for me to complain? Well, it must be pretty bad.
Several months ago Scott got some resistance bands, and we started running the stairs at the local middle school. And the next thing you know we weren’t using the gym. I was a little nervous about quitting, because I hate getting the third degree. Plus I’ve seen this Friends episode a bunch of times. But I got my nerve up and called one Friday afternoon, and the young lady at the desk was super cool, took down my email, and said she would email the forms to me right away. Too easy! I waited all afternoon. And all weekend. No forms. So I sent in a contact form via the gym’s website, and asked about getting the forms that way. No response, no forms.
Okay, this was turning out harder than I thought. I called again, and talked to Lindsay, and told her one of her colleagues was going to email me some forms so I could QUIT THE GYM. Lindsay asked me if I had a fax machine, and went on to tell me how it was much easier to fax the forms, because she was really busy and emailing the forms might not happen right away. I jokingly asked Lindsay what a fax machine was, and boy did her tone change. She begrudgingly took down my email, but I knew I wasn’t getting any gym quitting forms that day or the next.
So Scott and I marched into the gym on my birthday, and we asked for the forms and we quit. Just like that. Easy peasy. It will only be a mere 30 days for this to take a effect. I asked the nice young gym lady for her name. I can’t remember her name now. I just know it wasn’t Lindsay.
Scott and I were killing a few minutes shopping before we had to head to a wedding rehearsal on Friday night, so we decided to get Finn some new sheets. I was looking in the clearance section, because he’s a 14 year old dude, and what does he know about thread counts? Anyway, Scott pointed to a package and said, “How about black?” Sure. Why not. So I grabbed a package and picked up a new blanket and that was that.
We got home a few hours before Finn did Friday night (he had yet another summer band performance), so I thought I would be nice and get his new bedding all ready. I ripped open the package of sheets and burst out laughing. We got him SATIN sheets. I looked at the label, and sure enough it said “Royal Satin.” In my defense, it was all written in fancy cursive writing and smallish print. And I was digging through the clearance bin, so stuff was all jumbled together.
I was going to return them, but it turns out he likes them. So the other morning I knocked on his door and hollered, Hey, Hugh Hefner, rise and shine! Don’t slip out of bed and break a hip.
You’ve got style, that’s what all the girls say Satin sheets and luxuries so fine All your suits are custom made in London But I’ve got something that you’ll really like
Gonna dress you up in my love All over, all over Gonna dress you up in my love All over your body
I had lunch today with my former SSA co-workers and retired BFFs Bill and Terry. Even though they retired three four and five years ago, those wonderful fellas still make the trek to downtown Seattle every other month or so to have lunch with me just like old times. And today another former co-worker and retiree, Ken, showed up as well. We had a lovely time chatting about former colleagues, kids, college, television, sports, politics, and Washington weed stores.
After lunch Terry was kind enough to drop me off at the Starbucks across the street from the train station. I sat down to drink my smoothie and wait a half hour for the train when up walks Diane and Maryann. Just two more retired SSA folks out for a day of shopping. They sat down with me and we road the train out of Seattle together.
So I spent a lot of time this afternoon talking about old work times. It was fun to catch up and see my retired friends so refreshed, relaxed, and happy.
And tan. Those bastards were all really tan.
Since I shamelessly plugged my own birthday earlier today (hey, I’m a Leo), I will also share my childhood birthday photos that I trot out every year to remind everyone how it’s always sunny on my birthday! Oh, and also that my mom only made one kind of birthday cake. Mmmm….chocolate.
I now live in the town where I was born and raised, but the house that I grew up in (that my grandparents built) is no longer a livable dwelling. The property it sits on was declared a wetlands many years ago, and my parents sold the house and land to the city back when Finn was a baby. We still drive by it on occasion and it makes me kind of sad to see that beautiful old home in a state of disrepair. I took a picture of it yesterday, and the little birdhouse (my grandmother raised birds) in the backyard is still standing (you can see it in the second photo above as well). A lot of the older homes on this street have suffered a similar fate, since there are several busy highways and businesses in the surrounding area. Progress!
But thanks to my mom and dad and my sister and brothers, I had many fabulous birthdays in that house and on that property. Good times!
I am having a fabulous birthday. I received several sweet Facebook, Tumblr, email, and text messages. I got actual paper cards and several phone calls. I worked half a day, and then I came home early to a very clean house, flowers, and sweet cards. My boys took me to a relaxing lunch wherein we had a delightfully fun conversation, and then we got my car washed.
Oh, and I finally quit the gym! More on that later!
I feel very blessed and loved and warm and fuzzy. My heart is full. And the day isn’t even over. I think I can still stuff more food in my face hole. Bring on the chocolate cake!
She would have been 85 today.
I’m 45 today.
I also share a birthday with Sally Struthers and Soulja Boy, but that’s not as interesting.
Thanks to my lifelong friend Stacey for taking me out for an early birthday lunch. Also visited the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. Cuz duh.
Another ten hour day in the bank.
Scott and I took wedding photos yesterday at an auction house of all places. It’s not really a wedding venue, but the owners let family and friends use it as such from time to time. The owner is an auctioneer (he auctioned off the bride’s garter, which was a great twist on the money dance) and a taxidermist. His home is decorated with all sorts of mounted animals in addition to antique furniture, guns, spurs, boots, and probably anything else western you can think of.
The wedding was on the porch of this cute outbuilding (and this is what happens when you ask guys to put out extra chairs—no aisle!), and the reception was in the converted barn (the property used to be an old dairy farm).
Since it’s not a true wedding venue pictures proved to be a challenge. Lots of bright sun, minimal shade (and when there was shade it was dappled), and the inside of the barn was dark. But Scott came through as usual. If people ever wonder why wedding photography is expensive they should walk around with Scott for a day. He works his ass off. In dress shoes.
The first three photos are just phone pictures. The picture of the bride and groom was a little challenging, since there are actual sheep in that field. The groom was wearing shit kickers, which we all needed. The poor bride was still wearing her wedding heels. What a great sport!
I took the last photo in a quick quiet moment right before the ceremony. That hair is all natural. It took about five minutes to spray and pin. I was only a little jealous.