Tuesday, October 27, 2009


I worked as a volunteer all weekend for a car show; it supports a good cause (our local hospice) and all my friends were there, either as volunteers or exhibiting a car. After we spent an exhausting afternoon marking the golf course for the cars on Saturday, I was up and at my post Sunday morning, checking in the cars and handing our exhibitors packets. Every driver, WITH ONE EXCEPTION, was friendly and helpful with information about their cars. So.....this is an open letter to the ONE UNFRIENDLY TOOL gentleman I encountered:

Dear Sir:

I'm sorry you had such a bad experience with me as I tried to check in your car for the show. I failed to recognize your car as a BMW and I called it an Audi and you got very angry. You made a nasty and insulting comment about hiring the handicapped. I would just like to clarify a few points with you:

1. I was not hired for this car show. I volunteered. Not only did I volunteer, but I volunteered to help line up cars on the golf course, not check them in. I got recruited to check in cars when that volunteer did not show up; that is why I could not answer any of your stupid assed, lame pertinant questions.

2. I apologize for not recognizing that your car was a BMW. I guess that after spending all morning checking in really interesting cars like Duesenbergs, a beautiful coffin nosed Cord, and a veritible herd of vintage Ferraris, your boring, off the street, nuthin special except the grotesque pricetag BMW just didn't register on my Special Car Radar.

3. I also apologize for not having a packet ready for you with a pre-printed dash card. Unfortunately, this is what happens when you REGISTER LATE for an event. I did not have a nice felt tipped pen to fill out the blank dash card because the organizers did not provide one for me and I did not know I might need one; otherwise I would have brought my own from home. I hope you didn't mind that I listed the make and model of your car as a 1966 Dodge Dart.

4. Yes, I do know how to spell BMW. I spell it J-E-R-K.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I Love It When You Say That...

If you were a fan of The Addams Family as I was, then perhaps you remember how occasionally Gomez would speak to Morticia in French. I never knew what he said to her, but she obviously loved it. My hubby does not speak French; but being a wife of many years, there are certain things he can say to me that, like Morticia, give me goose bumps of ecstacy, such as:

Have you lost weight? Because those jeans make you look really skinny.

These chocolate chip cookies are better than the ones my Mom makes.

Put the hamburger back in the fridge-let's go out to dinner tonight.

Since I'm now one of those runnerly types, I have some new additions to the list of things I love to here the Hubster say:

You're back already? That was one of your faster runs.

Ya know, since they're doing a marathon in Santa Barbara now, you could do a marathon every year.

You seem tense-why don't you go for a run?

I'm going to the Big City after work today; do you want me to pick you up, and we can stop by your FNRS?

Your legs look fantastic..

Monday, October 12, 2009

I Love My FNRS*

Another reason to shop at your FNRS-free shoes! I went in to purchase GU Chomps, and discovered that with my last shoe purchase, I qualified for a free pair. Hubby suggested that I buy a pair as well; with these 2 new pairs of shoes, I should be all set in the shoe department for the marathon. I think it will be cool to run the race in free shoes!

*FNRS-Friendly Neighborhood Running Store

Thursday, October 8, 2009

200th Blogiversary

My last post was my 200th post. I had this whole thing planned in celebration-my favorite posts, some great comments from famous people, cake and ice cream; honestly, it was going to be really, really great. We were all going to have so much fun! But somehow, I missed the magic 200th post and I wasted it on a silly post about Biggest Loser. Now, you'll all have to wait for my 300th Blogiversary, and I'm not sure I can pull the party together like I had planned for the 200th Blogiversary. I'm so sorry, faithful readers-I know how dissapointed you all are. And I was even going to bake the best chocolate chip cookies you have ever eaten-seriously, if you were a condemned person and you were requesting your last meal, you would ask for only one thing-my chocolate chip cookies. Now you'll just have to use your imagination to realize how much fun we would have had. I was even going to have pony rides..