tortoiseshelly

Two steps forward, two knees and elbows back...

Today started off great.  I was motivated, woke up early and walked 2 miles before going home to shower and traipsing into work.  Was at work by 8:45.  Last night, I made 5 different salads to choose from to bring to work this week.  On top of that, I prepared homemade dressings to go with each of those salads yesterday.  And I made broccoli beef for dinner!  I am woman, hear me roar!  Anyhow, today I had the spicy Asian chicken salad.  That leaves me a Greek Salad, Three Bean Salad, Club Salad, and a French Nicoise Salad for the rest of the week.  I DRANK MY GREEN TEA, AND I WAS ON A ROLL, PEOPLE!

8:45 to 2:00 - miscellaneous work not of interest here.  Blah Blah Blah.

2:15 - Arrive at courthouse with friend.  She is driving.  I step out of passenger side to check and see if we still have time on the meter, because we are amazingly short of change.  I immediately trip over the GUTTER we parked next to, skinning both my knees and elbows.  It was not a delicate sight to behold, although I somehow managed to miss ripping my pants.

3:00 - Back at work I notice one knee is bleeding rather profusely and there is skin just hanging from my elbow.  The other knee has escaped with minor rug burn type injury.

.....  I guess I'm lucky I didn't sprain an ankle while I was at it.  But really, who puts a gutter next to a parking meter?  I didn't even have time to get my hands up, that's why I landed on my elbows.  I thought I was stepping out onto the curb and stepped out into the black hole of the gutter.

Gutter: 1  Me: -4

Kick me when I'm down...

I don't really know how to start this post.  My weekend seems all blurry and befuddled.  Some things were accomplished and some things not:

Accomplished:

1. Grocery Shopping
2. Cleaned kitchen
3. Cleaned bathroom
4. A little CLE reading
5. Returned phone call to friend
6. Started some knitting.
7. Call to dad to wish him a happy father's day.

Not accomplished:

1. Laundry (I really hate doing laundry.  Ask my poor sister, who did most of mine while she visited me.  I know she thinks I am a sloth.)  Alas, we picked up the quarters, but it was so hot and humid, we could not peel ourselves off the floor where we had melted.
2. Most of my CLE reading.
3. Washing my car.
4. Returning movies
5. Mailing out father's day card.

Additionally, because I am anal and mildly OCD, I had to double check I had turned my car alarm on before I went to bed on Saturday.  This was about 11:00 p.m.  Jeff was already asleep in bed, so I just ran down the hall and set the alarm.  Then I ran back down the hall, this time because I was compulsively wonderng if it had been unlocked since we went grocery shopping.  See, Jeff brought up the groceries from my car, while I unloaded.  So I hadn't the foggiest if he had locked it earlier, in which case some miscreant might have stolen my CD case. (Please note that this would not be a overwhelming concern if it hadn't happened to a neighbor about a month prior in broad daylight.).  So I started back down the stairs, then convinced myself I was being silly and went back up.  Only when I got back up, I noticed the bottom lock was locked, and I had given Jeff the bottom lock key while my sister was visiting, because he was paranoid she would inadvertently lock him out during the day, since she was be coming and going so much. (Can you say run-on sentence?)  In any event, I locked myself out, and I wasn't wearing a bra under my T-shirt.  And I don't have cute teeny breasts that can pull that look off.

Cut to me banging on the door and internally screaming at Jeff for having the stupidity to go to sleep AND take the bottom lock key just a week earlier. (See how this is all his fault? Keep up people!) 

I then drive to 7-11 and try to call him.  Can someone please tell me when phone calls went up to $1.00 instead of 25 cents at a pay phone???  I only had 65 cents, and was SOL. 

Back to the apartment, and beginning to think I would have to spend the night in my car.  I gathered every penny I could find to chuck at the bedroom window, if it came to that.  I went back inside and banged on the door and walls trying to wake Jeff.  One of my neighbors finally peeks his head out because he thought I was upset his TV was too loud.  I waved him off and kept banging.  Finally, my comatose boyfriend decided it was worth checking out. (A mere HOUR after I started knocking!! One. Hour.)

Fast forward to a recent hearing concerning a man with a head injury (who, by the by, has more than a mild crush on his attorney).  He raves about how pretty she looks.  When I am introduced, he says, "I wish I could say the SAME ABOUT YOU, but she is just so pretty."

I really almost gave the man a couple of broken legs to go with his head injury.  I just had to repeat to myself, "He is old and senile.  OLD AND SENILE!!" 

I think I'm going to head home and have my boy give me some kisses.  At least he thinks I'm pretty. 

Give me a sign...

Has anyone watched "Hit Me Baby One More Time?"  It's that new TV show where they dredge up music stars from ages ago and make them sing the original hit that made them famous and then make them cover one of today's pop hits.  It's mostly a big fat disaster, in my opinion, but I have to say I was riveted this past week when I heard Wang Chung was going to be covering "Hot in Here" by Nelly...  I'll pause and let that one sink in...

Anyhow, they suckered me (I'm such a tough nut - HA!) into watching it with that one tidbit of information.  I mean, I would have been downright negligent if I had not watched that potential catostrophe, right?  The full lineup was:

Wang Chung (of "Everybody have fun tonight, Everybody Wang Chung tonight" fame)
Irene Cara ("What a Feeling" from Flashdance)
Sophie B. Hawkins ("Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover")
Cameo ("Word Up"... I'll give them two words up if I ever have to hear that song again.)
Howard Jones ("No One is to Blame" - the only one I actually liked the first time around)

Now, right off the bat, I thought everyone but W.C. and H.J. sucked hard.  And word to Cameo, it's time to put away the red plastic codpiece, for the love of God.  Not to mention the sequined top hat with feathers.  Seriously.  Irene Cara ran out of breath, strutted around in an 80's power suit with big shoulder pads, and attempted to bust a move with a couple of pelvic thrusts.  Sophie B. Hawkins, well, she just escaped a loony bin and is destined for life in an aging-hippie commune or some such.  Howard Jones is older and much shorter than I recalled, but he did a pretty decent cover of Dido's "White Flag".  And I'll be damned if W.C. didn't do a good cover of Nelly.  I never would have believe it, but there you go.

Unfortunately, the dimwitted audience, get this, proclaimed Irene Cara the winner!  ACK! I give up.