Skaters Reverse

I had my last show with a group of kids last night. When I say kids I mean people in their twenties. For Heaven's Sake, one of the guys turned 23 last night!

I knew the first day I walked into class that I was the oldest one there, and I don't know if I want to do that anymore. A friend asked me if I was going to take another class after graduating, meaning, take another class at another school. Let's see, if I do that, that'll take about a year and when I finish there, then I can take another class at the other place... skip, skip, skip, I'll be in my fifties when I'm done.

Wha-wha-wha-wha-what!

Ah, who am I kidding, I'll be back... back with my AARP card for that 10% discount!

Kurt

Carrie and Company are back!!!

OMG you guys, it's Sex and the City 2! I can't tell you how excited I was for the employee-only screening of SATC2 in Westwood tonight. I had cranberry juice chilling in the fridge for cosmos, I had my tallest hot pink patent leather heels polished, and my marabou feather necktie bracelet was good to go.

And...

...then I realized I loathe most of my co-workers and find Sex and the City nearly unwatchable. What was I thinking?! Phew. I really dodged a bullet there.



Snarf,
gretch

Oh, Floyd

Well, his name is Floyd. So, that can't have been easy. He grew up in PA, the son of devout Mennonites, who presumably covered right and wrong in his upbringing. But sometimes you get a rebel.

After two+ years of vehemently denying that he'd ever used performance-enhancing drugs, and angrily protesting the stripping of his 2006 Tour de France win, bicyclist Floyd Landis now says yes, he used drugs of various kinds throughout his entire career. Oops.

But while he's going down, he's going to name names, and drag whoever he can down with him. I confess that I'm baffled by these stories. Lance Armstrong is a target for everyone - I'm not surprised the finger is pointed at him. And though he's possibly the most tested athlete in history, and I'm a huge fan of his good works, I've been let down before by people I trusted that well. So, I'm too jaded to say absolutely about anything. There is a little part of me that is girded for disappointed.

But. Floyd. Seriously? Can we get back to you for a minute? You are confessing to serious infractions during the whole of your career. If you think you've succeeded in deflecting attention from this, let me assure you that you haven't. Maybe "nobody likes a tattletale" isn't in the Mennonite curriculum. But just once, I wish someone who finally comes clean about something like this will do it right. I would like some evidence that they've learned something about themselves, that the transition from Liar to Truthteller would come with some humility and some understanding, and not seem just like the next step in the PR plan. Now what? He'll do lecture tours? Tell me something new, Floyd. Tell me about how this happened. It's not enough to say "I must be flawed" and leave it at that. What happened? How did it go wrong, and how did it feel to perpetuate it? How about now, that you can't say you ever won anything fairly? Was it worth it? Granted, I'm the type that really looks for the answers to questions like this, I'm still going to need more than "but so did he." Take your lumps like a big boy.

"Disgraced American cyclist Floyd Landis..." continues pretty much the way he's always gone.

Angry much,
Jenny

Wine, Toast, and Snow

It's 12:30am, and I have an empty bag of ranch flavored rice cakes by my side and a $1.99 bottle of wine (screw cap) on the bed stand. Yes, I am in bed, and yes I'm a little drunk.

I'm gonna take another hit of wine before I write this next line...

I've been having trouble getting out of bed a couple of times this week. I'll get up and then instead of doing the workout that usually starts my day, I go back to bed and lay down for several hours listening to the radio at just the right level that it makes you want to fall asleep.

If I was getting up earlier I could have fixed the roof on the garage... cleaned out the garage, got some of my own projects done, but alas, I have not got that stuff done either.

I just took another hit of wine.

I've got two writing projects posted on the walls of my bedroom but they remain uncompleted.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to get up and run hills, and I should also lift weights or jump rope too. I usually have no problem doing the run tomorrow as it is a day that I run hills. Now running hills is not the funnest thing that I can think of, but it beats a green stick fracture in your leg.

I want to eat a lot of toast right now, but I'll wake up my roommate.

One of my favorite memories is coming home from work in the middle of a blizzard in NYC. I took a cab home at about 2:30 in the morning (a Friday night) and the snow that was falling that night was huge. Each snowflake seemed to be the size of softballs. My roommate was not home and I was hungry and all we had in the house was a loaf of bread and some margarine.

I must have eaten 18 slices of bread that night as I watched the snow fall on the street below which was lit like an orange from the street light on the corner below. Beyond that was the George Washington Bridge which was lit up like it always was. We had a great apartment right on the Hudson, and I watched the snow fall, the daintily lit boats crawling up and down the river, and slice after slice of toast.

Now that I think about it I was probably drinking right out of a bottle of cheap port that I kept in my room. It was around the holidays and I was drinking a lot of port then. So much port that I had to tell myself to stop or I was going to develop a problem.

Getting back to the snow and the toast... the apartment that we had was one of those NYC apartments that was always 1,000 degrees which is what I'd rather have than freezing all of the time.

I brushed my teeth and took off my clothes and fell into bed knowing that Donna Lee was not there that night and wouldn't be back until Sunday.

I woke up Saturday a little dull from the alcohol and of course the snow was piled high at 10am when I woke up. No matter what time I went to bed, I always woke up at 10am. I still do after an all night bender.

That was a long time ago, gee, about 15 years ago.

Just the other day I was watching the movie Big. And where the boy met the Zolton machine was just over the bridge from my apartment in New York. I used to go running over the bridge often and I would end up down at that park a lot. It was always deserted when I ran over there.

In case you've never been on it, that bridge is long. I think it used to take me 10 minutes just to run across that thing. Now I never claimed to be a fast runner, because I'm not, but as I watched Big and saw that bridge again I was reminded about how ginormous that bridge is.

I just took another hit of wine.

Gonna have a headache tomorrow and some hills to run.

Afterward I'll have 6 egg whites and some toast.

Kurt

Boulder man hopes to stop Gulf of Mexico oil spill with meditation

Not that at least a million of us aren't focused on the spill at any one moment, but still, maybe all we need is some direction....we can't do worse than BP is doing.

"I'm very known for fixing things and making things work," Fuermann said, adding that he believes his meditation helped fix a friend's Flip video camera. "I visualize things working and hold the belief that they actually work."

Let's get cracking, People.

Jenny

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose

I don't know that I've ever been so excited for something as much as I am for tonight's Season 4 premiere of Friday Night Lights.

And I've seen Springsteen and Ricky Martin in concert. Sadly not together, but I was really excited for both shows.

And I was a kid obsessed with "stuff" on Christmas Eve for many years, more than I'd probably care to admit to.

And I was promised an introduction to Eddie Izzard backstage at Real Time with Bill Maher, but I couldn't think of anything witty to say and he looked nervous for the show so I left him alone.

I kind of want to throw up in my mouth right now, I'm so excited. I keep google imaging "Coach Taylor." I have season 1 queued up on Netflix streaming but that's just making it worse. This has got to be what those pre-pubescent girls are feeling before the Jonas Bros hit the stage.

I need a Coach Taylor pep talk to get me through the next few hours...




Go Dillon!
gretch

Batty

I'm going to get a little political...

This morning I was walking by a newspaper stand and the headline said, "State to Consider Ban on Aluminum Bats".

The state they're talking about is California. From what I understand we have a lot of problems here in California so what are our legislators worried about?

Aluminum bats.

Kurt

Worth Four Minutes and Twenty-two Seconds

http://www.midwestsportsfans.com/2010/05/hilarious-video-legend-of-jim-brockmire/

Tee hee,

Jenny

Comments

As a rule, I try to stay calm. I have recently discovered, to my surprise, the presence of personal opinions -- not about everything, but some things. And I just broke my own rule and added a musing to an angry facebook comment war between strangers (to me,) related to a political status post by an acquaintance.

Here's the thing I keep forgetting. It doesn't matter. Debate will get you nowhere. You feel how you're going to feel, and I feel my way, and to sway one or the other by arguing would be like winning the lottery. It happens, but you're foolish to try for it, and it's a one in a gabillion chance. Almost every time, you're going to kick yourself for wasting that dollar.

And yet I just POSTED ANOTHER COMMENT. What is wrong with me?

Jenny