My Random Thoughts

Its Monday again…..Where does the weekend go?  We had such a great weekend.

Saturday we did the Red Cross Poker Run. 110 miles of riding - WHAT a fun thing to do. We found some beautiful roads, now if we remember where they all are!! I drug Jeff to the bead store.

Sunday I found the other bead store, went to the Ewe & Brew and had a nice time meeting another fiber chick in the area.

I taught myself to knit (YAY) now I am a bi-stitual yarn artist (that sounds so obnoxious)

I was at the gym today and my worst nightmare came true. As I was on the bike, the empty ones around me were filled by a group of young thin fit women - who were all together and leaning to and fro talking to each other - Thank goodness for ipod!

I had noticed them earlier, not for their youth, but for the man who was ‘training’ them. He was adjusting their speed and resistance while they were on the stairmaster or taking them to the treadmill. And why should this bother me? I have a trainer? At Bally’s, you purchase your personal training from Bally’s. You can not bring your own trainer into the gym. It was pretty obvious that he was training them and not just helping them while doing his own workout. First, he was working with about 6 girls, walking back and forth, second, he wasn’t sweating, third, he had his sunglasses propped on top of his head. And he was slimey looking (ewww).

In my writers mind, I put this scenario together - he was a porn producer and was keeping his stable of girls in shape. That was as far as I had gotten, but I’m sure I can come up with more!

When I was finsihed with my workout, I was walking back to the locker room. As I passed the Personal Training room. This is the dynamic workout room that is used by the personal trainers for their clients. Its kept locked when not in use, as they have bands and balls that could easily walk out of the gym.  I see this woman trying to get into the room. She asks the maintenance guy when they started locking the room and where could she get the key. Uh, it says right on the sign on the door - FOR PERSONAL TRAINING USE ONLY! If you had a trainer, they would have the key. No trainer, no entry, no exceptions!

Finally, as I was probably 1/2 mile from home, putting along, but doing the speed limit when 2 cars decide they have to go faster than the speed limit! Stupid idiots. GAWD.

And now I’m going to take a shower and take myself out to lunch. I wonder how many more idiots I’ll run into today.

We’re in the middle of the season and we’re been pretty lucky so far! (YAY). I’ve been watching Ike. He looked like he was going to be a threat, but I’m hoping the forecast tracks they have right now are correct, it would be life should be good for me, but not so good for the Florida Keys - and that’s why people suck.

I came home from Greenville today. I was in line at the airport behind 6 people who were going diving. I started talking to the one woman and of course talk turned to hurricane. She saw the 8am track, which had the storm going in around Miami. She said, oh shouldn’t bother her, it’s going in there, blah blah blah. I told her I saw the 11am track and the had moved it south, coming in across the Keys. I wished her a good week and told her I hoped it didn’t impact them, but wasn’t looking good at this point.

When I was boarding the plane - she happened to be in front of me and says, OH they turned the track again, its going to hit 3 miles north of Ft. Lauderdale.  Uh huh, 3 miles, right. And you’re a bitch.

That was just so uncalled for. I don’t know what the heck her problem was. They keep pushing the track south, so I think, unless she’s leaving Monday, she’s going to be hating life.  As it turns out - they are doing some mandatory evacs - visitors starting tomorrow, residents on Sunday. Ah well, it happens!

Its been about 2-3 weeks and the apartment is pretty much set. We need more furniture (like a couch, a chair and a desk! I’m writing this from a bed tray on the queen size bed that gets smaller every night I sleep on it).

Jeff keeps giving me crap about not taking the more uppity apartment with the integrated garage, which was more money for less space! pbpbpbpbpbpbpb to him.

And now for the rant - I need to buy a house, fast! Faster than fast - yesterday! The first thing that makes me crazy is the dumb bitch who parks in the spot which is not a spot. Its the space to the right of the handicap space - you know the one they would use if they had a wheelchair to get into??!?!? yeah, she parks there. It’s also right infront of the ramp up to the sidewalk.  Perhaps I wouldn’t be so upset if it wasn’t CLEARLY MARKED that its not a space and that NONE of the other ones are parked in.  If I think about it while i’m going to/from the grocery store, I will stop in the office and give a word to the management company. JUST MAKES ME CRAZY!

And then there are the elephant children who live on the 3rd floor. It not just the regular walking around, or the occasional drop, it’s the running up and down the stairs and the squealing as they do it. Obviously it bothered more than just me, as the apartment complex sent out a note to everyone saying please be considerate of your neighbors and the breezeways are not the playground. You shouldn’t be congregating there. THANK GOODNESS!

Now the rants on poor Jeff……I brought up some ’stuff’ to decorate the apartment to give it a more homey touch. I dared to hang something on the wall - I thought he was going to have a fit. I used the 3M command adhesive strips. It was just a small little thing, and dude, they are keeping most of the security to repaint anyway, so who cares! it’s not like I was putting holes in the walls! GAWD!

I can’t wait to get my own home. I’m going to put holes in every surface i can find. I’m going to paint every surface i can find and i’m going to be happy about it!! I think I”m going to go home this weekend and paint a wall in my current house, just cuz I CAN! so there!