Naked Boo, I See You.. But I Don't Want To

Here is a bit of craziness that I've been stewing over since Friday. A friend or actually an acquaintance recently had hip surgery. Thankfully, everything turned out well and she is recovering rapidly. Well, myself and a couple others decided to stop by and visit her while she is home-bound for recovery. She was contacted and we set a date and time for us to visit. We brought drinks and snacks just to chit chat and keep her company for a few hours. She was really excited about the scheduled visit. I know this because coordinating this venture required dozens of emails back and forth between all of us. So Friday after school/work we all head over there at the appointed time. She is very gracious and happy to see us, but I get steamed as soon as I walk through the door. Wanna know why? I'll tell you! This woman is wearing a threadbare housecoat with nothing on underneath it. Totally, nasty, naked boo. Wouldn't have been so bad if the housecoat covered her adequately, but it didn't. There was a deep V in the front that gave you a generous view of her bra-less sagging breasts,(I mean these bad boys gave up the fight against gravity years ago), wide arm holes that showed off skin rolls down her side. And to top it off the housecoat had holes in different parts of it. So there was a whole lot of pink skin just showing through. I personally believe everyone should love their body no matter what it looks like. We all have imperfections, but and this is a very strong but. I don't want to see your nakedness just cause. I keep my shit covered up and you should too. I mean we ain't (yes this calls for bad grammar, that's how steamed I am) kin. What upsets me is that she knew we were coming. She set the date and time. We didn't just surprise her while she was minding her own business. I was offended. She could have at least put a slip or something on under the housecoat. The surgery was on her hip last I checked bra's don't touch the hip. WTF? I was getting hot, hot, hot. What to do? I couldn't just go off on her in her own home. People can dress the way they want in their own home. That's when it hit me. I have an apartment of my own where I am not looking at unwanted nakedness. So I immediately stood up, gathered my shit and went home. She may wonder why I left so soon. I wish she would ask me because I'm dying to tell her. You just don't do shit like that. I have recounted this story to The Minister and my friend De. Both of them chose to laugh at my outrage. Maybe I was a little too worked up, but god dawg don't people have "home training" anymore? She should know better. Moral of the story. If you are ever sick and recovering it would be my pleasure to come visit you and keep you company. That's what friends are for. Don't get too comfortable. If we were comfortable enough for skin privileges you would know. Chances are we aren't. Ahhhh.. I feel much better now that I got that out there.

Huh? What? Can't Hear You!

As I type this blog there is all kinds of craziness going on behind me. They are fixing/updating the air conditioning system in my building at school. That means that parts of the building are like walking into a swamp and other parts are arctic. My particular lab is about 82 degrees right now and that's with the help of a giant standing unit. This thing makes more noise than a freight train. One step into the sweltering hallway and I'm willing to put up with it for a while. I think I'll have to bring earplugs for the rest of the week. My lab mates and I have resorted to hand signals to communicate because of the noise.
My weekend was pretty nice. I went to see The Proposal on Saturday. I woke up my friends Roma and Alyson and convinced them to meet me at the 10:55 am showing. It was a pretty good movie. It was classic Sandra Bullock. Pretty predictable but still entertaining. Definitely a chick flick. I'm ok with that. I mean I read romance novels can't get more guilty pleasure than that. Also Ryan whatever his name is, looked good if you like clean-cut Kennedy style guys. I'm not so much into that. Anywho it was an enjoyable way to spend the morning with some of my girls.

To Booze or Not to Booze

I signed up to do one of those exercise bootcamps here in town. I don't know what exactly to expect. My bootcamp starts on the 29th of this month and ends the 24th of next month. It will be from 5:30am to 6:30am Monday to Friday. Crazy I know. I just wanted something to help me kick-start my exercise routine. I was very blase about it when I signed up but as the day gets closer I find myself getting worried. What if I'm the worst one in the class? We'll see. I also don't know if the instructor is gonna be a yeller like Louis Gosset Jr. in An Officer and A Gentleman. There is a reason I never even toyed with the idea of joining the military. I really don't like to be told what to do. Which lets you know signing up for this bootcamp is a big leap for me. Also, I had to sign a contract that says I won't drink or eat junk food during the month of bootcamp. I can easily cut out junk food, but alcohol? I find myself getting thirsty just thinking about cutting it out. hahahahaha I'm sure it will be good for me. I'm hesitant to give up all alcohol, but at least it's just alcohol not coffee. Giving up coffee would be a deal-breaker for me. I'm on my second cup as I write this blog! Big, full day of running errands ahead of me so I'm gonna start my day. Happy Saturday!

Pimm's Cup

Last night while having drinks with friends I was convinced to try a new drink. I must say I really liked it. It was very refreshing and a little sweet. I was on my second drink before I asked the name of this delicious new beverage. Pimm's Cup. Pimm's is a type of gin. It was served with a little slice of cucumber. Yummy. I highly recommend it. I dug around and found the recipe for it, so here it is courtesy of The Food Network.

Ingredients

• Ice cubes
• 2 ounces Pimms Number 1 Cup
• 6 ounces ginger ale
• 2 ounces lemon lime soda or club soda
• 1/4 cup cucumber pieces or 1 cucumber spear

Directions

Put ice in a highball glass or mug. Add the Pimms and then the ginger ale and soda. Stir and garnish with cucumber. Serve.

The Case of the Missing Pooh!

Over the weekend I promised my friend De a bag of Mr. Bunny pooh. Before you get the wrong idea it is for her compost heap. Mr. Bunny has been doing his best to reduce his and my carbon footprint by providing excrement to friends who have compost heaps and need a good source of nitrogen. The two people who receive the majority of his gifts are my friend De and my neighbor Theresa. Well I hung out with De on Saturday and promised to leave a bag of pooh on my doorstep Sunday that she could pick up after church. Before I left for a day of KOCC debauchery I put the bag on my front porch. I did notice some yellow garbage bags out there as well. They were for the AmVets charity collection. I made sure my paper bag containing a double wrapped plastic bag was well away from those. When I returned home late that night all the bags were gone and I didn't think anything of it. Listening to my voicemails Monday morning I learned different. De came by and there was no bag. Hmmm that's odd. The only person I would imagine taking it is Theresa but I usually just hand her a bag not sit it on my porch. I have been waiting to ask her about it. Last night I got my chance. Turns out she left to go out of town right after she put the AmVet bags on the porch. As near as I can tell the AmVets people will get an unpleasant surprise when they open one of the bags they took. Ahhh, if I could just be a fly on the wall for that unveiling!

Randomness Thy Name is Wal Mart

Last night I decided to make a quick trip to Wal Mart. I know I should have super middle class ethical issues with their labor practices and so on, but when I'm in a hurry I know Wal Mart will have what I need. Plus even with their horrible labor practices I remember what a help it was financially to my small town when Wal Mart came to town. They employ a lot of people. So there.
Back to my story. I just need a short list of things. Ice cream, leave in conditioner, a book, and the ingredients for caprese salad. That's it. No more, no less, no muss and no fuss. Wrong! It all started in the parking lot and if I was smart I would have just gotten back in my car and put the foolishness off for another day. I park and step out of my car and a young underage worker whistles at me. I give him the "I am old enough to be your mama, if I slutted it up early on in high school look!" He gets a little embarrassed and quickly finds something else more interesting. The security guard who is 300lbs if he's an ounce and doesn't appear to be at the top of the securitizing game laughs and tells me I just "stole that boy's man hood". I shit you not, that's what he said to me. Strange, but whatever. I need my leave in conditioner. I'm cruising the isles doing a good job of not getting too many things I don't need right now and getting what I came for. Suddenly the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I glance around and make eye contact with a migrant worker who is eye-balling me. I give him the blank face to discourage any conversation. I just need my conditioner. He says nothing and continues with the eye-balling. I go about my shopping and he follows me. Just to make sure I wasn't being paranoid I head to the feminine protection isle. If he follows there I know he is following and not just shopping. Oh he follows all right. He says nothing just follows and eyes me. Finally I can't take it anymore. I turn to him and ask what he wants. In broken English he asks me to have a drink with him. I tell him thanks, but no thanks. This should be the end. Nope, this is my life we are talking about and that would be too easy. I pick up tampons... Super Heavy Flow and wave them at him. He calmly hands me panty liners. What kind of fuckery. I want to laugh, but I don't want to encourage him. I throw the box in my cart and head off. He followed me almost the whole time I was there. I quickly head to the checkout 'cause I've had enough. The checker asks to see my ID because I'm purchasing alcohol. No problem... the picture is before my big chop so she squints at it for a while before handing it back to me. She then tells me I never should have destroyed such pretty hair. She is much older than me so instead of telling her to mind her f'ing business, I smile and say it will grow back. At this point I just want to leave. I pay for my purchases and rush home. While I'm putting my things away I notice two things. One, I bought a box of Super Heavy Flow tampons that are large enough to be used to stop a levee break (obviously not the size I use), and two..... no leave in conditioner.

Live Long and Prosper

I was finally able to see Star Trek last night. I loved it. I have been a Trekie for years, so I am already predisposed to enjoying the latest movie. It was fantastic. I thought it had just the right amount of camp to tie it into the original tv series and it was glitzed up a bit to make it modern. I have to confess that I was worried this movie would be a little like Star Trek the Next Generation. I liked that show, but I thought it was way too slick of an interpretation. It was very distanced from the original. The actors were outstanding and the show was well done, but it didn't really fit with the original show. People love the original series because it was campy and the acting wasn't always the best. This movie provided a good mix of campy and serious. I also have to mention that I have a new crush. The guy that played Spock, Zachary Quinto, hot hot hot. He and O'Hura were steaming up the bridge. Loved it! I will definitely add this to my collection when it becomes available. Happy Friday.