"Early Saturday Morning" or "Ridiculously Spoiled Dogs"

(Kevin might kill me if he saw this, but that's what he gets for never checking my blog.)

Manners

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter what fork you use.

~Emily Post

Today at lunch I played racquetball for the first time. I did not have high hopes. (Anyone ever seen me play tennis? Or ping-pong, even.) As much as it pains me to admit it, I do not have the quickest reflexes. Still, I was hopeful. I really liked the idea that it was impossible to lose the ball. You're trapped in this square box of a room with it. No hitting it into the street, or onto the neighboring court. No constantly running after the ball. I liked the idea of that.

So, how did it go?..... I liked it! I liked the way it sounded, too. I liked the way my tennis shoes (NO BLACK SOLED SHOES ALLOWED!) squeaked on the (wooden? is it really wood?) floor - it reminded me of basketball days gone by. I liked the way the ball made a popping sound as it smacked the wall. And I liked the cartoon-like whirring sounds that were made either by the ball zipping by, or by the air through the racquet.

All in all, considering that neither I nor my partner had ever played, and the only instruction I had was, "First there is a dotted line. You stand behind that while the other person serves. The person serving stands behind the next line, and the ball must hit the front wall and land behind the third line" (at least I think that's what he said), I think we did pretty good. We laughed alot, so I figure that worked our ab muscles, at least.

So, stay tuned. There may be amusing racquetball stories ahead. The most amusing thing today was the imprint the goggle strap made on my hair......(GOGGLES MUST BE WORN AT ALL TIMES!)

www.foundmagazine.com

This is an interesting website - if you are nosy (or is it nosey?) like me. I prefer to call it inquisitive, or naturally curious, but whatever.

Time is flying this January! I remember that it did last year, too. Last January I was consumed with work. I remember working late all the time. Many times Kevin would be in bed when I got home, and I would collapse in his giant recliner and watch the Sopranos while I ate dinner. I watched it obsessively that month and the next, eventually watching every season and catching up to the new season. I had watched it sporadically over the years, but it's different when you watch it all in a row like that. I really got into it. I could do without all of the violence, but I loved the depth of the characters, the struggles they each had - sometimes the struggles were completely unspoken, given away only with one look. One brilliantly acted, strategically placed look. Don't get me started! It was an amazing show! So that month was peaceful in a strange way. I swear I don't remember doing anything that month but working and watching the Sopranos.

What a change this January. Today I worked until -gasp- 5:30! At 5:05 my boss came down to my office and yelled at me to go home, to remember that I had a spouse. I laughed. If she only knew, I thought. If she only knew!

If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around. ~Will Rogers

Hello, 2008!

Well, I have now been blogging for a little over a year and a half. I am bound to get really good at it soon. Hope everyone is having a happy new year. So far it's been pretty good. More later, gotta run.