Dear Julie,
I spent 36 hours traveling for a 2.5 hour meeting in Phoenix (sandwiched in the middle seat, which I suspect is akin to purgatory). The flights were uneventful, expect for one odd event. On the flight from Altanta to Phoenix, a kind looking gentleman (probably in his early- to mid-50s) got up and started passing out brownines to the rows adjacent to his. I thought this was interesting and assumed they were all traveling together. But then he started to make his way toward the back of the plane. He stopped at every row, offering everyone brownies. People actually accepted his offer and he ran out of brownies. So what did he do? He went back to his seat, pulled out another container full of brownies, and proceeded to bestow brownies on the rest of the plane. Why do you suppose he had two containers full of brownies, anyway? Most perplexing...
Knowing me as you do, you know I didn't take a brownie. They were not hermetically sealed individually for safety and every grimey little hand that went into the container to retrieve a brownie just increased the odds of putting me in a bubble.
Grounded,
Karen
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Up on a hill...they say I'm OK...or so they say...
I’m an old school kinda guy…seeing that I’m so old that I knew Jesus when he was in high school (I think he was voted most likely to save the world, or something like that). With that said, I dusted off my “ab wheel” - a simple little $10 device designed to flatten and strengthen your abdomen - and I have made a commitment to using it every morning, every evening, and every time I go to the gym (that’s a whole lotta rollin’). After the first time I used it, I swear my insides were about to secede from the rest of my body because they hurt so bad. That feeling, however, was short lived. I actually enjoy using the ab wheel MORE that I do twirling around the weights on the bench press. You guys have to try this thingama-gettin-jiggy-wit-it. It’ll change your life! I plan to bring it with me to work and pull it out in the middle of boring meetings.
Ciao for now, ladies…
“Aja…when all my dime dancin’ is through…I’ll run to you…”
~Curtis
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