So it's been Delurk Week all week long and here it is Friday and uh, ...right. So, if you are not familiar with the term, simply put it means you nice people who hit this site on occassion without a gun to your head* and don't ever say "Hey, what up", yeah, you people, I would be very interested hearing from you. Truly. Not even kidding.
*i.e. my sisters
So please, hook a sister up with a comment (even you, the usual suspects). Maybe add a random fact about yo'self.
(Confidential to Wassau insurance peep, I am esp. curious - Do I know you? Do you know me? Do you, like me, when asked what is it that I do for a living want to make something up like "trapeze artist" or "photo journalist" or "Starbucks barista" (they always seem like happy people, ya know?) rather than explain insurance and/or underwriting to someone? I swear my friend's husband still thinks I'm an actuary.)
Anyway, a slow week over here EXCEPT for one day that I did something which will make for a GREAT FUCKING WEEK (month, year(s)) starting next week and that is all I gotta say about that. And I must leave it at that because, as you know, counting chickens before they're hatched and I'd hate to jinx my future joy. But the post's working title is "Steve", so be on the lookout.
Speaking of slow week, this is as about as exciting as I get (less the "Steve" thing which will totally fucking rule):
One night I went to the gym (true story...no, really) but prior to I was STARVING because, dumbass here skipped lunch. This state left me finding myself in line ordering a really thick slice of pepperoni pizza which is a brilliant idea just before hitting the gym.
Okay, I knew I was playing Russian Roulette here. At a minimum, I was looking at some solid heartburn as I bounced around from exercise to exercise. But I chanced it anyway (btw, this rates up there with the time in high school I downed a McDonald's 2 burger meal deal on the way to a TRACK MEET WHICH BY THE WAY IS NEVER, EVER A GOOD IDEA. DID I MENTION I RAN THE HURDLES??) So after a round of sit ups, I stood up, and the over-quoted "I just threw up in my mouth a little bit" came into play. Gross, I know.
Naturally, this gets me to thinking of that movie Dodgeball and how that line said by that girl really needs to be retired. Sure, it was kinda, sorta funny when she said it, and it makes its point but I read and hear it all the time when someone is offended but honestly? I think it's about time we all move on. Seriously. And besides, "you're about as useful as a poopy-flavored lollipop" should really be getting more press.
This is the kind of shit I mull over/obsess about on the bus ride home.
Anyway, I walk in the door STILL in obsessing mode over the retirement of that line, and what is the first thing I see?
The movie Dodgeball playing on the TV.
I know, I know...y'all just got *chills*.
(See, I told you it's been a slow week.)
Anyway, delurk if you think of it. I would love to hear from ya.