Food, folks and fun

I went to exercise at the gym at lunctime. In retrospect, that was a bad idea. I didn't eat before I went, and after a half hour on the treadmill, my blood sugar totally crashed. Now I have that yucky "I had a blood sugar episode" feeling. I haven't had one in such a long time that I had forgotten how awful they are. Note to self: next time you exercise at lunch, have a Powerbar first.

Sassy McSassypants is back at work after being out on maternity leave. Thank goodness. I missed her. She and I had a fun chat earlier today about a formal work event that we are attending next Friday night. Basically, it came down to the outfits we are going to wear, and more importantly, how we are going to fit into those outfits. I suggested starving myself entirely until then, but Sassy suggested bypassing that and just getting some good underwear. She is full of good ideas; I am so glad she is back.

Mother was right... DOH!

I don't know if you were like me at all, but I spent a good portion of my adolesence basically telling my mother that the grass was blue and the sky was green. Everything she said or suggested, I would go right out and do the opposite, especially if it was something that related to the improvement of my overall appearance.

So it is rather interesting that now a good number of those ideas and suggestions that my mother had for improving my personal appearance I have embraced and practice on a regular basis.
"Put on some lipstick; it will brighten your face." (I don't wear make-up.)
"Why don't you dress up your outfit by putting on a pin?" (Pins are old-fashioned and therefore stupid.)
"Your hair would look nice if you curled it." (GAHHHH!!! You're driving me crazy!)
Yes, all of these suggestions were met with great opposition.

And now, I get up early so that I can curl my hair before work, either with hot rollers or a curling iron. I have a huge selection of pins, and I usually wear one on my sweater or blazer or suit jacket and have one on each of my coats. And I am a makeup junkie, with lipsticks and glosses spilling out of my purses, my desk, the glove box in my car, even my gym bag.

Sometimes I really hate that Mom was right after all. But mostly, I am glad that I can show her.

Nature

After shovelling my car out of a snow drift this morning, I noticed that there were a series of tiny, tiny footprints running back and forth under my car. ARGH. Rats. I hate hate hate them.

I would NEVER end up being the heroine of an Indiana Jones film. I would totally leave Indy to his fate with the creepy crawlies and would go off and find the neariest cantina serving martinis.

I also hate insects. Co-worker Nina and I have been trying to kill the world's largest fly that decided to make an appearance the office today.

I will never be mistaken for a Friend o'Animals.

Nicholas Sparks = cheese+love

Last night, I watched the film A Walk to Remember. Now I really liked the film The Notebook, which was based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks, and I kind of figured, you like one, you like them all.

Right?

Holy moly. A Walk to Remember was sappy, sentimental and BETTER THAN CRACK! It was the best cheesiest goodness that I have sampled in a while. All it needed was a big blue box of Kraft. And a box of tissues.

I am so picking up one of his paperbacks when I go on vacation at the end of March.