Im about to embark on another few hours of fun filled mandatory training at work. I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. I would do something sneaky like make out my grocery list, or list all my favorite books and movies in alphabetical order during class, but we will be tested on the stuff, so I have to sort of pay attention. The thing is, its not even useful stuff. It has no bearing on what I do what so ever. But its one of those things..."everyone" must attend.
The brightside is that GICOE wont be there. He took his last week.
I have this annoying burn-painful-thing on the roof of my mouth. It has to be from the pizza I ate on Saturday...because I havent eaten anything but diet bars, protein shakes and salad since..but boy is it annoying. My problem is...with pizza, I love it so much that I cant wait for it to cool off. I.must.eat.it.now. You would think I would learn my lesson, but I dont.
My body is aching, because on Sunday I decided to take the boys plus one friend to the ball field and we (yes, this includes me) practiced and practiced. Throwing, catching, and hitting. I was the pitcher...which meant I had to chase 95% of the balls that were hit. CHASE..as in RUN. Im too OLD for this stuff, obviously. Oh, I felt all cool and athletic while I was doing it..but now I hurt. Alot.
This morning I was extracting two weiner dogs and a poodle (we are dog sitting..yes, I said poodle)from the bed, because none of them will get out of the warmth willingly to go out in the cold and go potty. The only one who looks forward to it, is my hyper "can we go" terrier Joey, whom I never have to coax anywhere. Anyway, I had a point.....oh, yeah. The three dog extraction HURT...it required bending and lifting times three. Im so old.....when did all this happen to me?
Now, I must go so I can get a seat in the very back of the room, so I can sit back and look for people doing stupid things that I can blog about.