The Things We Leave Behind

I leave things everywhere.. just ask anyone who knows me, especially my co-workers.   Find a water bottle?  Mine.   Notebook?    Mine.   Bag?  Mine.   You get the picture.   

Saturday morning I took my usual trip to the gym.   When I got there I noticed a pair of shoes sitting under a bench in the locker room.   Oh, I thought.. I have those same shoes, then I trotted off to step class.   Later that day I got to thinking about those shoes and that I hadn't seen my pair of those shoes in a while.  You can see where this is going.  I complete a search of my house and surprise, surprise, I can not find those shoes anywhere.   I decide not to go back to the gym, but just to see if they are still there on Sunday.

Sunday I rush in to Spin class and the shoes do not enter my mind once.   Later that night I think of them and realize I'm a jackass.  

Monday night I arrive for Step once again and the shoes remain under the little bench (does this locker room never get cleaned?).   I'm 100% positive these are my shoes, but I want to try them on to be sure.   However, there are other ladies hovering around.   I don't want it to look like I walked in, saw shoes under a bench and decided to just try them on to see if they fit, then take them.  So I wait around for a little while til no one is around.  Try them on and just like Cinderella, they are a perfect fit.   My shoes can now come home with me.  

Only then do I start thinking about when I could have left the shoes there.  I had been at the gym the previous Tues. and Weds.   But Weds. I wore a skirt which would have required shoes other than the shoes under the bench.   So Tues.  Almost an entire week those shoes sat under the bench and no one took them.   Astounding really.   

Ok, this story seemed a lot more interesting when I was thinking about writing this than how it seems now that it's in black and white.   

My Secret Dream Car...

I got to see it today... isn't it a beauty? 

The Weekend Blues

I'm not sure which brought my weekend down more: the water situation or the Red Sox.

we haven't come all that far apparently

So I'm having a tampon emergency and I run into a convienence store. I stare at the 1 wall of personal items near the front door. Everything under the sun is represented: aspirin, cold medicine, KY, every form of condoms, pregnant tests, something called a 'probe cover' (??), but no tampons. I look for several minutes thinking this just can't be right. Finally, I ask. Oh, they are in another aisle in the back.... with the detergent. What does this mean? That we need to be clean? That probe covers and KY can be up front, but tampons hidden in the back?

Insane.

Is it wrong...

I've been mercilessly mocking Hot Tub Time Machine... but in a way, I want to see it... is that wrong?

I love John Cusack... though I'm worried about his career if he felt this 'film' was a good option.

happy. day

On a day which allowed me the privilege of watching a basketball team that I love win decisively to reach the Sweet 16, who would have thought the greatest thing I'd watch on TV would be the vote on healthcare reform. It may be a flawed bill, but it's a step in the right direction, like social security and Medicare before it. Thank you Obama, Ted Kennedy, Congress and C-span for allowing me to see the day.

Yes, we can!

Bank of America: wtf?

What is worse: that they broke in and damaged the wrong house or took the parrot?