I rented two movies from Redbox over the weekend: The Rocker and Step Brothers. They were both entertaining enough. I laughed. But I laugh at potty humor, I can’t help myself. Regardless, I am not going to recommend either movie. They were just okay.

Spent time on the elliptical and then took a yoga class. The instructor has an accent, I think it may be Russian. At the very end when she has us all on our backs, she tells us to relax every muscle in our body.
“Relax your face, relax your lips, relax your eyeballs…”
She kept going, naming all the parts of our body.”
“Relax your belly, relax your hips, relax your crotch…”
CROTCH?!?!
I couldn’t help it… I snorted.
Luckily everyone’s eyes were closed so I don’t think anyone could tell it was me.
Thank God she didn’t say Vajayjay. I’d hate to think what I might have let loose.

I watched most of the Super Bowl yesterday. I missed some parts because I decided to thumb through the latest edition of Vogue and then I got on my computer trying to find a picture of the khaki pants Isaac Mizrahi designed for his Liz Claiborne collection that were inspired by Katherine Hepburn. I didn’t find them. I was rooting for the team with the red shirts on. At one point I said to Pookie, “Pookie, why does the cameraman keep focusing on Omar Epps?”
“Who the heck is Omar Epps?”
“He played Link in the remake of the Mod Squad, he’s also in House.”
“I have no clue what you are talking about”
“There– there he is, that’s Omar Epps.”
“No Donna, that’s Mike Tomlin.”
“Who the heck is Mike Tomlin?”
“He’s the coach of the Steelers.”
“Ohhhh, he really looks like Omar Epps.”

Don’t they look like twins? Or is it just me? It could be me.

I truly don’t know how it got to be after 6pm. Where did the day go? At 3:30 I had a phone interview. The day just led right up to it. The interview went well enough. I don’t know what to think of it. In ways I felt like I was fighting for my life and in other ways I felt like I couldn’t care enough to speak. Whatever. It’s over and I may or may not get a call back. I am just happy I didn’t spontaneously combust. That worries me from time to time.

Lisa and I are going to the gym tonight. I think we will take a yoga class. Or a spin class. Whatever has room.

I am finally feeling better. The viscosity of my mucus has changed. Thank goodness because for awhile it was just flowing like a river down my face. Pookie has been ever patient with me. I honestly think that if the tables were turned I might have run away from him gagging. He could have at times. I was gross. Let’s hope I don’t get sick again for a very very very long time.

As I was walking into a liquor store yesterday, I was stopped by a little Girl Scout. She had a table set up right outside the Wine and Spirits selling Girl Scout cookies.
“Would you like to buy some cookies?” she asked.
There is only one answer to this question, especially if you spent a good part of your childhood as a Girl Scout.
“Give me a box of Samoas!”
“They’re called Caramel DeLights now but they’re the same thing.”
“How much?”
“$3.50.”
It amazes me how the price hasn’t changed since I was a Girl Scout. The number of cookies per box has changed. You now get about 2. I stuffed them into my face as soon as I got home. They were delicious. Later that evening I was telling some friends how I used to go door-to-door selling Girl Scout cookies.
“You went door-to-door? Kids can’t do that today! Heck, they’d get molested every third door!”
“Yeah, back in the 80’s it was a lot safer, we only got molested every fourth door.”

Remember that girl, Debbie, that tried to add me as her Facebook friend the other day and I was all like, “You go to heck, Debbie! I will never be your Facebook friend!” Well, there’s another reason I have deep disrespect for her. As all ex-Girl Scouts know, you get prizes depending on how many boxes of Girl Scout cookies you sell. And being a somewhat competitive person, I wanted to win. Oh how I wanted one of those very cute stuffed animal prizes! And every year around this time, I would go door-to-door hawking Girl Scout cookies, trying to be the top seller from my troop. I spent hours knocking on doors selling Thin Mints. But you know what? You can’t sell nearly enough cookies that way. ESPECIALLY WHEN DEBBIE’S PARENTS WOULD SELL THE COOKIES FOR HER AT THEIR RESPECTIVE OFFICES! Debbie never had to go door to door. NOooooooo! Debbie’s mom and dad sold the cookies for her! And every Thursday night at Girl Scouts, Debbie took all the prizes for selling the most cookies. I can still see her sitting there surrounded by the stuffed animals I wanted so badly. Yes, I am 34-years-old and I still feel bitter.

Secret: I used to wear my soccer cleats while selling Girl Scout cookies and when someone said no, I got great joy walking on their front yard kicking up clumps of their grass. My cousin Sharon taught me that one.

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I performed a nasal rinse this morning. It’s kinda like a turbo-charge netty pot. Now I feel like I got hit by a huge wave down at the Jersey shore. It was supposed to help, maybe it did, maybe I am just being impatient.

I enjoyed exercising last night. I really need to start going more often AND during the day. If I could find my old mobi-Blu MP3 player, I could even put in those little ear buds and exercise to music. That would be nice.

Last night I went home and had dinner with my family. After dinner, Mom and Lisa and I watched the movie The Women starring Meg Ryan. We were all expecting a train wreck but instead we were pleasantly surprised! It was a nice little movie. It was quite a departure from the original movie starring Rosemont alum, Rosalind Russell. In that movie those women were not friends! They were truly vindictive, evil biatches. The new one repositions it where the women are honestly friends, almost like Sex in the City but without the sluttiness. I enjoyed it. And I am happy to report Meg Ryan has lost that trout pout of hers. Thank goodness. Why women do that is beyond me. Regardless of trout pout, she has the most amazing hair! LOVE IT! WANT IT! WILL NEVER HAVE IT!

Did I mention that I joined the gym? I know what you are thinking. And you are right, I am a displaced worker and I should be saving all my excess funds for mortgage and food. But I figure the chances of me getting hired again grow exponentially the tighter my little apple ass becomes! MBAs are useless! Give me a gal with abs of steel and I’ll show you a lady getting ahead in business!