I'm back in SF now. Strangely, when I was back in Connecticut over Xmas, I discovered that I have taken to referring to San Francisco as "home." As in, "I can't wait to get back home" or "most nights I just sit around at home." I never in a million years expected for the term "home" to spring to my lips when referring to this asinine city, but somehow here I am and here I inexplicably wish to stay.
Thermy, a hermaphroditic food thermometer, is goaded by a small child into scolding his mother for her unsuitable food-preparation, thus thwarting her attempt to escape the drudgery of domestic life by poisoning her family.
My parents are watching The Sound of Music, and during the ads, a commercial for Gardasil (that's the HPV vaccine) comes on.
"What's that?" asks my dad.
"It's for women who are promiscuous," says my mom.
I have arrived in Connecticut, at my family's ancestral raised ranch. Very little has changed. Surprisingly, stickers that I had placed on light fixtures five years ago remain in place to this day.
Checking my work email online, I found the following, sent out to everyone at the company:
We received a chocolate fountain from [a client] so we decided to have a get together to try it out. Tomorrow at 4:30 on the mezzanine we'll have the fountain up and running and spewing chocolate for all to try. We'll provide fruit, cake, pretzels and cookies for dipping. Please join us to inaugurate our gadget.
I miss San Francisco already.
I'll be busy with Xmas stuff for the next week or so, so I'll be blogging even less than usual. Bye for now.
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A few days ago I blogged about how my eye insurance website could be forced to complement my thighs. Now it looks like Gawker's getting in on the act, too.
I just paid off the last of my credit card debt, which was at about $3,000 one year ago. Yay, no more credit card debt. Next up: tacking my $45,000 student loans. At this rate, I'll be 41 when they're paid off.
After a Very Serious Discussion this weekend, the kitten and I have come more or less to an agreement with each other pertaining to health and fitness. And now we find ourselves in the position of requiring some services and devices about which we know very little.
Can anyone recommend a good source for an exercise bike?
And can you recommend a good way to find a ... shudder ... gym? My primary concerns here are that I have not participated in organized exercise in about a decade, so I don't know what I'm doing; and also that I am unwilling to be in the vicinity of nudity. Both those things have led me to keep gyms at arm's length for a while. But now that we're being all serious and recommitting to heath and all that, maybe it's time to explore options.
I just got a new vision insurance thingy called Medical Eye Services. I discovered today that its website's login doodad has some startling things to say about my legs. I think I'm flattered.
