Stories

Up the wazoo to share, but I shall only do two or three to save your poor eyes.

The first dates back to Saturday.  Where I have not one, but two stories.

The first involves lunch with Christine.  We meet around 2pm for a meal at a cute little restaurant, Busboys & Poets.  We sit, we carefully consider what will make for a healthy meal, and then proceed to eat it, enjoy it, and enjoy chatting.  Next thing you know, the waiter comes by, asking, "Would you ladies like to see the dinner menu?"  We'd been sitting there chatting for long enough that we ended up staying through two meals.  Go us!  But we were healthy during both meals - although now I'm having a major hankering for grits again.  Yes, you heard me, grits.

The second involves a lovely trip to the hospital with a friend of mine who needed to go for various purposes.  Well, we're hanging in the room when in walks a med student, graduating in 2010.  It was clear he was still figuring all of it out and I just really wanted to pat him on the head and tell him it's ok.  Then in walks a gyno.  Let me tell you, this girl was having no female problems, so why send in a gyno to follow up the young doc who was so bumbly, I couldn't tell ya.  Yet, she walks in, glances at me, turns back to the patient and says, "so who do you have with you here?  your mom?"  The look on my friends face made her add, "your sister?"  While I just sat there, she looks at me, and I look back going, "do I really look that old tonight???"  Now I'm mom, whee.

And last, but certainly not least.  Derrick decides to attend yoga with me today.  Well, we somehow get talked into doing the 90-Day Challenge.  Where you have to attend a session a day for 90 days and the reward is a free month.  I'm all about a free month, so why not???  What's the worst that'll happen?  We don't make it?  Ok!

Well, seeing as how we both had a fair amount of drinks last night, hot yoga today was probably not the smartest idea we've ever had as we both performed worse than the first time we went.  Pathetic.  Well, there was one pose where you're standing with your legs spread (you  heard me, legs spread) and bent over from the waist.  Well, Derrick and I happened to place our mats rather close to each other, so as I was coming up, I somehow managed to butt my head straight into his butt.  Gives a whole new meaning to having a head up your ass.

On that note.. have a good night!