Well, we’ve made it through another week. That means we are one step closer to the end of this nightmare summer and the beginning of a refreshing fall, full of new and exciting possibilities – and lower temperatures. But before we get too caught up in fantasizing about day time highs under the century mark, let’s take a minute to explore the useful, and not so useful, things I’ve learned this week.
This week I learned…
…that sometimes you just need a Red Bull. Even if that Red Bull is inside Madonna’s refrigerator.
…that moving heavy boxes from a high perch to the floor can cause a hip flexor injury. Who knew? Though, I shouldn’t be surprised. I did get golfer’s elbow from falling off a ladder while painting my bathroom last year. An aging body is a strange thing.
…that I can mark camping in Norway off my bucket list. You are either going to have to take my word for it or Google it yourself because the photo is just too gruesome to link. (note: reference campers, polar bear, and Norway)
…that nothing in Hollywood is sacred. I think I am going to have to devote another blog entry to this abomination.
…that for $32 you can get an ice cream sundae that smells (and I guess tastes) just like Justin Bieber. So, I tried to think of something witty to say in response to this, but…yea…I got nothing. I’m sure a few of my fellow WCers will do their part to fill the void. In fact, I look forward to it.
…that reading your account statements from Fidelity Investments can be a lot like watching a Vegas magic act. One minutes it there; the next, it’s gone. My advise: save yourself the ulcer and don’t even bother opening the statements until this storm passes. If it ever passes.
…that the Stasi were not a fashion forward bunch as noted in the photo below. For some reason, the first thing that popped into my head were scenes from the 1982 Clint Eastwood movie Firefox.
…that after enduring 40 straight days of 100+ degree temperature, nothing is more beautiful than watching heavy clouds and an outflow boundary roll into the area. No rain but that 84 degrees was mighty nice while it lasted. Alas, it’s back to reality. There are, after all, several weeks of summer yet to come.
…that just when my schedule is about to change and make it very difficult for me to write as often as I’d like, I find myself more inspired in my novel than ever. I’ve had all summer – two whole days a week – to dedicate to full on, balls to the wall writing and all I’ve done (for the most part) is write these silly little blog entries.
…that in spite of the foregoing, I feel that I’ve grown both as a writer and a human being because of these silly little blog entries. Putting my thoughts out there, for better or worse, has given me confidence.
…that the reappearance of the high school cheer moms at the gym means the gymnastic moms won’t be far behind. There goes my peace and quiet.
…that every week should end with an “awwww” moment: